Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Two minutes after the gas bomb was fired, Yamashiro Hisanobu and his adjutant took their time and came to a commanding height in Niangziguan Station.

The old devil confidently observed the battlefield with the telescope in his hand. Although the Eighth Route Army's position was shrouded in poisonous gas, he could not see the specific situation inside.

But just the sparse gunshots from the opposite side can make this little boy's mind wander to what happened inside. He seemed to see the enemy struggling in the poison gas, and then showed a sick smile.

This kind of self-confidence was cultivated in repeated battles with the troops of the Republic of China. He was very satisfied with the results of his subordinates. This familiar battle rhythm made him want to shout, "I have the advantage!"

Suddenly, he saw a small group of soldiers covering their mouths and noses with strips of cloth and running frantically toward the rear. This made Yamashiro Hisanobu's face add a bit of madness. He really enjoyed the way the enemy struggled to survive in his own poisonous gas.

Just as he was admiring his masterpiece, Hiramatsu Ikuji came to him. He was like an ostrich and did not dare to raise his head, as if he was afraid of getting into trouble.

But he was a little worried, and the old devil Yamashiro Hisanobu slapped him on the left shoulder. Then he handed him the telescope in his hand, pointed in a certain direction in the distance and said:

"Look, the Eighth Route Army is still as vulnerable as before! The saddest thing is that even the will to fight has weakened a lot. There are actually deserters on their positions. These beggars used to refuse to give up an inch of ground."

"It's such a pity that we won't see many struggling faces this time. It's really disappointing."

"Hiramatsu-kun, tell your men to change their clothes quickly. There are at least a thousand people in the Eighth Route Army left on the battlefield. Don't let it go unused if you are given a chance. Don't blame me for taking your credit when the time comes."

Although Hiramatsu Ikuji was very resistant to this kind of hell-like scene on earth, and the morbid look of Yamashiro Hisanobu sent shivers down his spine.

But after all, the other party is the one who solved the current crisis. For the sake of his own career, Hiramatsu Ikuji can only bite the bullet and support him.

"Thanks to the support of Mr. Lieutenant Colonel this time, the enemy on the opposite side must be almost dead. Even if they are still barely alive, they must have lost their combat effectiveness and mobility."

"I'm going to urge my men to leave as soon as possible. Maybe the situation in Niangzi Pass is not that bad. If the Eighth Route Army hasn't arrived yet and caused damage, we can make another contribution!"

"When the time comes, I hope you can say a few words of kindness to me, and my career for the rest of my life will depend on you."

Seeing that the other party was so good at flattery, Yamashiro Hisanobu nodded with satisfaction. The old devil stretched out his hand forward, as if the enemy's defense line was torn apart by him in one fell swoop.

At the same time, Hiramatsu Ikuji drew out his command sword and said to the Japanese in his squadron at the station:

"Give me the order to attack in ten minutes! Take advantage of the enemy when they are at their weakest and capture them in one fell swoop!"

Although there is an almost instinctive fear of poison gas bombs, no one doubts the power of this chemical weapon. After all, this method has been tried and tested since the outbreak of the war.

In Hiramatsu Yuji's understanding, even the main regiment of the Eighth Route Army did not have any decent protective equipment. Otherwise, their division commander would not have been injured by poisonous gas in the battle with his younger brother's country some time ago.

The devils at the grassroots level have been eagerly waiting for this opportunity to reap the rewards of victory. Following the orders from the two officers, they immediately launched an attack.

In order to end the battle in one go, Xiaori dispatched more than half of his troops.

A small number of them were responsible for guarding the edges of the battlefield. After all, some of the Eighth Route Army had escaped from the poison gas range, and no one wanted to miss the mark before victory.

The other part is to go to the combat zone to catch up. In the eyes of the Japs, the enemies in that area are already lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They just need to rush forward and use the weapons in their hands to grant them relief.

Because of this idea, the formation of the young soldiers who went out was extremely chaotic, and they even forgot the requirements in the infantry drill. Some even walked towards the position neatly like primary school students doing exercises.

As for the skirmish line? This thing has been forgotten by them for a long time. They feel that with such a huge advantage now, even if they use pigs, they can end the battle.

Soon, the Japs crossed the original fighting zone. This location was only forty or fifty meters away from the Eighth Route Army's position, and the young men started searching with their bayonets drawn.

However, they couldn't see any moving figures. All the enemies were lying or lying on the ground, as if everything had been deprived of life by poisonous gas.

But at this moment, a red signal flare suddenly rose into the sky, and the Eighth Route Army, which was already dead in their eyes, suddenly started to move.

At this distance, the Japs could clearly see that the other party's face was wearing a gas mask, and it even looked more advanced than their own.

As the signal flares were launched into the sky, roars of anger erupted on the originally quiet battlefield, and bullets followed these sounds one after another.

"Comrades! The time to fight back has come! Beat me hard! No one will be spared!"

"Da da da!"

The firing sounds of various firearms resounded from the position.

The several machine gun positions built on the side of the battlefield opened fire at the same time. The dense bullets formed a fire net and swept towards the little devil like a metal storm.

The distance is only thirty or forty meters, and even if new recruits come in, they still can't hit it. The soldiers gave full play to the advantages of the MAS-36 in their hands, and each of them achieved a semi-automatic rate of fire.

In the first ten seconds of the battle, the little devils fell down in batches. It was a luxury to leave a whole corpse under this kind of firepower.

These enemies paid a heavy price for their empiricism.

As a squadron leader who has been on the front line all year round, Hiramatsu Ikuji did not panic like the grassroots soldiers when he discovered that he was ambushed by the Eighth Route Army.

The old devil knew that if he lost his mind now, he would definitely die, so he drew out his command knife and tried to organize nearby combat groups to launch an attack.

The distance between the two sides is only more than thirty meters. To retreat now is to expose your back to the enemy. That behavior is no different from committing suicide.

Instead of dying meaninglessly like a wild dog, it is better to charge forward in one go and build a future for yourself.

But the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army would not give him this chance. Just when Hirasong Yuer was gathering his troops, hundreds of grenades suddenly flew over in front of him with green smoke.

All offensive grenades currently used by the military are imitations of Santoku's M24, but Huanghe has long since adjusted this weapon to make it more in line with the throwing power of the Chinese.

According to Li Yunlong, even a woman can throw it over this distance.

Moreover, the production technology of the Military Industrial Zone of the Logistics Department is no longer the original two-handed knife. The situation where each grenade's delay fuse was different has long been eliminated, and now soldiers can have a unified delay of three seconds.

This is done to prevent the enemy from picking up the grenade and throwing it back. A series of explosions sounded in the queue of Japanese soldiers, mixed with the sound of animals being slaughtered.

It seems that because the movement on Hiramatsu Ikuji's side is relatively loud, the grenades thrown at him are the most dense.

In the forward command post, although the situation in the combat zone was a bit chaotic, and the visibility was poor because of the night. But the two captains were able to tell which side had the upper hand just by the sound of firearms and grenades.

After all, it was all the sound of his own weapons, and he felt completely safe. There was no need to think about who was being beaten and who was attacking.

Listening to the explosion and the screams of the Japanese, Kong Jie put the big blade on the ground with regret. Not being able to participate in this kind of battle was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

"It seems that the new tactics of the headquarters are very successful. The deputy general staff is right. We not only want to kill people, but also kill people's hearts."

Captain Chen nodded in agreement. This batch of new equipment from the Logistics Department is really crucial. It has only been a few hours since the attack began, and the help provided by the support equipment to the soldiers has been fully demonstrated.

"Hey, the little devils never dreamed that we would be rich a long time ago. In the future, the situation between us and the enemy will inevitably reverse. Sooner or later, we can run away with our little lives."

In fact, the tactics the two men mentioned before did not have any special details. They simply used the information gap to catch the Japanese off guard.

After all, in the enemy's inherent impression, the Eighth Route Army's gas masks had long been used up in the past three years of continuous battles.

Moreover, since the winter offensive of Preserved Fruit ended, the Japanese Army has been trying to reduce expenditures. Not only were some of the divisions in the Republic of China transferred away, but the ammunition reserves of the soldiers were also reduced. They were no longer as wealthy as they were in 1937.

Poison gas bombs have been used in this attack, so the enemy will definitely save some bullets, which will provide the Eighth Route Army with an opportunity to ambush.

The current defeat of the Japanese has been decided. Without fortifications and lack of organization, the war zone has almost become a one-sided massacre.

Although the battle is not over yet, the final outcome has already been decided. After all, even if there are hundreds of pigs, it will take some time for the soldiers to catch them.

This is called, someone dies at the beginning of the laning period, and they have to wait until thirty minutes to bury him.

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