The War of Resistance Against Japan: Special Operations Battalion Traverses Shanghai and Slaughters

After nightfall, Pian Tonghulang had no intention of ceasing hostilities. After everyone had dinner, he ordered them to continue their offensive.

The First Brigade's voluntary retreat towards Tiger Cave led the local warden to mistakenly believe that the First Brigade's defenses were beginning to collapse.

Therefore, Pian Tonghulang was impatient and ordered his men to continue to intensify the attack, determined to annihilate the First Brigade tonight.

Just as the Japanese Ninth Regiment was shouting and advancing in a dense, swarming mass,

Forty mortars fired in succession, their clattering sounds echoing through the air.

The first round of shelling, forty poison gas shells, whistling as they pierced the night sky, all landing on the three battalions of the Ninth Regiment that were besieging the First Brigade.

The Japanese soldiers initially thought it was a mortar shell and were so frightened that they all lay down on the spot.

But after the Japanese soldiers lay down, they found that the shells did not explode. Instead, they hissed and emitted wisps of yellow smoke after landing.

Immediately afterwards, the Japanese soldiers began to smell a strong odor of mustard and garlic. Then, many Japanese soldiers found that they could not open their eyes, and their skin became red and swollen with many blisters.

Before the Japanese could react, the second round... the third round... the shelling came one after another.

Forty mortars fired fifty rounds in five minutes, unleashing two thousand poison gas shells onto the Japanese positions.

At this moment, the Japanese troops' position was completely shrouded in yellow smoke. As they inhaled more and more mustard gas, the Japanese soldiers not only suffered more severe skin ulcers, but also began to lose consciousness.

Katsura quickly realized that they had been attacked with poison gas.

"Baka! How could the Chinese army have poison gas bombs? How is that possible?"

He hurriedly ordered the Japanese soldiers to immediately put on their Type 95 gas masks.

It was clear that the order from the physician was too late; mustard gas could not only enter the body through the respiratory tract and eyes, but also cause poisoning through skin contact.

Moreover, within five minutes, Long Fei's side fired two thousand poison gas shells, and the Japanese soldiers of the Ninth Regiment had already inhaled large amounts of poison gas.

Many of the unconscious Japanese soldiers had begun to die, while many more, struggling and writhing on the ground in extreme pain due to difficulty breathing, were writhing and writhing.

Long Fei saw through the low-light binoculars that the poisonous fog on the Japanese position was gradually being blown away before he gave the order to attack.

Ten Tiger tanks sprang out and drove quickly toward the Japanese.

The vast majority of the Japanese soldiers in the Ninth Regiment were severely poisoned, and at least a third of them had already died.

Although Pian Tonghulang was already wearing a gas mask, he was still showing obvious symptoms of poisoning. His eyes were bloodshot and he could barely open them. He was also experiencing severe pain in his throat and head.

But he still did his best, brandishing his sword and shouting loudly, ordering the Japanese soldiers to rise up and fight.

Of the more than 3,000 Japanese soldiers in the Ninth Regiment, only one or two hundred could still pick up a gun and fight. Moreover, these pitifully few Japanese soldiers were unable to aim because their eyes were red, swollen, and watery.

The Tiger tanks advanced from the left, center, and right, as if they were in an empty field.

The machine guns on the tanks fired bursts of fire at the Japanese soldiers on the ground, ensuring they were all dead.

The worst off were the Japanese soldiers who were run over by tanks.

Whether they had already become corpses or were still breathing their last breath, they were all crushed into a lump of minced meat by the conveyor belt.

The personnel following behind the tanks also took turns firing at the Japanese soldiers lying densely packed on the ground.

If you don't want to waste bullets, use a paratrooper knife or bayonet to finish off the enemy.

A dozen minutes later, the gunfire and the sound of tank engines all stopped, and the entire battlefield became deathly silent.

Pian Tonghu Lang brandished his sword in an attempt to resist, but was quickly subdued by his teammates.

If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing a colonel's uniform, he would have been riddled with bullets long ago.

The two team members carried Pian Tonghulang to Long Fei and then casually threw him on the ground.

Long Fei looked at Pian Tonghu Lang, who was sprawled face down in front of him, slowly squatted down, ripped off his gas mask, and asked coldly.

"State your name and unit number."

Pian Tonghulang strained his eyes to stare at Long Fei, then deliberately raised his head.

"I am Colonel Katado Goro, commander of the 9th Regiment of the 19th Brigade of the 16th Division."

Upon hearing this, Long Fei suddenly burst into laughter.

It's true that you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort to get it.

At this moment, Xu Peng had already found the officers and soldiers of the First Brigade who were holding the Tiger Cave, and led Brigade Commander Zhou Zhengqiang to Long Fei's side.

"Commander, the brothers of the First Brigade have been rescued. This is their Brigade Commander Zhou."

Zhou Zhengqiang hurriedly saluted Long Fei and thanked him.

"Thank you for the rescue by the Longyan troops. My First Brigade will never forget it."

"Brigade Commander Zhou, you're too kind. As long as it's a unit that's truly fighting the Japanese, my Longyan unit will absolutely risk our lives to save them."

Long Fei spoke with great force, and Zhou Zhengqiang couldn't help but nod in admiration.

"Commander Long is not only a great commander, but he also speaks with great arrogance. I really didn't expect that a Japanese regiment could be completely wiped out by you in less than half an hour. It's simply unbelievable."

Long Fei smiled calmly and pointed at Pian Tonghu Lang.

"Brigade Commander Zhou, this is Colonel Katado Goro, the commander of the 6th Regiment of the Japanese army. He is now yours. You can kill him to avenge the brothers of your 1st Brigade who died in battle. Of course, you can also use him to claim credit."

Zhou Zhengqiang was an upright man and immediately shook his head in refusal.

"Revenge is fine, but I don't want credit. This is a merit earned by your Dragon Flame Army."

Long Fei handed Zhou Zhengqiang a cigarette: "Then, Brigade Commander Zhou, avenge our brothers."

After saying that, Long Fei took a step back, lit a cigarette, and said no more.

Zhou Zhengqiang picked up a Japanese Type 38 rifle from the ground and pointed the bayonet at Pian Tonghulang.

"You little devils, you are too despicable and shameless! You actually impersonated my 87th Division, causing many of my brothers to die tragically without any warning. You deserve to die a thousand deaths..."

Unexpectedly, Pian Tonghulang mocked, "Hehehe, aren't you despicable and shameless? You're just as inhuman as us, actually using poison gas against us."

"What... a poison gas bomb?"

Zhou Zhengqiang immediately realized that the call from Long Fei, instructing his First Brigade to wear gas masks and retreat to Tiger Cave, was to use poison gas against the Japanese.

When Long Fei saw Zhou Zhengqiang turn to look at him, he nodded slightly without denying it.

"You little devils, yes, I did use poison gas on you, but where did you get those poison gas bombs from?"

"You stockpiled 10,000 poison gas bombs at the Tangshan Town supply depot. Didn't you intend to use them during the attack on Nanjing?"

"I'm just making you shoot yourselves in the foot. There's nothing despicable or shameless about it, and there's nothing inhuman about it. It's just that you bunch of scum only have animalistic instincts, not human ones."

"Brigade Commander Zhou, don't waste your breath on him, he can't understand human language."

Zhou Zhengqiang strongly agreed with Long Fei's point of view, so he did not hesitate to plunge his bayonet into Pian Tonghulang's chest.

"Ah...you...killing prisoners..."

Zhou Zhengqiang sneered: "Heh, prisoners? What prisoners? In my eyes, you all deserve to die."

After saying that, Zhou Zhengqiang pulled out his bayonet and stabbed it into Pian Tonghulang's stomach again.

"Damn it, you bunch of bastards used our Nationalist prisoners to practice bayonet fighting, today I'll let you taste that too."