Chapter 1046: Happy? Happy is right!

On Iwo Jima, intense slaughter was unfolding.

As the height connecting the north and south sides, this was the joint of Japanese communication.

So if one wanted to take this place, one had to pay a large number of casualties.

But as a commander, Major General Erskine wasn't an incompetent person; he immediately realized that the trump card he could play was the Special Operations Battalion of the 1st Marine Division.

Regarding this team that had participated in the Battle of Guadalcanal, was subsequently transferred to Europe, took Rome, and charged into battle many times, Erskine had full confidence.

Because other teams' equipment was uniformly purchased by the military department, but this Special Operations Battalion was different; their weapons were provided by the Far East Group, which could be said to be armed to the teeth, and they even possessed more than five biochemical weapon launchers.

It could be said that this unit existed just to storm fortifications and "kill"!

On Height 382.

The protruding machine gun positions were constantly sweeping, suppressing the U. S. military's charge in front.

Watching the team unable to reach the destination for a long time, Zhang Cheng was also holding back fire in his heart, immediately roaring, "Have the artillery drop TX-3!"

"What?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, Logan was immediately stunned.

Because this was on the most dangerous battlefield of position warfare; once the poison gas spread, they would also suffer!

Having already tried the power of the "Black Death," Logan didn't want to come a second time!

"Position slightly further back, drop a small one!"

Speaking to Logan, Zhang Cheng turned and roared, "Everyone put on protective suits, prepare to assault!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng's order, the remaining soldiers hurriedly put on gas masks and other equipment.

Watching everyone start to prepare for the charge, Logan also fell silent, because everyone only had Franklin in their minds now!

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is really too terrifying!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng intended to drop the "Black Death" at such a close distance, Victor couldn't help but grin.

Because he was really becoming more and more crazy now, even using such large-scale weapons of mass destruction many times to eliminate enemy forces!

Quietly waiting for the next round of offensive, the Japanese soldiers were currently uneasy, as if there was some uneasy premonition in their hearts.

But just at this moment, they seemingly heard some whistling sound in the sky.

"Take cover, it's artillery shells!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Several things like round balls fell on the ground, but they didn't explode.

Curious, they stepped forward, and the Japanese soldiers immediately became puzzled.

But in the next second, black poison gas was released from within the balls, beginning to sweep toward the surroundings.

Coming into contact with the "Black Death," the Japanese soldiers immediately sent out desperate wails, then painfully fell to the ground struggling.

"Ah!"

Piercing screams sounded, and the Japanese soldiers in the entire trench scrambled to run backward.

However, no matter how fast their speed was, they couldn't avoid the sweep of the "Black Death" at all!

Listening to the sound coming from the front, Zhang Cheng also raised his arm and roared, "Kill them all!"

Charging with gas masks, the U. S. soldiers had prepared all protection, then began to shoot the Japanese soldiers who had lost resistance.

Under such fierce attacks, let alone the Japanese, even the "fifty-fifty" American butt would have to be pressed to the ground and swept by a Gatling gun by a group of people!

"Major General Erskine, the Special Operations Battalion seems to have used the 'Black Death' on Height 382!"

Just as Erskine was observing the map, the messenger who walked up spoke.

"What?"

Looking at the messenger in disbelief, when Erskine heard this sentence, he immediately questioned, "Were our troops affected?"

"No, but the Special Operations Battalion has already put on protection and rushed in!"

Explaining to Major General Erskine before him, the messenger spoke up.

"As long as there isn't, don't worry about what they did on the battlefield! As long as they can achieve the final victory!"

Speaking with a calm face, Erskine smiled.

War was inherently an unrighteous thing; everyone had drawn their swords against each other, so if one still cared about honor, wasn't that a joke?

Regarding the Special Operations Battalion's way of doing things, Erskine didn't have the right to blame them.

Because it was he who asked the other party to cut off the Japanese connection at the fastest speed!

After successfully taking Height 382, Zhang Cheng ordered the soldiers to advance quickly, intending to thoroughly tear through the defense line.

And after receiving this news, Kuribayashi Tadamichi also said in disbelief, "What, the U. S. military used poison gas!"

"That's right, Lieutenant General, the U. S. military used a terrifying weapon, thoroughly taking our position, soldiers, soldiers all died in pain..."

Looking at Kuribayashi Tadamichi before him, the Colonel to the side revealed a collapsing expression.

Because he had never seen this kind of weapon; it was as if as long as one was contaminated, one couldn't live.

"Bastard, how could they do this!"

Pounding the table in anger, Kuribayashi Tadamichi roared.

However, just as he was being impotently furious, the follow-up U. S. military, with the help of the "Black Death" opening the way, thoroughly reversed the overall situation.

Attacking the Motoyama position, Zhang Cheng was in the tunnel, slashing with the three-sided military dagger gripped in his hand.

In the intense close-quarters combat, facing the tall U. S. soldiers, the Japanese didn't seem to be opponents at all.

However, under the roars of "His Majesty the Emperor, Banzai," they still brought quite a bit of trouble to Zhang Cheng's Special Operations Battalion.

"His Majesty the Emperor, Banzai!"

Rushing toward Zhang Cheng crazily, the Japanese soldier holding the "Taijun Happy Stick" roared.

And watching this scene, Logan hurriedly threw the dagger in his hand, directly piercing through his brow.

Falling to the ground in disbelief, the "Happy Stick" in the Japanese soldier's hand fell powerlessly.

Picking up this thing, Zhang Cheng backhanded it and smashed it toward the Japanese soldier beside him, then pierced it into the other party's body.

"Boom!"

Under the violent explosion, blood filled the narrow tunnel.

"Oh, s***!"

Wiping the blood on his cheek, Logan roared, "Do you have to play with this thing?"

"Isn't this fun? Hahahaha!"

Holding half a stick in his hand, Zhang Cheng threw it on the ground, a joyful smile appearing on his face.

And hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Victor beside him sighed, "Logan, I think he's right, this thing is pretty good!"

Facing Victor's answer, Logan revealed a look of disgust.

Because the two of them didn't look very normal!

"Banzai, Banzai!"

Holding the Taijun Happy Stick, James rushed into the crowd and detonated it.

"Boom!"

Under the violent explosion, countless people were blown away.

"Ah hahahaha, this thing is too interesting, it just hurts a little!"

Walking out of the thick smoke happily, James explained with two sharp blades stuck in his chest, looking happy.

"Oh, my God?"

Looking at James's appearance, Logan felt that if he stayed with them, he would go crazy sooner or later!

Because the other two people inside had already been thoroughly infected by Zhang Cheng's "madness"!

Carrying the three-sided military dagger, Zhang Cheng walked in front, slashing and cutting, instantly slaughtering the charging Japanese soldiers.

Following behind Zhang Cheng, Victor and Logan also made ferocious counterattacks.

Looking at the people who were killed to the point of being terrified before him, Zhang Cheng's face revealed a playful expression, "Why aren't you happy? Is it because I'm laughing happier?"

"Devil!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in fear, the Japanese soldiers gripped their weapons tightly in fear.

"A monster like me, wasn't it created by your hatred?"

Revealing a smile, Zhang Cheng changed the three-sided military dagger in his hand to a sickle, then walked forward step by step.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1047 =====