It's too late.
While the security regiment soldiers were running desperately towards Songjiang City, Komura Xiongyi could not wait to order the release of poison gas bombs.
The grenade fired from the grenade was bounced off the hard body of the stone tower again, and then exploded in the void. Only this time, there was no deafening bang, nor was there the slight tremor caused by the impact of the air waves on the bluestone tower.
After the dull 'Bang! Bang' sound, clouds of blue-yellow smoke slowly dispersed on the highest floors of the pagoda and in the void. Smoke inevitably entered the holes around the pagoda.
"Heavy rain, keep going down. Remember, hold your breath. Don't breathe if you can't help it." The crow lying on the ground at the top of the tower watched the light green smoke slowly flowing around him, and lowered his head towards the bottom of the tower.
Roaring in a deep voice.
His face was already miserable.
He had tried to slow down his breathing as much as possible, but the air was already filled with poisonous gas. Just taking a gentle breath made his throat feel burning.
The Japanese, on the other hand, hated the crows who had killed more than a dozen Japs. Two grenade teams hid behind the brick walls of the ruins and actually fired seven or eight grenades with grenades in one go.
The gas bombs that kept exploding released a creepy light green and pungent smell. Not to mention the crow inside, even Zhao Daqiang, who was dozens of meters away, couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose with his clothes.
The poisonous gas around the top of the tower was so dense that even the smoke and rain from the south of the Yangtze River could not be diluted. It kept drilling in along the holes. In just one minute, not only did the crow's throat and lungs seem to have had fire sticks stuffed into them, but also the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
My exposed fingers felt burning pain.
It's over, Crow knows, unless the Jade Emperor descends to earth and delivers him the elixir, he is already dead.
In a few minutes, he would tell Lieutenant Colonel Tang Dao that the poisonous gas would cause edema in the human trachea and internal organs, and eventually the person would be unable to breathe and suffocate to death.
That kind of pain is not something ordinary people can bear.
He is not afraid of death.
Crow is actually very grateful to the Clay Bodhisattvas in Xilin Temple. Because of their protection, he killed at least a dozen Japanese invaders. Plus the few he killed earlier, it was basically worthy of him kneeling against him in that dark night.
An oath sworn by heaven.
If he can kill so many Japs, he will stop scolding God in the future. Otherwise, he will keep scolding him, even when he gets to King Yama.
God and Buddha may have been afraid and helped.
He has accomplished his goal, and she, who has not yet been engaged, should feel more at ease on the road! What's more, he is going to accompany her soon.
It’s just that it doesn’t matter if he dies, he still has a little bald head underneath! He still has to live, he has a group of younger brothers and sisters to support, and they have to help him tell the Songjiang people who return home that he, the crow, was once the three pests of Songjiang, but he has
On the battlefield, he is not. He once defended his hometown with his life.
Traditional Chinese, who doesn’t want to leave a good reputation?
"Heavy rain, please listen carefully. No matter what happens, don't make a single sound. When will the Japanese leave, will they come down?"
I have to live a good life and live like an old man without teeth. Remember to burn some paper for Uncle Crow during the New Year and holidays, and my aunt who has never been married. She likes to eat mochi stuffed with mung bean paste. I have seen her love it since she was a child.
Don’t forget to eat this.
You also saw the small package I threw in the corner of the third floor of the pagoda earlier. There were four large yellow croakers in it. That was the money I saved to marry your aunt. I don’t need it anymore, so it’s cheaper. Use this
Use the money to take good care of Danon's younger brothers and sisters, and tell them that when they grow up, return to Songjiang. This is a good place with many rich people!" Crow lowered his eyelids and growled softly at the bottom.
Now, he no longer cares whether the poisonous gas enters his respiratory tract, and his face that once twitched slightly due to pain has calmed down.
"Uncle Crow, what are you going to do? If you say that, I'm scared!" the little bald man replied tremblingly with a strong cry.
Although he didn't know what Crow was going to do, the young man knew that his uncle, who was "wise, mighty, and accurate with marksmanship," was telling him about his funeral.
The young man didn't want to die, nor did he want this man who was already so tall in his heart to die.
Rather than killing the Japanese, the little boy hoped that both of them would live.
It's just that that's the boy's wishful thinking.
Only those who have experienced it will know that this war is not just a national war, it is the destruction of one party's regime by the other, and it is as simple as changing the ruler.
This is a clan war, where one clan is destroyed and another clan is destroyed, and there is no other outcome.
Just like the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty hundreds of years ago, after almost completely destroying the inheritance of the Yellow River Civilization, if they had not themselves corrupted and degenerated at a dizzying speed, perhaps the Yellow River Civilization, which had been galloping for thousands of years in the long river of time, would have been destroyed.
It has completely disappeared in the long river of history, just like many annihilated grassland civilizations.
The 'short-legged' clan, which has a more stable social structure and is good at learning, will hardly make that mistake. Once they succeed, there will no longer be a place for them to establish themselves in this rich land where the Chinese clan has lived for tens of thousands of years.
Wanting to live will not be based on personal will.
"Uncle Crow! Woohoo! I don't want you to die." The little bald man couldn't help sobbing.
"Little Red Man, I'm not dead yet, why are you crying!" Crow roared angrily at the crying boy. When he heard the crying voice downstairs getting lower, the boy could only try his best to suppress his sobs, but he couldn't bear it in his heart and whispered softly.
Said: "I have inhaled the poisonous gas and will not live long, but you must live well for me, otherwise, I may die and still have to bear the name of Songjiang Sanhae. Do you hear me?"
"Uncle Crow, I beg you not to die..." The young man was already in tears.
He had never heard of Songjiang's three evils. He only knew that Uncle Crow was a good man and would rather die than save him.
This time, Crow ignored the young man who had already descended to the sixth floor. Instead, he unscrewed the back covers of the last four grenades, inserted them all into the waistband behind him, and then covered them up with his large military uniform.
The terrible poisonous gas had so stimulated him that he almost dared not open his eyes. Resisting the pain in his chest, Crow carried a machine gun and a rifle on his back, feeling his way down the wooden stairs in the pagoda.
After going down to the fifth floor, the pagoda gradually became spacious and finally there was a small wooden door. From there, one could go out to the outside of the pagoda in order to repair and repair the cornices with the copper bells hanging on them.
Crow kicked open the wooden door, leaned his whole body out, and then waved desperately outside.
"Yo Xi, the Chinese can't stand it anymore and want to surrender!" Xiong Yi, a villager dozens of meters away, couldn't help but be overjoyed.
A living Chinese, even if he has inhaled a lot of poisonous gas, will die in a few hours, but as long as he can breathe before being sent to the wing headquarters, he must be more useful than a corpse.
What's more, he is surrendering his troops. The captain and detachment captain may be able to use this to undermine the morale of the Chinese in the city.
Sure enough, there is no tough guy under the poisonous atmosphere.
While Komura Kuma smiled broadly, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart. Because of the special type of bullet he held, what kind of pain was it that made this man with a will as strong as steel weaken?
"Order, no one is allowed to attack him anymore." Komura Xiongyi ordered, while waving to the translator who was hiding tightly behind him: "Zhu Jun, go tell him that you can surrender if you want, but you must
Show sincerity first and throw down all his weapons."
Accompanied by two Japanese infantrymen, the translator carefully walked 30 meters away with a gas mask on, then took off the gas mask and hid behind a low wall, shouting at the top of his lungs, asking the crow to drop his weapon, and then quickly put down the weapon.
He put on his gas mask, fearing that he might be contaminated by the terrible poisonous gas.
Crow was a bachelor, so he dropped the rifles and machine guns he brought down from the top of the tower, including the shell gun in his waist and the bullet belt he was carrying, all down the pagoda one by one, leaving them as precious as life to a soldier.
The gun smashed into parts on the hard ground.
What the Japanese want is not the seizure of weapons, but the complete loss of their ability to fight back.
In order to show that he no longer had any weapons, the crow even turned half a circle on the pagoda, exposing his back to the Japanese. Four grenades were inserted side by side in his belt and hidden under the rather large security uniform.
, from a distance, there is almost nothing unusual about it.
When the gun and the mostly empty bullet belt were thrown away, Komura Xiongichi, who was walking towards this side, was already convinced.
Of course, he did not look down upon the Chinese troops who were still at an altitude of nearly 20 meters. Only those who have witnessed the tremendous pain caused by mustard gas bombs will know that that kind of pain is not something that living things can resist.
of.
On that once captured position, the Chinese who died of suffocation suffered so much pain that even the hard ground had deep finger marks.
Zhao Daqiang, who moved his position and huddled in the ruins of a half-burned and collapsed house, also witnessed all this.
The moment he saw that security guard drop all his guns from the sky amidst the shouts of that bastard translator who had forgotten his ancestors.
The tough-tempered guard squad leader almost lost his breath and was so angry that he died.
This chapter has been completed!