Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

The young soldier was holding the bomb he had dug out and was about to move it to a safe area. After all, it was not safe to leave a bomb by his side as it might explode at any time.

But just as they were about to leave, suddenly, a faint yellow smoke whizzed out of the tail of the dud bomb. Everyone was surprised. What the hell was this?

"Ah!! Company...Company Commander! Ugh..." The young soldier quickly reacted after coming into contact with the yellow smoke. Large areas of his face began to ulcerate, and he began to vomit violently.

Before he could call for help, he fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth and twitching violently. Soon he was silent.

"Little Shuanzi!" the company commander shouted. This was beyond his understanding.

This was their first time fighting against the Japanese, and they had no idea what tactics they used, but it was definitely related to the yellow smoke.

"Quick! Bury these bombs and don't let them smoke!" the company commander shouted, but it was too late.

As Xiao Shuanzi fell to the ground, all the duds suddenly began to emit thick yellow smoke.

For a moment, the entire Sichuan Army defense line was shrouded in thick yellow smoke, and from outside it looked like a gloomy and terrifying Shura hell...

"Poison gas... This is poison gas... Ugh!!"

At this time, someone finally knew what this thing was, but it was too late.

A large number of soldiers fell to the ground with their hands on their necks, foaming at the mouth, and after violent convulsions, they died with hideous features and twisted bodies.

"Division! Division Commander, poison gas bombs! The Japs used poison gas bombs! I'll fuck your ancestors! Damn Japs!" Chief of Staff Yang Hu screamed hysterically.

"Fuck! These little Japanese devils!!!" Wei Guo gritted his teeth and punched the pillar in front of him continuously, with blood oozing out of his fists.

But they had no other options. If they went up now, they would be doomed to die.

……

On the battlefield.

"Towel! Quickly wet the towel with water and cover your mouth and nose! If you don't have water, use urine!!"

There were also people on the position who knew how to deal with poison gas bombs. At this moment, they covered their mouths and noses with wet towels, ran around the position, and shouted.

More and more soldiers began to follow suit. Those who had no water urinated on it, and those who had no towels tore off their leggings or clothes.

In short, use all means to resist the invasion of poison gas.

……

The devils are here.

"Kill the chicken for me!!"

Half an hour later, Kazuharu Furukawa gave the order to charge.

Under the cover of ten tanks, the troops of the two infantry brigades dispersed and advanced forward in an orderly manner along a ten-kilometer front.

The Japanese artillery fire began to bombard the Sichuan Army positions again.

Furukawa Kazuharu wanted to use the Sichuan Army as a model to frighten the subsequent Shanxi-Suiyuan Army and the Central Army so that they would collapse without a fight.

The Shanxi-Suiyuan Army was frightened after being defeated last time, so there is no need to worry about it.

Seeing that the situation is not good, the Central Army will definitely preserve its strength and withdraw from its position.

His only opponent is the First Division of the Eighth Route Army...

On the Sichuan Army's defense line, the yellow poison gas has gradually dissipated.

The surviving soldiers climbed out of the trenches and breathed fresh air.

The soldiers who died were extremely miserable.

But unexpectedly, immediately afterwards, the Japanese artillery began to bombard them again.

Moreover, from afar, they saw that the Japanese charge had already begun, with countless shining bayonets pointing towards them.

In the command center, Gu Wuming was so angry that he started cursing.

"Fuck you, my god! Poison gas bomb! Poison gas bomb! Fuck your grandma!!"

"What are the casualties?! What are the casualties?!"

After receiving the news, Gu Wuming's mind went blank, as if the sky had fallen. After a long time, Gu Wuming finally recovered and asked in a trembling voice.

"Commander-in-Chief, according to statistics from the front... the shelling from the front plus the poison gas bombs, we... we have a total of more than 50,000 casualties..."

"The enemy's shelling has started again. The casualties are still increasing, and... they have begun to charge..."

Chief of Staff Yang Hu reported sadly.

The situation is not optimistic, considering the loss of 10,000 people yesterday.

The entire Sichuan Army's 20th Army suffered 6 casualties in less than two days. If this continues, their 20th Army will be destroyed...

"Call for help! Call Commander Song and I'll beg him personally!!" Gu Wuming said angrily.

"Yes!" Yang Hu quickly dialed the phone.

"Hello? Commander Song, I'm Wu Ming, greeting you!" Gu Wu Ming said, suppressing his anger.

"Oh, it's Brother Gu, hello, hello. Your Sichuan Army fought hard this time. I and the commander have seen it all. After the war, we will definitely commend your 20th Army!" Commander Song knew what Gu Wuming meant. He had been paying attention to the battle reports from the front line, but he had to follow his commander's orders.

"Commander Song! I'd like to ask, how is your roundabout tactics going? We...we can't hold on any longer. The Japanese are so cruel and crazy that they have used hundreds of poison gas bombs. Our troops have suffered heavy casualties!" Gu Wuming felt heartbroken when he heard Commander Song's nonchalant tone and the commendation.

The Sichuan Army soldiers bled to death, but they still could not be looked up to, not even the slightest bit of regret for the martyrs.

"Don't worry, Brother Gu. I have sent four armies to encircle you from the left and right sides. However, we have also encountered resistance from the Japanese. But please rest assured, Brother Gu. Our offensive is going well. As long as your troops hold on for three days, we will be able to launch an attack from behind enemy lines and relieve the pressure on your Sichuan Army!" Commander Song said calmly.

"Commander Song! I will believe you just once. We Sichuan soldiers died to defend our country. We are not cowards!"

"Our troops will hold out for three days! I hope Commander Song can launch the attack on time!"

"Commander Song! If our Sichuan Army is wiped out, please give me a message..."

"The Sichuan Army will not fail the country!!"

Gu Wuming finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. This sentence was obviously just an excuse from Commander Song. They just watched him die without helping!

Gu Wuming remembered that before they left Sichuan, the people of Tianfu brought their families, provided them with food and drink, and looked forward to seeing them off.

If the Sichuan Army does not fight to the death, how can they be worthy of the people of Tianfu!

boom! !

When Commander Song heard Gu Wuming's retorting tone, he wanted to get angry, but unexpectedly Gu Wuming said resolutely, "The Sichuan Army will not betray the country!"

Commander Song was full of confidence. He graduated from Whampoa Military Academy and was full of passion and patriotism when he was young. During the Northern Expedition, he led the troops and fought for his ideals and justice.

However, as he stayed in official circles for longer and longer, his character became increasingly stable and even sophisticated, and his ideals and ambitions changed from serving the country and saving the nation to simply seeking promotion and wealth.

Gu Wuming's words were like a heavy punch, hitting him hard in the heart.

"Commander-in-Chief Gu! I swear to you on my military honor! In three days, my troops will definitely launch an attack behind the enemy's back! Please rest assured, Commander-in-Chief Gu!!"

Commander Song shouted excitedly.