Chapter 213

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Protagonist:

Lv Muzhi

Just as Lieutenant Colonel Sato had just slain the burning soldier, a dazzling flash of fire suddenly appeared at the corner of the trench.

The Youth Army engineer carrying the flamethrower had already advanced into this area; seeing the Japanese officers gathered together, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Boom!!!

A searing fire dragon shot straight toward Sato's position; Sato had no time to dodge at all, and his whole body was instantly swallowed by the flames.

Sato let out a shrill scream, his military sword clattered to the ground, and his entire body became a twisted ball of fire.

He had originally wanted to engage the Youth Army in close-quarters combat, but unexpectedly his life ended so hastily.

"Battalion Commander!"

"Put out the fire quickly!"

The surrounding Japanese soldiers panicked, but facing such fierce flames they were utterly powerless, and could only continue to let Sato struggle in the flames, while the air was filled with the smell of scorched flesh.

Lieutenant Colonel Sato, like that Japanese soldier he had slain earlier, became an incurable ball of fire.

"Keep mopping up! Kill them all!" a Youth Army platoon leader shouted loudly.

The soldiers advanced quickly and soon discovered the members of the Gas Squadron wearing full protective suits.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

After a burst of intense strafing, the Japanese devils of the Gas Squadron fell one after another.

Looking at these strangely dressed devils before them, some soldiers' curiosity was fully aroused.

"What kind of clothing is this? The devils really have all sorts of demons and monsters!"

"This is a gas-proof suit. It seems the devils are approaching to launch poison gas shells—despicable little devils! Pah!" the Youth Army platoon leader spat.

"Platoon leader, there's some special ammunition here!" a soldier shouted.

A soldier opened an ammunition box and found that the mortar shells inside had yellow markings.

The platoon leader thought for a moment; during his biochemical training, yellow represented corrosive poison gas. It seemed to be a new type of poison gas.

"Report to the Battalion Commander. Don't linger too long; we continue the mopping-up operation!"

After the Second Battalion Commander heard the noise and rushed over, seeing the shells painted with yellow markings and the Japanese protective equipment, his expression instantly turned grave.

"This is very likely mustard gas! Damn those little devils! Take them all back. Immediately report to Commander Chu that we have captured Japanese poison gas shells! Notify the Gas-Proof Unit to come handle them!"

The Second Battalion Commander carefully observed these deadly weapons and silently counted himself lucky in his heart.

If it weren't for Chu Yunfei decisively launching a night attack tonight, these poison gas shells might have fallen on his comrades' heads tomorrow.

"Battalion Commander, some Japanese remnants are fleeing nearby. Should we pursue them?" a Company Commander asked for instructions.

"Don't pursue a desperate enemy. Further back is the devils' territory. The urgent task now is to transport these poison gas shells away—they are the little devils' evidence of guilt!"

After the Second Battalion's soldiers finished cleaning up the trench, they withdrew carrying the mustard gas shells.

In this night attack, the little devils' Sato Battalion and Gas Squadron were wiped out, while the Yamamoto Battalion, with over a hundred remnants, slipped away and retreated.

In Chu Yunfei's command headquarters, upon receiving the news of capturing the devils' mustard gas, he also secretly rejoiced and reported this news to Lv Muzhi.

Lv Muzhi looked at Chu Yunfei and asked, "Were the devils' mortars brought back?"

"Report to Lu Commander, the captured Japanese mortars and poison gas shells have all been transported back." Chu Yunfei stood at attention to report, then asked somewhat doubtfully, "But... why do you ask about the mortars?"

Lv Muzhi sneered: "Need you ask? Reciprocity, Yunfei.

Since the little devils prepared this big gift, how could we not return the favor? The little devils have used poison gas more than once—let's use their own weapons and let them taste this flavor!"

Hearing this, Chu Yunfei was first stunned, then nodded in understanding: "Understood! The little devils won't let this go. Since they didn't launch the mustard gas this time, they will surely find another opportunity."

"Exactly." Lv Muzhi walked to the sand table. "The permanent fortifications on the Wufu Line were designed by me personally and are equipped with gas-proof facilities. You've inspected them all, right?"

Chu Yunfei immediately reported: "All the main forts of the permanent fortifications are equipped with the latest ventilation filtration systems, which can effectively filter out poison gas.

My position has eight concentrated gas-proof fortresses, each capable of accommodating a company's worth of troops to continue fighting in a poison gas environment."

He continued listing: "We have stockpiled five hundred gas-proof suits for holding the position!"

Lv Muzhi nodded in satisfaction: "Very well. Mustard gas differs from ordinary poison gas; its toxicity lasts a long time and can penetrate the skin. Tell the officers and men that even wearing gas masks, they should avoid exposing their skin as much as possible."

"Already conveyed." Chu Yunfei replied. "We previously organized gas-defense drills so every soldier is familiar with combat procedures in a poison gas environment, and the Medical Team is ready to treat casualties of corrosive poison gas."

"The little devils really spent a lot this time." Lv Muzhi mused. "Their conventional offensive on the frontline has been frustrated. I judge they will next use poison gas shells on a large scale to break the stalemate. You must be prepared."

In the Third Division's command headquarters, Division Commander Fujita stared at the returning Yamamoto Battalion Commander, listening to him say strange things about fire and such, and was already very dissatisfied.

"Battalion Commander Yamamoto, my patience has limits. I don't care about any flamethrowers or mortars. I want you, before dawn breaks, to return to the frontline position!"

Battalion Commander Yamamoto showed a troubled expression: "Division Commander, this is too difficult. The Sato Battalion has been wiped out, and the Gas Squadron is probably wiped out too."

Fujita said nothing more and gave Battalion Commander Yamamoto a resounding slap: "Stop talking nonsense. I should have you shot for this behavior! If we weren't short of men, you wouldn't even get to see me!"

Battalion Commander Yamamoto covered his face, his soul frightened out of him: "Hai!"

"But... Division Commander, my battalion has almost no men left. Going up there is just sending them to die!"

Fujita crossed his arms: "I'll give you three hundred reserve conscripts. Take the Biochemical Troops and deliver mustard gas to the enemy's position at dawn. During the day, the enemy can at most bombard with mortars; their infantry won't dare to easily infiltrate. My main force will be watching from behind!"

"But..."

"No buts! You coward. Either lead your troops up to fight the enemy to the death, or commit seppuku here!"