War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 646: 67th Regiment, calling for help!

Chapter 646: 67th Regiment, calling for help!

Three hundred and fifty meters!
The political commissar, who was on the battlefield for the first time, held the Japanese Type 38 rifle and pulled the trigger at the roof of Zhongzhuangpu, which was 350 meters away!
puff!
The bullet fell in an arc at a distance of 350 meters, and on the way down, it hit the shoulder of the machine gunner of the Pheasant Neck heavy machine gun.

The shot made the Japanese soldier's arms swing wildly and he fell off the roof. The ammunition man next to him didn't care about the life or death of the machine gunner at all, and continued to fire with the butt of his gun. The soldiers of the first battalion were knocked down in groups as they rushed to the low slope next to Zhongzhuangpu.

The young political commissar took a look and felt something was not right...

"Captain?"

"The Japanese rushed into battle, and even though the machine gun position at the entrance of the village was bombed, they refused to retreat. Instead, they rebuilt the machine gun position without any cover on the roof. What on earth was their purpose?"

Da da da da da da!

The pheasant neck attack of the first battalion finally started at this time, and the Japanese machine gun position on the roof was destroyed instantly, but the Japanese soldiers who continued to pour out of the village fought to the death!

He fought back around the walls of the houses at the entrance of the village, the walls of the courtyards, the windows of the houses, and all the places that could be used as shooting points. Some people even climbed up to the roof secretly, trying to withdraw the heavy machine gun. But the crooked handles of the first battalion did not intend to give them this opportunity. They locked their eyes on the machine gun and immediately turned their guns to shoot down anyone who came over.

The political commissar raised his hand and returned the gun to the soldier beside him. Only then did Zhu Rong say, "You're afraid of losing face!"

"If we were to defeat the main regiment of the 9th Brigade of the Steel Army so easily, wouldn't they all have to perform disembowelment when they return?"

The problem was that the political commissar disagreed with his opinion at all: "But retreating and using the houses in Zhongzhuangpu Village to fight street battles is obviously a more advantageous option. As long as we enter the village, our grenade launchers will be useless..."

Zhu Rong turned his head and said, "Why do you care whether these bastards die or not?"

He was quite unhappy!

At this moment, the wind started to blow. The wind blowing from the village entrance to the outside of the village made people feel obviously cold, but the battlefield, which was already as hot as a kiln, would not be cooled down by this little wind.

The political commissar was standing on the hill thinking about that moment, when the Japanese's firepower suddenly dropped a level without any reason, and half of the light machine guns at the entrance of the village were turned off...

"Stop attacking, Captain. Believe me, there must be something we don't understand here!"

The political commissar rushed to Zhu Rong again, grabbed his sleeve and roared.

Zhu Rong raised his arm and said, "What are you wasting time on here?"

"If you're f*cking afraid of death, get out of here!"

"Second Battalion, charge into the woods where the reconnaissance company is and increase firepower. We must take down the village entrance even if we have to!"

"Yes!"

"Don't go!"

The political commissar immediately stopped the second battalion commander beside him, but his eyes were always observing the battlefield in front of him. He saw many Japanese soldiers carefully escorting something out of the village. However, when they arrived at the village entrance, the first battalion and the reconnaissance company felt that they had gained a certain advantage on the battlefield and were gradually advancing...

tom!
tom!
The sound of artillery fire in the village! !

This is not the sound of a grenade launcher, it is the sound of a mortar, or at least a light mortar...

But the political commissar opened his eyes wide but could not find the explosion point like a cannonball explosion anywhere on the battlefield!
On the contrary...

A cloud of yellow smoke began to spread gradually over the battlefield, and was moving towards the mountains with the wind.

The political commissar was suddenly stunned. Zhu Rong was still standing there, shouting, "Second Battalion Commander, do you listen to him or me? Who is the military commander?"

"That's too late."

The political commissar ignored Zhu Rong and turned to shout at the whole army: "Everyone listen to my orders, pick up dry firewood, cut branches nearby, and light a fire immediately, immediately!!!" Zhu Rong couldn't stand it anymore, so he stepped over and grabbed the political commissar's collar, scolding: "You're making trouble, right?"

"Feng Yaohe of the First Cavalry Battalion, who is directly under the regiment, has made many military achievements. He even helped the Sichuan Army to capture Fanzhi and Dayinger. The New First Regiment even broke through the layers of defense of the Japanese. Now everyone is eyeing my 67th Regiment. Are you trying to mess with me?"

The political commissar glared and shouted, "I graduated from the Anti-Japanese University, Lao Ding was my teacher, and that yellow smoke is poison, poison, it's a ring!"

"Pee ring?"

"I can't fucking explain it to you clearly!" Zhu Rong was forced to swear by the intellectuals.

"Now, 67th Regiment, listen to my command, light the fire immediately. If you delay any longer, we will all be finished. Light the fire!!!"

"Move! If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility. If Lao Ding wants to be shot, shoot me first!!!"

Zhu Rong really had no way to deal with this political commissar, because judging from his usual behavior, he was an extremely stable person. Not only had he never quarreled with anyone, but he had also never done anything out of the ordinary. There was no reason for him to do something like this just to cause trouble. Besides, he had just broken the Japanese soldier's hand, so he didn't look like a spy...

"Ugh!"

Zhu Rong turned around.

When he was chatting with Xu Chaoyang, he talked about his time in the Northeast Army and complained that his comrades in the Northeast Army were promoted, but he could not. At that time, Xu Chaoyang told him, "You are not tough enough and you are too soft-hearted..." But he didn't expect that this great defect for a soldier would become an advantage today.

"ignition!"

"All troops retreat!"

call!
Once the fire was lit, the other troops of the 67th Regiment would become living targets under the flames. They had no choice but to retreat. As the layers of fire walls gradually heated up and formed heat waves that slowly climbed upwards, a miracle happened.

The yellow smoke blown by the wind was completely blocked by the heat wave wall that was rising diagonally. When Xu Chaoyang explained this lesson to the people from the Anti-Japanese University, he used the example of Germany using "poison" on the battlefield in the S1 season.

At that time, he faced all the students who were studying for the war and asked a question: "If one day the Japanese wanted to end the battle as soon as possible and began to use this method on the battlefield, what would you do?"

How could the students of the Anti-Japanese University have ever seen such a thing? They were all dumbfounded by his questions.

Even the head teacher at that time sat down and listened to the class as the principal, because he had no such experience.

"ignition."

This is the answer given by Xu Chaoyang, and it is also the experience summed up by our army at the cost of the lives of countless soldiers on the battlefield.

The heat waves created by the fire will prevent the spread of poison gas. This experience was summarized after the Nationalist army was attacked by the Japanese using poison gas bombs 375 times on the Wuhan battlefield.

375 times!

If they do it once a day, they will have surplus left over for a year. They used it 375 times in the Battle of Wuhan!
Are they human?
Facing an army that is inferior to yours in every way from weapons and equipment to individual soldier quality, you adopted such an extreme method just to reduce losses!

These beasts are worse than pigs and dogs!
……

"Report!!!"

Xin County, headquarters.

When a soldier rushed in, his face was covered with ashes from the smoke. He kept rubbing his eyes with his sleeves and said, "67th Regiment, help!"

(End of this chapter)

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