Liang Jian: Lao Li, I'm really not a military expert

"Baga Yalu! These bastards are actually a bunch of cowards. They can't stand such a little stench. They don't deserve to be warriors of the empire!"

Taro Ono was so angry that his face turned blue. He didn't expect that his soldiers were so weak. Some of them even lay on the ground pretending to be dead. This made him lose face in front of Kojiro Hirata. How could he not be angry?

Hirata Kojiro patted Ono Taro on the shoulder and comforted him, "Ono-kun, this is not the fault of the warriors. Even I can't stand this stinky smell. Although we know it is not poisonous at all, the smell is too strong. It makes my stomach churn. If it continues like this, I feel like I will faint from the stench!"

"What's even more frustrating is that there was no wind this morning. I thought the smell would dissipate in a short while, but it's approaching the top of the mountain little by little. We only have two options now. Either we endure it and wait for the stench to drift to the top of the mountain. As for how long it will take, it's hard to predict. It may take only two or three minutes, or two or three hours, or even more than half a day."

"Another way is to take this opportunity to order the warriors to launch a desperate attack. I believe the warriors' courage will be unexpectedly high. They should have had enough of this stink. Even if the firepower of the Eighth Route Army is fierce, they can't stop the attack of the Empire's warriors. Now the choice is in your hands. I need to know what Ono-kun is planning!"

Ono Taro had a bitter look on his face. He knew that once a full-scale attack was launched, only God knew how many of his two teams would survive. But the stench in the air also made his brain a little slow to think. He felt that if he continued like this, he would be driven crazy. It would be better to launch an attack while he still had the energy. Whether he lived or died, it would be an explanation. Anyway, he had tried his best.

"Hirata-kun, I choose the second path. This time I will personally lead the team to launch the first wave of attack, and you will follow closely behind. In addition, I ask you to tell the general about the situation we encountered before the charge, and let the troops behind be careful of the strange shells of the Eighth Route Army, and let them prepare in advance!"

Hirata Kojiro promised solemnly: "Ono-kun, please rest assured, I will definitely tell the general about this. We came out in a hurry this time and did not bring gas masks. Otherwise, the Chinese's tricks would have little impact on us. They would only become our military exploits!"

Taro Ono immediately gathered the troops and led a squad of Japanese soldiers to launch a desperate attack on the position defended by Lin Zhenhua. In order to cause some trouble to Lin Zhenhua and his men, the Japanese soldiers kept throwing melon grenades forward, trying to rely on the smoke produced by the explosion to affect the machine gunner's vision.

"Comrades, fight hard. Don't worry about where the enemy is hiding. Follow the method I taught you before. No matter where you see the Japs or not, you must fire a volley of bullets at me. The Japs only have two axes left. As long as we can stop them, we will be truly safe!"

Ono Taro held the command knife in his hand and waved it wildly, saying, "Kill them all! Warriors, follow me and charge!"

The ghostly howls of the Japanese soldiers could be heard below the position. More than a dozen Japanese soldiers with explosive packs and grenades tied to their bodies were desperately advancing towards the defensive position. They launched wave after wave of death charges, which put tremendous pressure on Lin Zhenhua and his men. The barrels of the heavy machine guns were so hot that they were smoking, and the barrels of the light machine guns were also red from the beating. The battle entered a white-hot stage.

The Japanese took advantage of their well-trained and accurate shooting skills. Under the cover of a group of three, they specifically targeted the machine gunners, which caused considerable losses to the fifth and sixth platoons. These puppet soldiers had just surrendered. They had poor training before and lacked battlefield experience. They didn't know how to change positions after firing a shot. Sometimes they foolishly showed their heads, and suddenly became sitting ducks for the Japanese. The loss of an entire squad of soldiers made Lin Zhenhua very distressed. He shouted desperately in the trench: "Be careful, don't show your heads. The Japanese's shooting skills are very accurate. We must not get into this bad luck!"

"Change positions after each shot. We built such a long circular fortification to ensure everyone's safety. You must do as I say. Don't stay in one place stupidly."

Under the organization of the squad leaders, the situation finally improved. Taro Ono, who was attacking, watched his Japanese soldiers die one by one. Finally, he was the only one left. He did not retreat, but instead waved his command knife and launched a charge.

"Damned Tubalu, if you dare, fight me! You all should go to hell for killing so many of my imperial warriors! Charge!"

Looking at Ono Taro's screaming, Lin Zhenhua picked up the submachine gun in his hand and fired at him. Ono Taro's eyes widened, and he fell to the ground with a ferocious and unwilling look on his face.

Lin Zhenhua curled his lips and said, "You damned little Japanese, you're still playing with the spirit of Bushido. I can kill you with one hand, but I won't give you this chance. I'm going to piss you off to death, you damned bastard!"

"Comrades, hurry up and restock your ammunition. There are still 20 to 30 Japanese soldiers left to be eliminated. I estimate they will launch an attack soon!"

At the back, Hirata Kojiro watched Ono Taro fall straight down, and his heart couldn't help but tremble. He didn't want to die, and he just fooled Ono Taro. But now ten minutes have passed, and the stench in the air has not only not weakened, but has become stronger and stronger. This made him a little hesitant for a while. He couldn't let him surrender to the Tubalu!

With his eyes rolling, Hirata Kojiro came up with a great idea. He waved the command knife in his hand and shouted loudly: "Warriors of the Empire, follow me to launch a charge to avenge Ono-kun. As long as we capture the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army, we will be able to make a great contribution. You will all be received by the General and the Prince in the future. I guarantee this with my uncle, General Tada!"

Under the instigation of Kojiro Hirata, more than 30 Japanese soldiers, including the telegraph operator, launched a desperate attack. After Kojiro Hirata and everyone else rushed forward, he secretly took off his clothes and put on the clothes of the dead soldiers. Several corpses of soldiers were pressed on him, and he lay on the ground pretending to be dead.

The final frenzy of the Japanese did not achieve the greatest results. Under the tight blockade of light and heavy machine guns, and the filling of gaps with submachine guns, more than 30 Japanese soldiers were all wiped out in just five minutes.

Lin Zhenhua was planning to arrange people to clean up the battlefield, but when he smelled a faint stench coming from afar, he knew he could not delay any longer and had to leave quickly. The stench was so overpowering that even he could not stand it!

"Comrades, follow my orders, retreat immediately, and rush back to Lijiazhuang as quickly as possible!"