Chapter 216

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Protagonist:

Lv Muzhi

Yamamoto Battalion Commander also knew some Chinese; the first things he learned when studying Chinese were a few curse words, and upon hearing the Youth Army officer across the way curse his ancestors, he immediately flew into a rage.

"Bajiyalu, uneducated Chinks, to punish you, I will fire another round of mustard gas!"

However, Yamamoto Battalion Commander's harsh words had hardly been uttered when shells came raining down from above.

Various high-explosive shells were fired into Yamamoto's position by mortars, and Yamamoto hurriedly ordered everyone into the simple anti-shell fortifications, which could at least reduce many casualties.

The first wave to land was conventional high-explosive shells; the blast waves carried shrapnel and dirt, whipping up a bloody gale across the position.

"Hold steady! It's just ordinary artillery fire!" Yamamoto shouted from inside the dugout, forcing himself to stay calm, trying to steady morale.

However, before his voice had faded, a series of heavier, unusual explosions rang out one after another.

Immediately afterward, a smoke mixed with the smell of garlic drifted over, and Yamamoto Battalion Commander, nervous as he was, also took a huge gulp of it.

"What smell? Did that bastard eat garlic?"

Yamamoto's nose twitched twice, and then his face changed drastically!

This smell... this color... pale yellow smoke began to spread not far away...

"Bajiya! It's the special shell we fired! It's our mustard gas!"

Yamamoto was nearly mad; although he had long thought the Youth Army might have captured the special shells left behind last night, he never expected the enemy to turn his own methods against him so quickly, and use them on his own unlucky self!

"Gas masks! Put on gas masks quickly!" Yamamoto, fumbling, pulled his gas mask from his waist and put it on his head, while shouting hoarsely to those outside.

The Japanese soldiers still alive on the position also smelled that odor; some Japanese soldiers remembered the warning from the chemical warfare troops: mustard gas has a faint smell of garlic or mustard.

Originally, the soldiers of Yamamoto Battalion had hoped this thing would break through the enemy's defensive line, but they never expected to fall to the poison gas themselves first.

"It's poison gas! The Chinese army also has poison gas!"

"Run!"

Yamamoto Battalion Commander shot a deserter dead with one pistol shot: "No one is allowed to run! Division Commander Fujita is right behind us supervising the battle; anyone who runs will be shot on the spot!"

If they ran, they would be dealt with by Division Commander Fujita's Military Law Department; if they didn't run, they would likely be tortured by the poison gas into a living death.

Some quick-witted Japanese soldiers saw the chemical warfare troops of the poison gas unit; at this moment they were wearing full rubber gas-proof suits, trying to find a safe place to avoid the artillery fire.

Those airtight protective suits were now the life-saving straws right before their eyes!

"Give me the protective suit!" A Japanese infantry sergeant major, eyes red, pounced on a chemical warfare soldier and began tearing at him.

"Bajiya! This is mine!" The chemical warfare soldier clung to it desperately, and the two instantly grappled together.

"Give it to me!"

"Get lost!"

To fight over these few life-saving pieces of equipment, the so-called comradeship of ordinary days vanished completely, truly a hundred kinds of ugly behavior!

Even a Japanese second lieutenant drew his pistol to threaten soldiers into taking off their protective suits; Yamamoto Battalion Commander, after putting on his mask, saw this scene and immediately stopped them: "Bajiya! No shooting, and no bayonets either, careful not to tear the gas-proof suits!"

After speaking, Yamamoto Battalion Commander threw a heavy punch at a Japanese chemical warfare comrade, then mounted the chemical warfare soldier and began to take the gas-proof suit off the chemical warfare soldier......

A free-for-all tournament unfolded in the Japanese position.

Even though mortar shells were still flying overhead, the little devils of Yamamoto Battalion only cared about fighting over the few limited gas-proof suits.

After Lv Muzhi heard that Chu Yunfei had been struck by poison gas shells, he also rushed to Chu Yunfei's semi-buried underground command post to check the situation.

Through the artillery observation mirror, Lv Muzhi vaguely saw yellow smoke rising on the Japanese position across the way, and couldn't help but feel very satisfied.

Chu Yunfei, however, had some misgivings: "Lu Commander, the Nine-Power Treaty has already been convened; I heard the great powers are mediating our conflict with the Japanese, and now using this kind of weapon, I'm afraid our international reputation won't be too good?"

Lv Muzhi asked: "Do you also believe in that damn treaty?"

Chu Yunfei smiled bitterly: "I naturally don't believe it, but I can't help that some commanders believe it; if this command post does such a thing, I'm afraid someone will hold me accountable, aren't I?"

"But Lu Commander, rest assured; if this affects international mediation, then it was I, Chu Yunfei, alone who did it, and it has absolutely nothing to do with any instructions from Lu Commander!"

Lv Muzhi continued to observe the front through the artillery observation mirror, smiled, extended his index finger and shook it: "I have news from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs; the mediation of the Nine-Power Treaty has almost failed, and it has nothing to do with this mustard gas; don't worry about these things, we just need to kill more Japanese."

On the position ahead, Chu Yunfei's subordinates were shouting through the loudspeaker inside the fortification again.

The noise from this thing was truly loud; Lv Muzhi and Chu Yunfei in the rear could hear it very clearly.

"Little Yamamoto, do these shells smell good? What exactly do they smell like? Tell Grandpa!"

"Yamamoto the little glutton! Still greedy?"

Chu Yunfei felt embarrassed: "These fellows, I haven't restrained them strictly; they don't fight properly, and at this time they're shouting?! I'll immediately send the military police to stop them!"

"It's no harm; this loudspeaker won't expose our firepower points, and it can be considered psychological warfare against the little devils; the little devils drop leaflets, so we have to keep up too;

By then, play some little tunes from the little devils' hometown, and make the little devils fight us with tears in their eyes!"

Chu Yunfei laughed heartily: "That's a great move!"

"Later I'll have someone send a gramophone and several little devil records; you just use the loudspeaker to play them toward the opposite side; don't bomb with shells for now, just let the little devils live and feel the smell of mustard gas."

"Yes!"

At this moment, in Yamamoto's position, some Japanese soldiers, because their gas masks were damaged in the fighting, had their faces exposed to the poison gas; after an hour, the Japanese soldiers' eyes were irritated red by the poison gas, first tearing up, then discharging thick liquid......

A large number of Japanese soldiers who failed to grab gas-proof suits had difficulty breathing, their whole bodies covered in blisters, like ugly toads.

Yamamoto Battalion Commander wore a gas-proof suit with a slit torn in it, huddled in a corner, gripping his military sword tightly, afraid someone would come back to snatch his gas-proof suit.

After all, some subordinates had previously attacked him just to survive, stabbing him in the kidney with a bayonet from behind.

"Battalion Commander, almost all the soldiers have been poisoned and collapsed!" A squadron leader stepped forward to report.

Both lenses of the squadron leader's gas mask were shattered, his eyes were also red, and when he spoke, his throat sounded as if it were clogged with a big mouthful of phlegm......

Yamamoto Battalion Commander held his waist and said: "Contact Division Commander Fujita; Yamamoto Battalion is unable to launch an attack, and unable to break out and withdraw; please immediately dispatch a medical team to treat the wounded!"