Seeing that the entire Qinhuangdao city was shrouded in red smoke, Li Yunlong looked at Zhang Dabiao speechlessly and asked, "Have you brought your fishing rod?"
Zhang Dabiao didn't hear clearly, or suspected that he didn't hear clearly, so he asked stupidly: "What?"
Li Yunlong waved his hand feebly: "Take your group up here, damn, put on all the gas masks. I haven't seen the sea yet. Go to the beach and don't call me if anything happens. Get off Shanhaiguan." Then come to the beach and ask me to go back for dinner."
People are shameless and invincible.
What about the tough fight we promised?
Just fucking beat him like this?
What a slap, even the damn bullets were saved. When I rushed into the city, I saw the little Japs lying on the ground struggling, and he picked up his bayonet and stabbed each one.
Zhang Dabiao scratched his head and said "Oh", put on the gas mask and waved his hand, and a group of people who had already been dressed neatly followed him behind the tank and "killed" towards the red smoke billowing Qinhuangdao.
The streets and alleys of the city are full of people struggling in pain, and the sound of coughing and vomiting can be heard in every corner of the city. If this damn thing can apply for a Guinness World Record, it will definitely be unprecedented and unprecedented.
This time Zhang Dabiao finally realized what it means to kill until his hands become weak.
Even though he had to raise his bayonet and strike one at a time, it still took a lot of effort.
The place is densely packed with Japanese. How long will it take for them to be killed?
And you also have to carry those people onto trucks and pull them out of the drug zone. This is really hard work.
There was occasional resistance. The few Japs who had time to put on gas masks or stay at high places without being poisoned were not enough to fill the gap between their teeth. The JH44 basically took care of them all with a single shot of bullets.
Li Yunlong said he was going to the beach, but that was just to complain. How could he dare to leave his post without permission during such a big battle.
Li Yunlong held up his telescope and watched the tank division and a group led by Zhang Dabiao enter the red mist-filled Qinhuangdao. The chemical defense equipment seized by the People's Liberation Army from the Japanese army was limited. Li Yunlong collected all the chemical defense equipment of the First Army and could barely get enough. From this regiment led by Zhang Dabiao.
After waiting for a while, he didn't hear a few gunshots coming from the city, so he breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the tent to continue complaining.
Everyone in the military department suppressed their laughter and went about their own business. No one dared to provoke him, lest he would scold him as a punching bag for no reason.
This is really a bargain. This battle has been fought so easily. You old man is still not satisfied. What else do you want?
Li Yunlong walked around the tent a few times and saw that no one was talking to him. He cursed a few times and walked out of the tent again with his binoculars. He saw several trucks driving out of the red mist. He observed them for a while with his binoculars and then bravely followed him. The guard beside him ordered: "Go and show me what they pulled out of the city."
The guard responded, jumped on the jeep, started the car, and headed towards the trucks. After a while, the guard drove back and reported: "They are ordinary people. Master Zhang ordered the soldiers to load the ordinary people they encountered into the trucks and pull them out."
"Damn it." Li Yunlong angrily grabbed the radio on the jeep and yelled: "Zhang Dabiao, you bastard."
Why did you get scolded again for no reason?
Zhang Dabiao picked up the radio depressedly: "Commander, what's going on?"
"Damn it, tell me how many Japanese there are in Shanhaiguan, Qinhuangdao?"
"Probably one hundred thousand, what's wrong?"
"Return it to you? You are a pig. The main reason why the tank division went in with you is to prevent accidents. They are not very effective in this situation in the city. Killing the Japanese depends mainly on your group."
"I know." Zhang Dabiao was confused by Li Yunlong's clueless scolding.
"You know what the heck, there are 100,000 Japanese soldiers. Even if you are a group and you kill non-stop, you will still have to kill until dark. You can still find the manpower to send those people out, huh?"
"oh"
"Damn it, I haven't heard a few gunshots from the city for so long. What the hell are you doing with an assault rifle?"
"There's no need to shoot. The little Japs have no ability to resist. Go up and kill them one by one with your bayonet."
"Fuck you, did the Commander-in-Chief equip you with JH44 so that you can use bayonets? Improve efficiency and use guns to solve the problem. Don't worry about the common people. They won't die even if they cough. Just wait for three or two days for the poison to pass. , when they get better, let them scold them if they like, and I will kowtow to them. I will seize the time to kill the Japanese, and search carefully so as not to miss anything."
After being scolded, Zhang Dabiao woke up.
Yes, how can we save the more than 700,000 people in Qinhuangdao? If we carry them out one by one, it will take several days. When the poison is over, the little devil can pick up weapons and kill people again.
Following Zhang Dabiao's order, gunfire erupted in the red mist-filled Qinhuangdao City. The muzzle of the gun was placed on the foreheads of the little devils one by one. There was no need to check the results of the battle.
Li Yunlong exhaled, jumped on the jeep and ordered to the guard: "Drive, go see those people."
At this time, Lin Sen, commander of the First Division of the Tank Corps under Dongye, laughed on the radio: "Commander Li, has he finished losing his temper? You are treating our tank division as a decoration with this scolding. We have five soldiers in one tank." , you can separate three of them to clean the battlefield with your infantry. You don’t have to worry about rescuing the people, I will arrange for the soldiers of our tank division to do it."
Li Yunlong was stunned and laughed: "That's great, Mr. Lin, I'll treat you to a drink when it's all over."
The 1st Tank Division is under Dongye and is not under Li Yunlong's control, but it will obey Li Yunlong's command in this battle.
Li Yunlong was also stubborn and didn't even think about mobilizing people from the tank division.
In the evening, the gunfire from Qinhuangdao to Shanhaiguan finally stopped, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
The sea breeze blew, and the red No. 1 that filled Qinhuangdao's Shanhaiguan Pass had dispersed. The soldiers of the Second Division and the Third Division tied their mouths and noses with wet towels and tentatively entered the city. Except for some soldiers with sensitive constitutions, they were still allergic to the poisonous gas that had not yet dispersed. In addition, most people have been able to adapt to the weak poisonous gas in the city.
But the soldiers were shocked when they saw the corpses scattered in the city.
The first regiment of Dongye became famous this time for killing people without calculation. Every soldier had dozens of lives on their hands.
Zhang Dabiao and a group of soldiers lay with their arms stretched out on the tower of Shanhaiguan, the first pass in the world. Each one looked like they were fished out of the water. Their hands kept shaking and they couldn't stop at all.
This isn't because of being scared, it's because of being damn tired.
The bayonets equipped with JH44 were all broken. Fortunately, Li Yunlong ordered them to shoot with guns in time, otherwise a group of soldiers who fought from Qinhuangdao to Shanhaiguan would be tired and vomited blood.
Zhang Dabiao has been a soldier for so many years. He followed the Red Army from Jiangxi to northern Shaanxi, climbed snow-capped mountains and crossed grasslands. He went through eighty-one hardships just like his mother's pilgrimage to the West. He fought countless battles along the way. Later, It was another time to fight against the Japanese on the Eighth Route Army. The enemies we had killed over the years combined were not as many as we had killed this afternoon.
Even Zhang Dabiao was so exhausted, let alone those ordinary soldiers.
The soldiers who came up from behind saw the large group of "bloody men" lying on the tower of the first gate in the world, and unconsciously chose to go around.
What a fucking bunch of butchers.
