Time travel! Regrets will never happen again!

Shinji Ono is a private second class member of the Matsumoto Battalion. The shelling that lasted until midnight last night made him unable to sleep all night.

He was in very bad spirits this morning, and only the fragrance coming from the Chinese position opposite him woke him up for a while.

It was originally thought that the Eighth Route Army on the opposite side would launch an attack after dinner, but what was puzzling was that they actually evacuated all the soldiers on the front line after dinner.

This naturally attracted the attention of the Japanese defensive forces. Of course, Ono was only surprised for a moment, and then he lay listlessly on the cold position again, drowsy!

He didn't bother to care what the Eighth Route Army on the opposite side was doing. Those were things that the officers needed to consider. Ordinary soldiers like them just had to guard their positions.

Instead of thinking about all those things, it would be better to close your eyes and rest for a while.

"Boom boom boom" the sound of artillery fire was heard again outside the valley.

"Damn you Chinese pigs! You're never going to stop!" Matsumoto naturally also heard the sound of artillery fire.

There was no other way, so he could only leave the tent and observe the situation. His tent was located under a hidden cliff, and the shells could not fall here.

The frequency of shelling this morning was significantly higher than that of last night, and because it was daytime, the effect of the shelling was much better than yesterday.

At this moment, almost all the Japanese troops in the valley hid under the canyon walls on both sides of the valley, where it was difficult to be hit directly by artillery fire.

It was just a pity for the Japanese soldiers stationed at the entrance and exit of the canyon, as they had to face the artillery shells flying from the opposite side directly.

At the beginning, the Japanese soldiers standing on both sides of the canyon were still sighing that they were lucky and did not need to be bombed!

However, the shells fired from the opposite side today were a bit strange. They didn't have much power when they exploded, but they flew out a lot of sparks.

This type of shell is the terrifying white phosphorus shell. Compared with ordinary shells, white phosphorus shells are more severe in nature, with strong flammability and toxicity, and can cause fire wherever they touch.

However, the Japanese troops stationed in the canyon knew nothing about this. They were still congratulating their colleagues who were guarding the entrance to the canyon, unaware that this would be the beginning of a nightmare.

The sun shines on the entrance of the canyon, and there is tranquility.

However, as the shells fell, the peaceful battlefield was instantly broken.

Unlike previous artillery shells, this time the white phosphorus bomb exploded, sending out countless white fireworks like the tentacles of a devil, wreaking havoc on everything around it.

The entrance to the canyon instantly turned into a hell. The dazzling sparks were like maggots attached to the bones, and wherever they touched, the fire spread.

Some Japanese soldiers who were splashed with sparks also began to burn. They howled in pain and tried to put out the flames. However, no matter how they tried, the flames could not be extinguished, but became more and more.

Ono's arm was also stained with this horrible spark, and he desperately slapped the vicious flame that caused him pain to the deepest part of his soul.

But he found that his right hand, which he used to slap his left arm, also felt a piercing pain. He turned over his palm and found that the ghost fire from hell was still burning on his right hand.

"Mom!" Just as Ono was about to struggle, a white phosphorus shell exploded again not far from him.

A large area of ​​white phosphorus completely covered Ono!

"Ah!" A scream was heard, and then the Japanese soldier, whose body was emitting white smoke and dazzling white light, endured the severe pain, grasped his own burning Type 38 rifle, and stuffed the barrel into his mouth.

With a "bang", this Japanese private ended his sinful life.

More and more Japanese soldiers were wailing and rolling in the flames.

Their struggle seemed so helpless. The flames on their bodies made them fall into despair, and their originally solid figures became distorted in the flames.

They watched in horror as more and more sparks appeared on their bodies. The pain made their faces look hideous and their screams echoed in the canyon, which was creepy.

This horrific disaster turned the originally peaceful canyon into a hell.

The horrific nature of white phosphorus bombs was vividly demonstrated in the canyon, and the painful struggle of the Japanese soldiers became the cruelest scenery on this land.

Matsumoto stood on both sides of the canyon with a dazed expression, watching the white phosphorus bombs wreaking havoc inside the camp and at the positions at the entrance of the canyon.

Yes! Matsumoto recognized the burning hellfire. It was white phosphorus!

The Chinese actually have this kind of weapon, and they actually dare to use such a vicious killing weapon against the locust army.

"Baga! I'm going to kill all the Chinese pigs! Baga!" Matsumoto's emotions finally collapsed at this moment.

All the Japanese soldiers around Matsumoto were frightened and turned pale. They were finished, really finished.

The entire camp was burning. Although they were all hiding on both sides of the canyon at the moment, most of their equipment was left in the camp.

Only a few soldiers carried weapons and looked at the camps engulfed by the flames, and the wailing people running around in the fire like burning men.

Slowly they fell down, and their bodies continued to burn until the horrible white phosphorus burned out.

Many Japanese soldiers' bodies were burned to the size of wild dogs, while others were turned directly into ashes.

The camp was completely destroyed and could no longer be defended. When the fire was extinguished, only less than 500 soldiers of Matsumoto's battalion were left standing under the rock walls on both sides of the canyon.

All supplies, weapons and ammunition, and even the only radio station were engulfed in the fire.

However, their nightmare did not end. Another round of artillery shells was dropped in. Like the white phosphorus bombs just now, the explosion was not violent.

But the yellow smoke that rose after the explosion made all the Japanese soldiers feel unusually familiar and intimate.

But what followed was the deepest fear in their hearts: poison gas bombs! Yes! The Chinese used poison gas bombs on them.

How many times had the proud Japanese locust army used poison gas bombs against the stubborn Chinese troops?

As long as the Locust Army's poison gas bombs explode on the Chinese positions, it means that the positions here will soon be lost.

With a loud bang, a mushroom cloud suddenly rose on one side of the camp.

It turned out that the place where the shells were stored was engulfed in fire, and the scorching flames detonated the shells.

Matsumoto's face became even paler, not because the explosion area was close to them, but because the explosion affected this Japanese lieutenant colonel.

But Matsumoto knew that there were dozens of shells in this pile, and at this moment, they exploded in the camp and emitted yellow smoke like demons.

Sure enough! Clouds of yellow smoke rapidly expanded in the shockwaves of the other shells' explosions.

"Run for your life! Run! Mom, save me!"

"Amaterasu, please save your people!"

In order to avoid the bombardment, not many people would carry equipment, not to mention that gas masks were basically not used.

At this time, the yellow smoke in the valley had begun to spread around, and the scene inside could be seen from outside the canyon.

I saw a yellow fog covering the entire canyon. The shelling had stopped and all the soldiers of the 772nd Regiment hid far away.

They all had fear in their eyes as they looked at the dozen or so boxes of shells not far from the four cannons.

But when they looked at the canyon again, they smiled again. Yes, that's right, it was a smile!

More than three years have passed, and today, these arrogant little devils finally tasted the evil that they had inflicted on the flower-growing family countless times.

Cool! Cool! Cool!