Chapter 211

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Protagonist:

Lv Muzhi

When night fell, a special unit silently entered Yamamoto Battalion's position.

Leading them was an officer wearing a thick gas mask, followed by dozens of soldiers similarly dressed, pushing several canvas-covered carts.

"Lieutenant Colonel Yamamoto, I am Lieutenant Kobayashi, Squadron Leader of the Mortar Battalion Gas Squadron, ordered here to support combat operations."

Yamamoto sized up these strangely equipped soldiers, noticing they differed from the poison gas warfare troops he had seen before; everyone in this Gas Squadron wore thick rubber gloves and full-body gas-proof suits.

The Japanese soldiers in gas-proof suits unloaded shell after shell, piling them in Yamamoto Battalion's position.

Having had their eyes dazzled by Chu Yunfei's mortars during the day, now that the Japanese mortar power had been enhanced, a curious Yamamoto Battalion soldier edged closer to look, only to be roughly shoved back by a Gas Squadron Japanese soldier: "Fall back! These are not ordinary ammunition!"

"Nani, aren't they just gas shells? Or some other kind of special shell?"

Gas Squadron Squadron Leader Kobayashi walked to the ammunition box: "Inside is mustard gas, a blistering agent, Lieutenant Colonel Yamamoto, please keep your soldiers away from these shells."

As he spoke, Squadron Leader Kobayashi opened the ammunition box, revealing shells inside marked with yellow paint.

"Your Excellency Yamamoto, please restrain your soldiers; if these special shells leak, the consequences are unthinkable."

"In 1917, the German army first used this poison gas at Ypres, causing over fifteen thousand casualties."

"Victims will suffer skin ulceration, blindness, respiratory burns, and other symptoms; gas masks provide only limited protection. Unless they wear full protective suits like my Gas Squadron, their entire skin will completely ulcerate!"

The Japanese soldiers on the position heard these words and involuntarily retreated several steps. Someone muttered softly: "This... how can such dangerous things be transported to our position? What if it leaks? This is even more terrifying than dying directly in battle..."

"Shut up, all of you!" Yamamoto snapped at his muttering subordinates, but he himself unconsciously swallowed: "Then... what is the specific combat plan?"

Gas Squadron's Squadron Leader Kobayashi raised a small flag, observing the wind direction as the flag fluttered.

"One word: wait!"

"The mortar's accuracy is not high, especially at long range. You are less than a kilometer from the enemy's defensive line here, the position closest to the enemy; other places are too far and too quiet. To guarantee mortar accuracy, we have to set up the mortar position here."

"Since we also don't have enough gas-proof suits, to prevent mustard gas from being fired and then blown back onto our own position causing casualties, we need to wait for suitable wind force and wind direction;"

Kobayashi pointed at the map: "Once the time is ripe, considering wind direction and terrain, the Gas Squadron will concentrate firepower on the enemy position, delivering mustard gas onto the enemy's position. Once the poison gas takes effect, the infantry can then take advantage to break through."

Yamamoto Battalion's Japanese soldiers watched the Gas Squadron in full protective suits, feeling some trembling in their hearts, all keeping far away from the Gas Squadron, afraid that this terrifying poison gas would leak even a little.

Squadron Leader Kobayashi coldly watched this scene and ordered his subordinates: "Move the special shells to the designated firing position, handle with care, wait for the right attack timing!"

Yamamoto looked at the yellow-marked shells, feeling mixed emotions in his heart. He considered himself a samurai, never expecting a samurai would have to rely on special shells to win!

A messenger came to report: "Reinforcements, Sato Battalion, have also arrived. At that time we will break through the Youth Army's position together with Sato Infantry Battalion!"

Chu Yunfei was pacing back and forth in the command post at this moment. For some reason, both his eyelids kept twitching.

"Left eye twitching means wealth, right eye twitching means disaster. What does it mean when both eyelids twitch together?"

Chu Yunfei muttered with his hands behind his back, raising and lowering his binoculars from time to time.

Although he didn't know the Japanese would use mustard gas to launch an attack, Chu Yunfei decided to take some measures against the Japanese before him.

The Japanese pushing their position right in front of him made him very uncomfortable with this feeling of being approached by the enemy.

His eyelids absolutely could not tolerate such a group of independent-minded Japanese!

The Chief of Staff noticed Chu Yunfei's abnormality and asked: "Brother Yunfei, are you planning to take the initiative to attack these Japanese in front?"

Chu Yunfei laughed loudly: "You know me best. The Japanese have pushed the battle line right under my nose. In my view, it's delivering a piece of fat meat to my mouth. I don't care what the little Japanese want to do; tonight I'll make them look good!"

The Chief of Staff asked: "Then how many people should we send for the night attack?"

Chu Yunfei thought for a moment: "The enemy has about a battalion's strength entering the position during the day. We'll send a battalion of soldiers lightly equipped to go over and devour this group of Japanese in front!"

"I think that works. Coincidentally, Lu Commander sent a batch of new equipment that hasn't been used yet. I think we should let the night attack troops take it along and try its effectiveness?"

Chu Yunfei grabbed the telephone: "Hello? Second Battalion Commander! Stop hiding in the back. Take your battalion, lightly equipped, into battle. Pick up the flamethrowers distributed by Lu Commander and devour that battalion of Japanese in front of me for me!"

"I don't like this feeling of the enemy pressing close. Fight however you see fit. Roast this whole group of Japanese for me!"

Under the night sky, the soldiers of Yamamoto Battalion on the Japanese position were wearily curled up in the trenches.

The daytime artillery bombardment had caused heavy losses to this Yamamoto Battalion, and bandaged wounded men were everywhere in the trenches.

The newly arrived Sato Battalion entered the position. Seeing Yamamoto Battalion's casualties, Sato Battalion Commander leaned on his military sword, realizing the battle was very tricky. He might well be blown away by Chu Yunfei's mortars sooner or later.

"Yamamoto-kun, your losses are even more severe than reported," Sato said, looking at the devastated position and shaking his head.

Yamamoto gritted his teeth: "Chu Yunfei's artillery is too fierce. We had only pushed the trenches forward less than a hundred meters when we suffered fierce artillery fire."

Sato Battalion Commander said: "Don't worry. As long as the mustard gas takes effect, we can avenge the fallen Locust Army soldiers."

Yamamoto sighed: "Let's hope so. I hope Chu Yunfei behaves himself. As a salient, we still face the danger of being swallowed whole by Chu Yunfei!"

Da-da-da! Dense gunfire erupted everywhere.

Yamamoto was greatly alarmed: "Not good! The enemy has indeed launched a night attack!"

Sato Battalion Commander drew his pistol: "Perfect timing! All of Sato Battalion enter combat state and annihilate all the invading enemies!"

Yamamoto, leaning against the trench wall, slowly retreated, gasping for air. Having witnessed Chu Yunfei's firepower and already suffered heavy losses, Yamamoto simply couldn't be as passionate as Sato.