War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 653: Wrapping oneself in a cocoon!

"Captain, did you see that?"

Under the cover of night, Chang Zhan, who had just arrived at Tuanchengkou, stood there in a daze as he watched more than 600 shells fall on the high ground in front of him.

He came here to put on an act. According to Xu Chaoyang's request, he had to bring the New 1st Regiment to create an oppressive atmosphere of desperately attacking the entrance of the regiment. This would force that old bastard Itagaki to defend the high ground at the entrance of the regiment...

At this time, Mancangzi of the artillery battalion used up all the artillery shells that Xinzhou had accumulated for a whole year in one go, and with the firepower advantage that was enough to plow every inch of land on the highest point of the hill at Tuanchengkou, he completely blew up the remnants of the Fifth Division and Itagaki there.

But Xu Chaoyang didn’t say that we also have poison gas bombs!

This is exactly what Chang Zhan thought at the time. He thought that the yellow smoke on the top of the mountain was the poison gas bomb thrown by Xu Chaoyang, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all.

What? The Japs are allowed to drop poison gas bombs on the 67th Regiment, but we are not allowed to fight back?

If we didn't have this cutting-edge weapon at home, Chang Zhan would have wanted to throw a few of them at the Japanese's kang for fun... Wait! If we threw poison gas bombs while bombarding Tuanchengkou, wouldn't the poison gas that we worked so hard to produce explode?
Also, where did the poison gas bombs come from in Xinzhou?
That's... No wonder Xu Chaoyang repeatedly gave orders to all troops to march slowly and in a serious tone. He must have known for a long time that the Japanese had hidden poison gas bombs at the entrance of this city, right?
The reason why we didn't let our brothers rush over to encircle and suppress the Japanese and avenge Zhu Rong's 67th Regiment was because we were afraid that if our troops surrounded Tuanchengkou Mountain, the Japanese would just raise their hands and throw poison gas bombs at them, right?

you motherfucker!
You keep your mouth shut so tightly...

……

In the forest...

"fire!"

"fire!"

"fire!!!"

"I told you to fucking fire, but you couldn't hear me! Are you deaf?"

Mancangzi kicked a platoon leader down with one foot, and he was puzzled. Why were his subordinates firing at Tuanchengkou, but only this guy was standing there motionless?
Even though I gave him several orders in succession, he acted as if nothing had happened and didn't even look back at me... He wasn't like this before, he was doing pretty well in those few rounds... Why did he change after he shrank his neck hard?
Mancangzi grabbed the boy's collar and pulled him up from the ground. Just as he was about to swing his fist, he saw the blood flowing down the boy's left ear. At the same second, Mancangzi lowered his fist.

"Old Binzi."

"battalion commander."

After this sentence was spoken, the man called "Lao Binzi" by Man Guangzhi was obviously stunned for a moment. He was not stupid, he could distinguish the missing left and right channels.

Man Guangzhi shouted loudly beside Lao Binzi's bleeding ear: "Lao Binzi!!!"

Lao Binzi's eyes suddenly widened, and he took several steps back, and pointed his bleeding ear at Mancangzi: "Captain, call me again."

Lao Binzi heard it, but he heard it from his other ear. The bleeding ear seemed to be completely sealed with cement, and no sound could leak in. And that ear was the ear that he had stood next to the cannon all day.

"Old Binzi!!!!"

Man Guangzhi roared loudly; his voice attracted the attention of all the artillerymen around him and made tears flow from his eyes.

Lao Binzi didn't die, but he became deaf in one ear. This artilleryman who had followed him from Xifengkou had gone through so many battles with him without being touched by a bullet, but he was unexpectedly deafened by the Type 92 infantry gun.

Man Guangzhi now felt like killing someone. He wanted to kill a Japanese soldier, not with a cannon or a gun, but by tying a Type 92 infantry cannon to the soldier's head and firing continuously to shock him to death, so that they could feel what it felt like.

"fire!"

Man Guangzhi turned around and cried to the other artillerymen, but Lao Binzi walked over slowly and said to Man Guangzhi: "Captain, it's okay. I still have a good ear. I can hear your order if I turn my body slightly to the side."

After he finished saying this, he asked again: "Were you planning on letting me fire or snatching?" His face was full of the makeshift expression that only belongs to the 'poor people' of this era.

They could make do with hunger and starvation, they could make do with being slapped in the face by powerful people, they could make do with being insulted by others, and now that they have finally turned their lives around, they are still deaf in one ear, but they can still make do...

"Artillery battalion, first company, first platoon, keep all firing parameters unchanged, reload!" "Fire!"

Mancangzi's eyes were leaking, and he swallowed hard, because just now, Lao Binzi didn't notice his change at all, and every word he said was shouted... just like the deaf people usually raise their voices when talking to others, they think their voices are too soft when they can't hear the sound...

They, even though they are deaf, are still looking for the reasons in themselves.

……

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"hurry up!"

"I tell you, if you want to become a veteran quickly, you have to fight more battles..."

"Only if you fight more battles can you be as brave as the elders of the group. Don't you all want to be heroes? Only on the battlefield can you tell who is a hero and who is a coward..."

"Captain, look!"

The New Second Regiment, which had rushed over in a hurry, had just rounded the hillside when the high point of Tuanchengkou appeared in front of them. Artillery shells began to explode all over the mountain, and bursts of fire illuminated the eyes of every soldier.

Wang Tianhao was still holding his waist, wondering: "After this barrage of shells, won't this mountain be shorter tomorrow?"

"There's no need to fight. With this scale of artillery fire, there won't be any living creatures on the mountain, let alone people..."

"Captain, look, there's a puff of yellow smoke coming out of the top of the mountain. It's a different color from the black smoke from the artillery shells!"

Wang Tianhao was neither blind nor stupid. Of course he saw the yellow smoke. Not only did he see the yellow smoke, he also saw the artillery fire quickly dispersing the yellow smoke...

……

"Your Mightiness!"

"Your Mightiness!!!"

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
On the Tuanchengkou Hill where the sound of artillery fire continued, Itagaki Seishirō was rolling on the ground, surrounded by yellow gas dispersed by the exploding shells.

When this thing is inhaled by a person, the respiratory tract will quickly tighten, so Itagaki Seishirō kept covering his neck with his hands, and the Japanese soldier who was talking to him next to him kept scratching his skin with his hands. Blisters kept appearing on the skin, and when the blisters were scratched, they would become rotten, and people could clearly feel the irritating burning sensation.

"Sir, retreat!"

The Japanese soldiers endured the discomfort, reached into their clothes to scratch themselves, and lay on the ground to avoid the flying shrapnel. At the same time, they still followed the rules and asked Itagaki Seishirō for instructions on the battle.

but!
There was no one around him anymore. There were still some Japanese soldiers fleeing in the flames in the distance, but in the next second, they would be completely blown to pieces by a shell.

Uh……

Itagaki Seishirō was lying on the ground scratching his throat with his hands. He had already made bloody marks on his throat and blood was flowing out through his skin. He now wanted to run towards the place where the shells fell, but the shells falling on the mountain seemed to have eyes and would not fall this way.

Uh!
Itagaki Seishirō was really cruel. He used his nails to dig at the flesh on his neck. Unable to breathe, he opened his mouth desperately, his face turning purple...

Boo!
Blood gushed out of his neck in streams. He didn't know which blood vessel was torn open. There was no strong pressure spray like in an artery, nor did his respiratory tract feel smoother. With his neck full of blood, he kicked his legs hard and suffocated to death in the poisonous gas that filled the mountain.

"Your Mightiness!!!!"

The Japanese soldier could still shout and barely crawl towards Itagaki Seishirō. The moment the two of them got together - boom!

A shell fell and blew away the upper bodies of two people, leaving only the lower bodies, dragging the bodies with their stomachs full of shattered bodies, and falling down the hillside.

(End of this chapter)