From the telescope's view, he saw the poisonous gas spreading on the hillside. There was no movement on the eighth road, and Kuroshima Morita sneered again and again.
The exposed heavy machine gun is still there, which means that the Eighth Route Army is still there. Given the poverty of the Eighth Route Army, they will never give up such a good heavy machine gun when they escape.
Under such a strong poisonous gas, the so-called wet towels and garlic on the Eighth Route Army had no effect at all.
If you wait a minute or two at most, all the eight soldiers will be poisoned, and then the cavalry can go up to collect the corn.
Kuroshima Morita estimated that the Eighth Route Army used so many machine guns and machine gun ammunition, which probably cost most of the main force of the Eighth Route 129th Division's wealth, right?
In this battle, the machine gunners and machine guns of the 129th Division, the main force of the Eighth Route Army, were put to the sword. Let’s see what else the Eighth Route Army in the Taihang bandit area can do to fight against the imperial army?
It seems that there is no need to commit seppuku. Not only is there no need to commit seppuku, General Yoshio Shinozuka also has to buy me a drink in person.
Kuroshima Morita breathed a sigh of relief, with a proud expression on his face: "Order the Guards and the Second Cavalry Squadron to prepare for the attack!"
After receiving the order, the Japanese cavalrymen went to the cavalry artillery squadron to get gas masks.
Gas masks are also very precious to the Japanese. They are carried by the cavalry artillery squadron, and the entire Black Island Regiment only has more than 200 gas masks.
In addition to the more than 150 cavalrymen of the Second Cavalry Squadron, Black Island's personal guards sent out another 50 people. These 200 people quickly formed an attack force.
Although people can wear gas masks to prevent the poisonous gas from being inhaled into the lungs, they cannot put gas masks on the military horses. The military horses will also be infected after inhaling the poisonous gas, so this time the little devils can only attack on foot.
The little devils were very excited because they thought they were only going to put on gas masks to harvest the heads of eight people.
Kuroshima Morita drew out his samurai sword with a swish sound and pointed toward the eight-way machine gun position ahead: "Attack!"
Wearing gas masks, carrying cavalry swords on their waists, and holding rifles, the little devils ran excitedly towards the machine gun positions on the Eighth Route.
"Haaagu!"
"Haaagu!"
The deputy squadron leader of the 2nd Cavalry Squadron waved the command knife in his hand with a ferocious expression.
On the machine gun position of the New Second Regiment of the Eighth Route Army.
When the poison gas became a little thin, Li Yunlong's head, wearing a gas mask, quietly poked out half of his head, raised his telescope and looked down the slope.
About 200 Japanese soldiers wearing gas masks rushed towards the machine gun position with rifles, and had already entered within 500 meters.
Li Yunlong sneered, the Japanese were rushing to kill him.
Retreating behind the slope, Li Yunlong said to Zhang Dabiao: "Soldiers, don't be anxious. Put the Japanese 30 meters before fighting!"
Zhang Dabiao immediately said to the soldier next to him: "Put the Japanese 30 meters deep and then fight."
Speaking loudly might alert the Japanese 200 meters away, so the order was passed on one to one.
No one can guarantee that there were no wounded soldiers among the approximately 500 Japanese cavalrymen who were shot. It is very possible that the Japanese hid behind the horses’ bellies after falling off their horses and could not be shot by machine guns.
But at this time, the soldiers were all wearing gas masks, and the sound transmission effect was not very good, so the order was not transmitted correctly.
Soldier Fifteen: "Sway the Japanese 30 meters in and then fight."
Soldier Thirty: "The enemy will attack after entering 3 meters."
Soldier 41: "The devils will come in and fight again."
Soldier Fifty: "The enemy is fighting."
Soldier 51: "???"
Zhao Gang wore a gas mask and carried a sniper rifle, and bowed to Li Yunlong: "Old Li, soldiers who inhale poisonous gas have basically lost their combat effectiveness."
"The soldiers' lives are not in danger, right?" Li Yunlong asked in a cold tone.
"It doesn't look life-threatening, but several soldiers are vomiting and have difficulty breathing. I have sent people to take them to a safe place in the rear."
"These sons of bitches are still doing the same thing. If they can't beat them, they'll use poison gas..." Li Yunlong's tone was still cold, and he hated the Japanese for using poison gas in battle. Li Yunlong deeply hated it. When the Japanese used this trick in the early days, the Eighth Route Army didn't know what it was. Damn it, the soldiers were caught off guard and got hit a lot.
"That old devil from Black Island will probably never think that our new second regiment is also equipped with a large number of gas masks." Zhang Dabiao sneered, his tone disdainful.
While talking in a low voice, the Japanese had already entered 400 meters away from the machine gun position.
The 400-meter position was the barrage interception zone. The Japanese cavalry who tried to turn around and escape were all shot dead here.
As Li Yunlong expected, Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to survive continued to stand up from the ground or behind the corpses of military horses and join the Japanese offensive team.
"Regiment leader, political commissar, you see, all the Japanese wounded soldiers have joined in." Zhang Dabiao said in a low voice.
"Just in time to catch the little devil in one pot!" Zhao Gang said in a cold voice, pulling the bolt of the Type 97 sniper rifle in his hand and pushing the bullet into the chamber.
Li Yunlong glanced at Zhao Gang in surprise. This intellectual was quite murderous.
As the Japs continued to advance quickly, at least a dozen little Japs who were lucky enough to survive crawled out from the pile of corpses to join the team.
The poisonous gas gradually became thinner under the wind, and the little devil holding a rifle was also quickly approaching the machine gun position.
100 metres.
50 meters.
30.
"Fire!" Li Yunlong shouted when he saw the Japanese entering the 30-meter position, and at the same time pressed the firing pressure of the Maxim heavy machine gun.
Gnaw gnaw gnaw gnaw gnaw... Accompanied by the shaking of the heavy machine gun, the tractor-like Maxim heavy machine gun roared continuously and rapidly, long tongues of flame burst out from the muzzle, and bullets sprayed out from the muzzle like a fountain. The eggshells fell to the ground with a splash.
Putting the charging Japanese cavalry on horseback within 30 meters is undoubtedly courting death, but the dismounted Japanese cavalry is equivalent to infantry. This distance is equivalent to putting the barrel of a light and heavy machine gun against the Japanese's forehead and shooting.
The moment the Maxim heavy machine gun sounded, the soldiers wearing gas masks set up the machine guns on their positions almost at the same time.
Immediately afterwards, machine guns of various types sounded like exploding beans.
The swarming Japanese soldiers noticed something was wrong the moment they heard the sound of gunshots, but it was already too late.
A rain of bullets as dense as locusts poured down, and there was no way to avoid it. The Japanese who was hit by the bullets twitched and fell down as if he had been electrocuted, and his body was covered in blood from the machine gun bullets.
They were really beaten to a bloody sieve. Many Japanese were hit by more than a dozen machine gun bullets in an instant. Some Japanese were hit in the head by two machine gun bullets at the same time, and half of their heads were cut off. They looked extremely scary.
Although the Japanese cavalry are also equipped with light and heavy machine guns, at such a close distance and with such powerful firepower, there is no chance of firing the machine guns.
Seeing the Japanese soldiers in front of them falling down one by one like withered grass encountering sharp scythes, the Japanese soldiers behind them panicked and looked for cover in panic to avoid the oncoming harvest.
But what made the Japanese desperate was that they couldn't even find a rock shelter where they were, so they had to lie down on the spot and beg for bullets not to hit them.
In less than a minute, all the little Japs who swarmed over wearing gas masks and carrying rifles were shot to the ground, and no one escaped.
When Kuroshima Morita saw this scene through the telescope, he was stunned and motionless like a sculpture.
His face was pale, and his expression and eyes were full of disbelief.
I thought it was a reaping round, but I didn't expect it to be a reaping round.
In just one morning, the elite of the Black Island Cavalry Regiment was basically destroyed. In the end, there were only less than 300 cavalry left in the communications team, guard team, and cavalry artillery squadron.
I'm afraid this belly is definitely cut... Kuroshima Morita looked at his belly and couldn't help but shudder.
"Co-captain? Co-captain?" Suzuki Tsuneo shouted cautiously.
"Huh?" Kuroshima Morita's body was shaky and he almost fell off his military horse.
"Captain, all the machine gunners on the 8th Route are equipped with gas masks. Our chemical bombs have no effect." Tsuneo Suzuki said.
"Baga!" Kuroshima Morita's face darkened: "Suzuki-kun, I'm not blind. Do I need you to report?"
Suzuki Tsuneo did not dare to speak.
He was also extremely dissatisfied with Hei Dao. If he had listened to my suggestion and called the aviation force to remove the machine gun positions on the 8th Route, what would have happened?
No matter how bad it is, ordinary artillery shells can plow the machine gun positions of the Eighth Route Army. Now there is really no hope of a comeback.
In addition to Kuroshima Morita's guards, Masao Yano and the Japs from the cavalry artillery squadron looked at Kuroshima Morita with some subtle changes in their eyes.
Although the Japanese soldiers didn't say anything, their expressions and eyes showed a hint of dissatisfaction.
That's how fighting is. Regardless of whether your tactical command is appropriate or not, as long as you win, you are the god of war and a hero.
On the other hand, if you lose the fight, it's bullshit for you.
Kuroshima Morita felt the subtle changes in the eyes and expressions of the cavalry, but he had no time to think about it. The anger of revenge and shame burning burned his entire chest.
"Fire at the Eighth Route Machine Gun Position immediately!"
"Shoot all the cannonballs!"
"Blow them all to death!"
Kuroshima Morita looked ferocious, waving his command sword and roaring.
Suzuki Tsuneo sighed, "What's the use of firing all the artillery shells now? The Eighth Route Army knows that you can no longer organize an attack. Will their machine gunners still be bombarded on the position?"
Masao Yano was dissatisfied, but Morita Kuroshima was the captain after all, and orders must still be carried out.
"Hey Gu, get ready to fire!"
The mortar's shooting parameters are adjusted, but the ammunition box needs to be reopened.
The Japanese artillerymen of the cavalry artillery squadron immediately began to be busy again.
However, the new regiment's artillery company was one step ahead of the Japanese cavalry artillery squadron.
The Japanese abandoned their horses and launched an attack. The horses broke free and scattered in all directions. The cavalry formation blocking the Japanese mortar position was gone.
As the poison gas was blown away, observers from the artillery company used binoculars to see the Japanese mortar positions.
Just when the Japanese artillery was busy, a 60mm mortar shell with a unique whistling sound fell from the top of the Japanese's head and landed not far from the Japanese artillery position, raising a large mud mist and crashing - falling gravel. Kuroshima Morita was covered with dirt.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
