Forward position.
At this time, the plain was filled with green smoke. Nearly 30% of the soldiers who had no time to retreat were left in the green smoke, and finally fell to the ground in pain and foamed at the mouth.
White figures shuttled through the green smoke, holding spray guns in their hands and firing poisonous bombs!
"Let's go!"
"quick!"
A regiment leader shouted desperately in the poisonous mist. After calling all the brothers to retreat, he finally fell into the poisonous mist, foaming at the mouth and eyes blurred...
The Japs in Unit 731 sneered, looking ferocious and proud as they watched the Eighth Route Army troops fall one after another.
At this moment, they seemed to be transformed into demons in hell.
"吆西!"
"Enjoy the moment of death, you will be proud of the rise of the empire!"
"Hahaha!"
...
Facing the endless poisonous mist, the brave and skilled warriors of the New First Division panicked and ran toward the rear.
The monks, who were the last vigilance force, desperately pulled the soldiers back.
"Grandma, hurry up! Let's go!"
"This little bitch has no fucking moral integrity!"
"Hurry! Hurry, the gambling fog is coming soon!!!"
"quick!!"
The monk held a submachine gun high, with the muzzle pointing toward the sky. He thought he could use the sound of the gun to guide the soldiers in the fog.
As the green poisonous mist got deeper and deeper, the monk had no choice but to lead his army to retreat.
He knew that now was definitely not the time to show off. No matter how skilled you were in martial arts or your superb marksmanship, you would fall to the ground within a few minutes if you inhaled half of the poisonous gas.
"Damn it, brothers, get out!"
"Go back first and then think of a solution!"
The monk glanced at the fallen soldiers in the poisonous mist and his eyes were red, but there was really nothing he could do.
"Walk!"
Just as he was evacuating, he suddenly saw a figure running over, and the monk was immediately angry.
"Damn it, what kind of kid is so blind? He rushes forward when others are walking back!"
"Hello!"
"That guy over there, you're looking for fucking death, go back!"
But he cursed a few times but still didn't see the man respond.
But as the distance between the two parties got closer and closer, the monk suddenly rubbed his eyes.
A soldier reminded: "Commander, look at that..."
"Then it looks a bit like...commander..."
The monk was stunned, "Commander?"
"This...can't be done, does the commander want his life?"
But the more he said it, the monk also felt a bit similar. At that moment, the monk's eyes widened. He recognized it, it was Lin Zhong!
"Fuck you, Commander!!"
"manage..."
But when the monk met again, Lin Zhong had already rushed into the green poisonous mist.
"Commander, you..."
"Captain, Commander, he's in!"
The monk's face was full of anxiety, and he was about to rush into the poisonous mist to pull Lin Zhong back.
But before he had gone a few steps, he was pulled back by the soldiers.
"Captain! Don't be impulsive!"
"Yes, Captain, you will die if you go in!"
"You saw it just now. The brothers couldn't hold on there for ten minutes before they collapsed."
The tall monk, who was about 1.8 meters tall, couldn't help but burst into tears for a while. Without saying a word, he knelt down on the ground crying.
The soldiers could only pull it back.
...
On the high-slope camp in the Japanese rear area, Shandao couldn't help but laugh out loud at the scene of the Eighth Route Army's hasty escape.
"Hahaha!"
"吆西!"
"The power of my empire is invincible!"
"General Xiao Teng, a great hero!"
"Electrify General Xiao Teng and temporarily retreat to clean up the battlefield. The next battle will completely wipe out those Eighth Route Army troops. We must not let them escape again!"
Signal soldier: "Hayi!"
...
In the fog at the forward position, Xiao Teng received the commendation telegram from Shandao with a smile on his face.
"吆西."
"retreat!"
With a wave of his hand, thousands of Japanese soldiers wearing white coats and gas masks turned around and left.
But at this moment, many Japanese soldiers suddenly saw a vague figure in the fog ahead.
"General Xiao Teng, do you think there is anyone working over there?" shouted an assistant officer next to him.
Xiao Teng grinned, "Human? How is that possible? Even if a cockroach inhales this mist, it will be gone."
But when he turned his head and looked around, he actually saw a figure.
"this..."
"How can this be!"
He clearly saw this figure standing in the green smoke, as if the poisonous smoke had no effect on him.
"this..."
"Ghost, this must be a ghost!"
"Ghost!"
"quick!"
"kill him!"
All the Japs present turned pale with fright and backed away step by step.
But in the next scene, they were stunned. A person came out of the fog...
It was none other than Lin Zhong!
He covered his mouth and nose with a wet towel, trying to slow down the intrusion of fog.
Lin Zhong didn't say a word, but he pulled the trigger without hesitation the next second!
dadadadadadadadadadadadadadada...
Under the rotation of the blue fire Gatling, the little devils in the front row fell to the ground in just one encounter.
Xiao Teng was shocked and a little excited at the same time.
What excites him is that there are actually people who can stand in the poisonous fog and continue fighting!
"吆西!"
"What a great living body this would be, if it could be used for research..."
"Fix the bayonet and catch me alive!"
"Hai!"
After receiving the order, Troop 731 began to charge forward with guns in hand!
Lin Zhong looked grim, holding the blue fire Gatling gun and pulling the trigger again.
He spat out one word, "Death!"
In this way, one man and one gun fought against the enemy in the poisonous fog.
The battle merit points in the system are rising rapidly.
+1000
+1000
+1000
...
The green poisonous mist began to be mixed with blood mist.
Xiao Teng's eyes were full of excitement. He could not imagine what achievements would be achieved if such a living body was used for research.
But half an hour later, Xiao Teng panicked, because he saw with his own eyes that hundreds of his 731 soldiers rushed forward and were strangled to the ground by him with one shot at a time!
Helpless, I ordered to kill!
Lin Zhong's blue fire Gatling was replaced by two AKs. As the poisonous gas invaded, his consciousness gradually became confused and his physical strength was declining sharply.
He had to dodge bullets while shooting, and after several attempts, he had already obtained thirty or forty thousand battle merits.
The reason he is able to hold on until now is not because he is a destined person. The God of War is just a mortal body, but he is injected with adrenaline every time when his consciousness is about to lose consciousness.
Pulled him back from the brink of death.
At this time, Lin Zhong was suffering from tremendous pain, poisonous gas intrusion, adrenaline hormone overload, seven incisions and three gunshot wounds on his body...
If it were an ordinary person, even a monk would have fallen to the ground long ago. I just don't know how Lin Zhong managed to endure the huge pain until now.
Or faith in your heart...
"There are still thirty thousand left..."
Lin Zhongqiang held on to his consciousness, took out a tube of adrenaline and inserted it into the root of his thigh, and immediately climbed up from the trench again.
Staring closely at the Japanese soldiers attacking again from the front, he forced himself to burst out with pain and murderous intent.
Now I use my mortal body to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods. With one person and two spears, I will kill you Japanese!
