The highest level of deception is to deceive oneself.
In the sorghum fields, the faces of more than 20 surviving Japanese soldiers were distorted and distorted under their gas masks.
He was lying on the ground like a grasshopper before death, with no trace of his former invincible appearance.
Mustard gas is nothing like ordinary tear gas.
Because the toxic gas will react with the body's mucous membranes, and the sweating pores will also become channels for poisonous invasion.
Wearing a gas mask on your head can indeed protect you from gas.
However, the wounds could not prevent the gas from being eroded, and the mucous membranes of the chrysanthemums and birds protected by the pants could not prevent contact with the gas, and the Japanese began to experience itching symptoms.
It's so itchy!
The Japs shrouded in poisonous gas began to abandon their guns and scratch the sensitive parts of their bodies.
The sergeant who had received anti-gas training felt his scalp numb, and suddenly understood the melancholy eyes of the military doctor during the training.
You must leave the leeward position immediately!
Only when you reach the upwind position can you leave the poisonous gas!
At this time, he was wearing a gas mask and could not give orders verbally.
Holding back the itch, he gestured to the Japanese around him to retreat to the southeast.
Well-trained soldiers are also not slow to escape.
Finally out of the terrifying brown mist, the sergeant lying on the ground tightened his anus to resist the itch.
Unfortunately, my whole body seemed to be itching.
After holding back all the strength, he turned around and half-lyed on the side of the road. He tried his best to take off the gas mask under the helmet and took a deep breath.
The eyes looking at the Imperial Army's artillery position behind him were no longer enthusiastic, but filled with fear.
Endless fear.
Unable to bear the itching and discomfort any longer, the sergeant had no choice but to scratch his whole body with his men.
It scratched out blood grooves.
A certain devil scratched his belly.
The sergeant, who was itching all over, had long forgotten in his fear that he should send someone back to report the situation to the captain.
Lying on the ground, I could only care about scratching, and no longer had the intention to look at the clouds appearing in the blue sky.
My throat was swollen and sore and I couldn't speak accurately. I could only make a roaring sound like a dying animal, and my body was rolling in a strange scene...
until…
A squad member wearing a gas mask appeared. All the Japanese who were stumbling around, scratching their crotches, picking at their anus, and tearing their bellies and excreting their intestines all over the floor seemed to be asleep.
The sergeant's godless eyes seemed to still be looking up at the sky. Maybe it was going to rain again.
The Japanese medical soldiers who came over felt their carotid arteries and shook their heads.
The face of the Imperial Army's elite sergeant seemed to have been scratched to pieces by a wild beast.
The parts that were not caught were covered with dense pustules!
The scene was strange and extremely terrifying.
The medical soldier carefully peeled off the sergeant's uniform. As he expected, the skin was covered with pus blisters.
The lethality of the high-concentration mustard gas formed after the gas bomb exploded far exceeded the medics' awareness.
The southeasterly wind carried away the brown smoke that spread to the sorghum bushes.
The smoke slowly thinned.
With the southeasterly wind, the air with a faint smell of garlic poured into the nasal cavity, and the narrow eyes on Hu Yi's bronze face began to feel stinging.
Not far away, he smelled a pungent smell. He Gensheng, who was wearing a mask, changed his expression. He tried hard to judge the direction of the wind and shouted: "Ahem. It's mustard gas. Everyone, please leave south immediately."
Hu Yi knew that mustard gas was very powerful, but he did not know that the Japanese wearing gas protective gear were already dead everywhere.
However, he believed in the professionalism of the half-baked doctor He Gensheng.
Hu Yi felt a slight tingling and discomfort in his throat. He retracted his vague gaze to the east and washed his eyes with water from the kettle.
When he opened his eyes, his vision was still blurry, and his eyes were a little red like rabbit eyes.
He picked up the rifle and threw it behind him and went down to the turret.
Half an hour ago, the two sides were still arranging their troops.
Japanese army vehicles were parked on the road.
The captain looked at the corpses on the ground and looked back at the military doctor next to him with a dark face: "Is this the lethality of the gas bomb you are talking about?"
The military doctor was a little embarrassed. He knew the results of the poison gas test in the human laboratory.
But before the captain fired, he instinctively wanted to see the actual combat effect.
Therefore, he selectively forgot that he should have told the captain the true destructive power of the poison gas in advance.
But he never thought that the captain would be so ruthless and would attack one of his own!
I finally understood the serious consequences of not telling the truth truthfully.
Now that things have happened, the military doctor has no intention of shirking responsibility, but his words have changed his tone: "This is the secret of the empire!"
The team sneaked two miles south.
Finally there is no more pungent smell of garlic in the air.
Hu Yi rubbed his red eyes and exhaled a long breath with great effort, hoping to relieve the burning sting from his lungs like after choking on pepper water in his nose.
He raised his sweaty hands and found that there seemed to be a slight itchiness on the surface of his skin.
He tensed his muscles and tightened the hot rifle strap on his chest.
He raised his telescope and faced the road covered by the green gauze tent to the north again.
My eyes are still stinging and crying, and I can't see clearly...
After a while, the soldiers who stayed on guard in the south reported the situation and gave the order: "Mortars advance, prepare to fire."
…
east.
The sun shines through the sorghum field and shines on the braided military cap.
Xiao Hongying had a dark face and looked nervously at Liu Yuanqing who was lying on the ground: "Is it serious!"
"Fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise you would have to collect the body for me!" After Liu Yuan was cleared, he finally evacuated eastward, walking upwind and still inhaling a small amount of poisonous gas.
At this time, his face was still livid and he could hardly move.
Madman Yang was pouring wine into Liu Yuanqing's mouth and eyes.
There was a sudden strong stimulation in his eyes, which made Liu Yuanqing want to scream when he opened his mouth.
Zhang Xiaodao, who was helping Crazy Yang next to him, stuffed the alcohol-soaked towel into Liu Yuanqing's mouth.
Liu Yuanqing whined and screamed, but fortunately he still had some self-control and did not struggle to cause trouble to Crazy Yang.
Xiao Hongying turned to look at Crazy Yang, with a questioning tone in her voice: "Is wine useful?"
"It's somewhat useful." Madman Yang wiped off the wine poured on Liu Yuanqing's body with a towel, and then poured wine on Liu Yuanqing's body again.
Xiao Hongying followed Crazy Yang and ran so fast that she didn't even smell the smell of garlic.
I've been exposed to tear gas before, so I thought the gas shouldn't be that powerful.
Therefore, she subconsciously believed that tear gas was poisonous gas.
She had no idea of the horrors of mustard gas.
Luo Fugui, who was running like a rabbit, was scratching an itch. He glared at the big dog next to him who was also scratching his body: "...Grandma, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Big Dog curled his lips: "How the hell did I know that the Japanese would use such advanced weapons to deal with us?"
"Tell me...what kind of advanced gadget is this?"
It is extremely rare for a big dog to show signs of worry: "It's a mustard gas bomb. If you get it, your skin will peel off. If you inhale too much, you'll want to claw your chest and take out your lungs!"
Luo Fugui blinked his hazy triangular eyes, which were all blurry: "How advanced is it?"
"Hehe, if we had left even one minute later, we would have all been forced to use this place as fertilizer for the sorghum fields." Dagou had just heard Liu Yuanqing talk about the power of Japanese mustard gas bombs.
So after seeing the retreat order issued by Chief Hu with three all-green flares, he directly tricked Luo Fugui into running south and quickly escaped from the poison gas spread range.
Feeling much better, Luo Fugui stopped scratching his head: "What will happen to those Japanese who didn't escape?"
"Probably all of them will die!"
"The devils have gas shields."
"Unless the devil is wearing something that can cover the whole body."
"No, girl, they are over there."
"What the hell are you worried about? Madman Yang is very familiar with that thing, and they have the upper hand."
