Pale yellow gas, with a faint apple fragrance.
Why is this smell so familiar?
The Japanese soldier sucked hard, and he felt a hot pain in his throat, and immediately reacted, what is this?
Hurriedly got up and fumbled with a gas mask on his body.
But I found that no, I found a top and bottom in my backpack, and there was no gas mask at all.
Only then did he remember that he hadn't brought it with him.
Because they do not carry poison gas, and the temperature is low in winter, mustard gas is not active, and the effect is not too ideal, so mustard gas is rarely used in winter, so gas masks are usually not carried.
As for whether the enemy would use it, they never thought about it, because they had not seen any of the Chinese army use poison gas until now.
But, just today, just now, he was attacked with poison gas, or mustard gas, which they themselves loved to use.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack, it's poison gas, run" The Japanese soldiers, who had been resting, were woken up by this hasty voice, and then they found that there was a faint yellow smoke around them, and it was accompanied by a faint fragrance of apples.
"Ahem, cough, cough" Some of the Japanese soldiers coughed violently, collapsed in the poison gas, struggled, but never got up again.
The lieutenant looked at the diffuse pale yellow gas, and his heart was shocked and angry, he never expected that the other party would actually have poisonous gas.
And this poisonous gas is still the mustard gas that they are very familiar with.
Where the hell do these people come from, what is the mustard gas?
There was no time for the lieutenant to think about it now, the gas was getting more and more, he had to run, and if he didn't run, he would be enveloped in the gas.
Those people are still gassing, and there is no end to it.
How much poison gas did they get, and who leaked it to them, don't let him know, otherwise he will definitely be killed.
All the yellow cylinders in one box were finished, and all the resting places of the Japanese soldiers were covered by a thick yellow fog, and the figures inside could not be seen at all.
"Rush" At this time, the Japanese must be panicking, and this is their best chance to attack.
With Changyou's order, everyone changed their spears to submachine guns, wore gas masks, wore thick cotton clothes, and wrapped cloth around their hands, wrapping themselves tightly and not showing them at all.
At this time, they launched a counter-charge against the Japanese army, and just a few of them, facing several times or even ten times the enemy, they were still not false at all.
At a distance of 100 meters, he quickly rushed in, and his figure disappeared into the thick mustard gas.
Not a lot of time is given to them, the winter temperature is too low, the mustard gas is not lively enough, and it will soon dissipate, or rather condense on the ground.
Through the two holes in the gas masks, they could see the occasional corpse on the ground, and the death was somewhat tragic.
For them, it's all pediatrics, and they've seen all the worst scenes.
"Hurry up, or the little devil will run out of the gas range," Ge Zhong's angry voice came from the gas mask.
"Can't get up, huhu, this thing has breathing, somewhat, difficult."
Xiao Liuzi gasped and said.
It was the most difficult time for him to breathe, because his size and his body consumed the most oxygen, but breathing through a gas mask made it difficult for his body to meet the amount of oxygen he needed.
Especially now that he is still holding the Browning 1918 automatic rifle, which weighs nearly 8 kilograms, it is a big burden.
"You pay attention to keep up behind, Xiao Liu, Qingshan, Zhixiao, you follow me quickly" Ge Zhong shouted at the other three again.
"Yes" The three of them answered, quickened their pace, and rushed towards the depths of the mustard gas.
The venue is full of mustard gas, the visibility is not very high, some like haze, and the view is a little blurry from a little distance, but it can barely be seen clearly.
Soon, they saw a figure struggling and running forward, staggering, looking like it was about to fall down at any moment, and it was also extremely painful.
"Da Da" Ge Zhong did not hesitate to help him get free, not out of humanitarianism, but worried about this guy if he still has the ability to fight back The sound of gunfire came out of the mustard gas, which made the Japanese soldiers in front stunned for a moment, looked back, and vaguely saw that there seemed to be a figure in the poisonous gas behind them, but they couldn't see it clearly at all.
Gunshots rang out one after another, and listening to this continuous gunshot, it was not their people at all.
They fired their weapons crookedly, or a small number of captured light Czechs.
The Type 96 machine guns were in the process of being reloaded, but they weren't in turn yet, so there weren't.
Don't think about the 100-type submachine gun, this thing was not produced much in the first place, and it was mainly used in the Pacific War in the later period.
Listening to the sound of this gunshot, it was impossible for them to shoot too much, and most importantly, there was the sound of bullets whizzing past his ears.
It was the Chinese troops who used mustard gas to attack, did they have gas masks, and they were not afraid of these poisonous gases The lieutenant felt that his three views had been subverted today, and this group of troops was very different, really not at all, not at all like the teams he had fought before.
The gunfire in the back continued, and every time a shot rang out, it meant that someone had fallen.
There is no doubt that it is their own people who have fallen The lieutenant had no choice but to run out of the gas range first, and then find a way to return fire.
All he felt was a burning pain in his throat, and he knew it was poisonous gas corroding his trachea.
Although this is the first time I have felt poison gas, I have also learned how this mustard gas poisons people before.
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Earlier, I saw it, and if I hurry up, I can run out of the range of mustard gas The lieutenant's eyes lit up, as if he had seen the light of day.
Suddenly, a shuttle bullet shot him through his back, several holes in his clothes, and 45 pistol bullets, tumbling through his body, destroying his internal organs.
The lieutenant glared, there was still some hope in his eyes, some did not dare, and he was able to run out of the gas range in front of him, but he died.
"Lao Ge, the front is about to run out of the poison gas range, and you can't chase it" Fang Zhixiao, who was chasing behind, stopped and asked Ge Zhong.
"Then don't chase it, if you catch up, it is estimated that the little devil will fight back."
Ge Zhong was not carried away by this short victory, and said very calmly.
Indeed, the Japanese troops who escaped from the poison gas range in front immediately occupied the favorable terrain and waited for the pursuers to run out and give them a head-on blow.
It's a pity that Gezhong and they were not fooled and chose to retreat.
The mustard gas gradually dissipated, sticking to the grass and trees, and sticking to the ground.
This piece of land is polluted, of course, the pollution is not heavy, with the degrading power of the earth, it will soon be restored to its past.
On the way back, they glanced at the corpses on the ground to see how many had died.
Perhaps because of the small number of Japanese troops, there were not many people who died, and only a dozen of the 20 or so people killed by them were poisoned.
Adding up to forty people, it accounted for half of the Japanese troops who fled.
I don't know if the Japanese soldiers who left will still be able to leave, whether they will continue to squat or retreat: