Chapter 215: Republic of China: Starting from the First Class of Whampoa Chapter 215 Carelessness Loses the Ancestors

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Protagonist:

Lv Muzhi

When Chu Yunfei was preparing for the offensive, Division Commander Fujita Susumu had already begun fantasizing in the rear.

"Yo, Major Shimada, according to your estimate, the Youth Army should already be poisoned in their positions by now, right?"

Hearing Division Commander Fujita Susumu's words, Major Shimada did not dare to immediately guarantee it, so he stood behind the artillery observation mirror to observe for a while. Seeing that Chu Yunfei's position was still filled with yellow poison gas, he said affirmatively: "Absolutely no problem. Such an advanced chemical weapon will definitely make the enemies opposite lose their combat effectiveness!"

Division Commander Fujita Susumu nodded with satisfaction: "Order Hawksen Xia Unit to cooperate with the armored forces and launch an attack forward, capturing the enemy's position in one fell swoop!"

"No, Division Commander, our infantry does not have enough gas-proof suit reserves. The poison gas has not yet dissipated. If Hawksen Xia Unit launches a charge, they will also be harmed by the poison gas!"

"What? Not enough gas-proof suits? How many gas-proof suits do we have available?"

"As far as I know, the entire Central China Expeditionary Army combined has fewer than one thousand usable gas-proof suits. This mustard gas is specially designed to kill enemy manpower. Wait a bit longer! Once the poison gas dissipates, the enemy's firepower will definitely be greatly reduced."

Division Commander Fujita Susumu said regretfully: "What a pity... this is a good opportunity for an attack!"

The buzzing sound of Japanese aircraft came from the sky. Fujita Susumu raised his head and said excitedly: "They're here!"

The aircraft flying in the sky was exactly what Fujita Susumu used to launch psychological warfare. The plane was fully loaded with surrender leaflets.

"Yo, combining surrender leaflets with special shell attacks will surely bring double harm to the enemy's body and spirit!"

Call Battalion Commander Yamamoto at the frontline. I'll send him a set of loudspeaker equipment. Have him shout at the frontline to persuade the enemy to surrender and psychologically disintegrate them!

Chu Yunfei was in the command headquarters when he suddenly heard the air-raid alarm. He immediately ordered the mortar attack to stop, lest he expose the position of the mortar position.

"How many little devil planes are coming?" Chu Yunfei asked the intelligence staff officer.

"Not many, just two broken planes, flying low. They don't look like they're for combat. Maybe they're here for reconnaissance?"

Chu Yunfei thought they were coming to reconnoiter his artillery position. He waved his hand: "Only two? No wonder our air force hasn't been mobilized. No need to bother the air force. Have the ground anti-aircraft forces get ready and shoot down those little devil planes for me!"

Chu Yunfei's order was quickly relayed to the rear anti-aircraft artillery position. Four German-made 37mm anti-aircraft guns hidden under camouflage nets immediately raised their slender gun barrels. The artillerymen in grey uniforms nimbly turned the direction machine and elevation machine, locking the cannon muzzles tightly onto the two black dots growing closer in the sky.

Indeed, two old Japanese Nakajima Type 91 Fighters were coming, tasked with dropping leaflets.

It seemed Division Commander Fujita Susumu and the officers of the Third Air Brigade were reluctant to use more advanced planes to drop leaflets.

The little devils on the plane saw that the Youth Army position on the ground was already shrouded in a pale yellow smoke. They thought the Youth Army now had little defense, and it was the perfect time to lower altitude and drop leaflets!

But Chu Yunfei's position had long been equipped with dedicated anti-aircraft artillery positions.

"Distance twelve hundred, height five hundred, aim for the navigation aircraft!" the Anti-aircraft Gun Company Commander shouted.

Those two Type 91 Fighters obviously did not realize death was approaching. The pilot even reduced speed, preparing to open the hatch and drop leaflets.

Just then, a rapid boom-boom-boom of cannon fire came from the ground!

Four scorching fire chains instantly shot up into the sky. The navigation Type 91 Fighter had no time to make any evasive action. Its wings and fuselage were hit by anti-aircraft shells. The plane disintegrated in the air, turning into a fireball, trailing thick smoke as it plunged toward the ground.

The other Japanese plane was terrified out of its wits. The pilot desperately pulled the control stick, trying to climb and escape. But it was too late. A string of shells precisely bit into its tail. The plane immediately lost control, spinning down like a falling leaf, finally smashing to pieces on a small hill behind the flank of the position, exploding into an even larger fireball.

In the sky, like snow, countless un-dropped leaflets fluttered down. These papers, along with the aircraft wreckage, scattered onto the Youth Army's position.

Battalion Commander Yamamoto, observing at the frontline, put down his binoculars and witnessed the entire process of the plane being shot down: "Although they suffered poison gas shell attacks, the enemy's will is quite tenacious;

at least our two planes can be considered to have completed the mission. The leaflets were indeed dropped onto the enemy's position..."

Soon, a staff officer delivered several picked-up leaflets to Chu Yunfei's command headquarters. Chu Yunfei took a look. They were printed with clumsy Chinese and soul-tempting content:

"To the Wufu Line Guards: You are all heavily surrounded by the Locust Army! The few hundred remnant soldiers of the Sihang Warehouse are a lesson for you! They stubbornly resisted, but in the end will be reduced to ashes!"

"The Imperial Japanese Army Third Fleet has broken through the heavy obstacles of the Yangtze River. Soon they will arrive at the city gates. Your flanks will soon be exposed to the Locust Army's naval guns!"

"Surrender quickly and lay down your arms. The Locust Army guarantees your safety! Resist to the end, and there is only a dead end!"

Chu Yunfei looked at these leaflets, a cold smile on the corner of his mouth. He crumpled the leaflets into a ball and casually threw them on the ground.

"Sihang Warehouse? I heard the little devils took a big fall somewhere. Using this to make an article? They'll probably be laughed at."

The Chief of Staff also laughed: "Commander, it seems the little devils really have no way to deal with our defensive line. They've even resorted to this kind of psychological warfare that isn't fit for the table. The Third Fleet? Their ships are still sweeping mines outside Baimaokou!"

Chu Yunfei nodded: "The devils are at their wit's end. Order the men to collect all these ghostly scribbles. We'll burn them as firewood later!"

Also, tell the artillery: the devils' planes are dealt with. Now it's our turn to return the favor! Take the mustard gas the little devils sent, along with our high-explosive shells, and smash them right back onto Battalion Commander Yamamoto's head, unchanged!"

"Brigade Commander, the little devils are shouting at us from across the way!" A messenger ran into the command headquarters.

Chu Yunfei widened his eyes: "What nonsense are we talking with the little devils? Have the artillery get ready. Ignore them. Fire immediately!"

On the frontline position of Devil Battalion Commander Yamamoto opposite, seeing that the planes and leaflets had all fallen onto Chu Yunfei's position, and having received the shouting task sent from the rear by Division Commander Fujita Susumu, and also being sent a set of high-power loudspeakers, he had no choice. He took the loudspeaker and shouted at the Youth Army across the way.

Battalion Commander Yamamoto gritted his teeth and shouted hoarsely toward the Youth Army position. By the time the sound reached the Youth Army position, it had become intermittent and unclear.

"Xia Guo soldiers opposite, listen. You are fighting against Battalion Commander Yamamoto of the Third Division of the Army...

How about it, hehe. The taste of poison gas isn't pleasant, is it...

As long as you surrender, you can receive treatment from the Locust Army..."

In the Youth Army trench, soldiers wearing gas masks looked at each other, trying to distinguish the intermittent Japanese and stiff Chinese drifting in the wind.

"What is that little devil babbling about?"

"Seems like I heard Yamamoto... and something about poison gas..."

"The little devils' loudspeaker quality is too poor..."

A regimental adjutant with an impatient temper also heard this faint noise. Although he couldn't hear clearly, he knew with his toes that the devils shouting at this time were trying to persuade surrender and intimidate.

This regimental adjutant flew into a rage and cursed: "Damn it, this little devil is shouting at us. Later we'll blow them all away!"

A young soldier beside him pointed to a device with a long wire inside the fortification that looked somewhat cumbersome and reminded him: "Staff Officer, when we built this fortification, weren't we equipped with this high-power loudspeaker horn? It was used to shout at common people to stay away from the construction area. The power is still connected!"

The regimental adjutant's eyes lit up. Without a word, he stepped forward and grabbed the microphone connected to the equipment. He turned to the soldier to confirm: "That person opposite, is it Yamamoto?"

"Seems like it..."

The regimental adjutant nodded. Now he wouldn't curse the wrong person: "Yamamoto! I fuck your ancestors. Surrender or not, give me a straight answer!"

The sound blasted from the High-Power Loudspeaker was like a thunderclap out of nowhere, instantly drowning out the mosquito-like shouting from the Japanese Army across the way; the voice not only carried clearly to the Japanese Army Position opposite, but even reached Chu Yunfei in the Rear.