The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 67: Poison Gas Bomb (Please read and vote)
...Throughout World War II, the Japanese were the ones who used poison gas and biological weapons the most, and they basically used them on the Chinese battlefield.

Why? First, the Japanese have no humanity, and second, they think it is useful.

Because we were still an agricultural country at that time, the number of gas masks in the army was quite scarce, and we had no ability to counterattack with poison gas.

That's why the Japanese used poison gas bombs so unscrupulously.

Unfortunately, many brothers had never heard of this thing before joining the army, and had not received any relevant training after joining the army; often when they encountered the Japanese's poison gas tactics, it was a disaster...

...Excerpt from Hu Biao's diary collection "Hu Shuo"...

By the way! How effective is the black smoke from lighting a pile of firewood as an air defense?

Frankly speaking, even Hu Biao and his team were not sure when they were preparing, but it was the only solution they could think of.

You can't just use a rifle to shoot down a high-speed flying plane; how can an ordinary person achieve such a brilliant victory?
After lighting the firewood pile, Hu Biao immediately went into the nearest anti-artillery hole.

Not long after, bullets were heard strafing the ground, and the bombs fell with a whistling sound, followed by a loud noise.

At this moment, the only thing Hu Biao and his men could do was to hold their heads tightly in the anti-artillery cave and wait for the air raid to pass.

I don’t know how much time passed, maybe as long as an hour.

Or maybe it only lasted three to five minutes.

Finally, the loud engine sounds of low-altitude diving planes no longer echoed above the battlefield, and the sounds of machine gun fire and bomb explosions also subsided.

Thank God, Hu Biao finally survived this Japanese air raid.

Concerned about the losses of the third company, he rushed out of the anti-artillery cave immediately and looked around the position.

After checking it out, everyone came to a conclusion that was not sure whether it was good or bad: the method of igniting and producing black smoke still had a certain air defense effect.

Amidst the thick black smoke, the Japanese pilots could not see the situation of their positions clearly, so they could only strafe and bomb indiscriminately.

The anti-artillery hole was supported and reinforced with wood removed from the temple and covered with a layer of soil as a buffer. It could easily block the machine gun fire from the aircraft.

But unfortunately, it could not withstand any type of Japanese aerial bombs, not even a 25-kilogram one.

In the bombing just now, two anti-artillery holes were hit, and a total of five brothers were buried inside.

By the time they were pulled out, three of them had already died; this meant that the combat strength of the Third Company had been reduced by three more people.

Without giving them time to feel sad again, a squad of Japanese soldiers launched another tentative attack on the position, and the battle began again.

In this way, the two sides began a continuous battle for the small position in the center of Dunwu Temple.

Hu Biao and his side had carefully prepared defensive fortifications and tactics, more powerful infantry light firepower, and a fighting will to fight to the death.

The Japanese side, on the other hand, had more troops, strong support from airplanes and artillery, and some unscrupulous and unscrupulous behavior.

October 10th was destined to be a bloody day for both sides...

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At 2:17 p.m., we were still at the center line of Dunwu Temple.

Uncle Bo was lying on a sniper position, holding an original Mauser rifle. The frown on his face was enough to kill a mosquito.

There's nothing we can do! This terrible battle is so frustrating.

From dawn till now, only about seven hours have passed; but during these seven hours, the Japanese have launched five attacks.

Each of their attacks did not last long, and they were quickly repelled by the fierce firepower from the positions.

An attack can last only a dozen minutes at the shortest and twenty minutes at the longest, but that doesn't mean the people on the position have any chance to catch their breath.

Because as soon as the Japanese retreated, they would almost immediately launch an air bombing raid or a long-range artillery barrage. The frequency of the Japanese attacks was so crazy that it could be said to be endless, leaving them no time to breathe.

Up to now, as the first sniper of the third company, he has forgotten how many bullets he has fired and how many Japanese soldiers he has killed.

Anyway, due to the strong recoil of the old bolt-action rifle, his right shoulder was already swollen.

But even so, he still had to lie down in the sniper position, ready to pull the trigger and fire as soon as the Japanese in front of him entered 300 meters, a distance that he was more confident in.

Because the Japanese's sixth attack has begun again.

What made Uncle Bo feel a little strange was that there seemed to be something wrong with the Japanese attack this time.

How should I put it specifically? Compared to previous attacks, where the Japanese would deploy a squadron of troops, this time they only deployed a squadron.

You're dreaming of sending so many people to take down their positions.

Another point is that the fifty or sixty Japanese soldiers in this squad seemed to be very slow in advancing, and they did not have the crazy charging momentum as before.

Anyway, he felt that there was something wrong with the attacking Japanese devils.

Uncle Bo's doubts were answered two minutes later.

He was just about to shoot down a Japanese sergeant who was in the crosshairs at a distance of two hundred and seventy or eighty meters when he heard the whistling sound of a shell passing through the sky, which he had become familiar with after hearing it so many times today.

Instinctively, he didn't bother to open fire and went to a bomb-proof hole not far away.

Fire a shot and move to another location. Never be greedy for credit. Only by surviving can you kill more Japanese devils. This is the valuable experience Uncle Bo learned from the previous five attacks.

The price he paid was that when he was having that twice-cooked pork dinner in the morning, he still had 8 snipers under his command, but now there are only 3 left, and one of them is seriously injured.

That's because after suffering losses in the previous two battles, the Japanese now attach great importance to the snipers on the positions.

In addition to organizing a group of veterans with good marksmanship to fire at this side from a distance; other grenade launchers, light and heavy machine guns, and even Type 92 infantry guns will give priority to them.

Often, if one fails to move in time, or if one is greedy for merit and wants to fire one more shot at the same place, it can be fatal.

As he ran towards the bomb shelter, Uncle Bo felt strangely relieved.

I complained in my mind, "I thought the Japs had some new tricks up their sleeves, but it turns out they were just trying to trick us out of the anti-artillery holes and then take advantage of the opportunity to launch a round of artillery fire.

If you want to take advantage of me in this way, then you can just dream on. "

However, to use a popular saying in modern times: Uncle Bo still thinks too highly of those Japanese beasts...

The reason why I say this to Uncle Bo is that he thought too highly of the Japanese.

That was when he was moving quickly and had just drilled into a nearby anti-artillery hole when a shell landed not far behind him.

But there was only a muffled sound, and the expected big explosion did not happen.

"It was a dud, or perhaps the soil at Yunzaobang was too soft to detonate. The Japanese are using rather crude artillery shell production technology these days, aren't they?"

With such hesitation, Uncle Bo complained; at the same time, he risked his head out of the anti-artillery hole and looked in the direction where the shell landed.

Uncle Bo’s adventure this time was quite timely.

Because when he looked over, he could immediately see a 70mm caliber shell that had not exploded on the ground only five or six meters away.

What was a little strange was that the shell was emitting a light yellow mist, the speed and amount of which were quite good, and in the blink of an eye it filled the space of several meters around.

After hesitating for a second or two, Uncle Bo shouted out in great fear:
"Poison gas bomb..."

(End of this chapter)