Hu Yi, standing on the roof of the artillery tower, held up his telescope and looked at the Japanese busy on the road in the distance.

In the telescope view, the mortars that the Japanese fiddled with seemed to be different from the common mortars.

Based on past combat experience, the cannon body of this cannon is much higher than the top of the squatting Japanese.

Things seem to be wrong. If you really want to attack the sorghum, there is no need to use a heavy mortar of such a large caliber.

When fighting in the green tent, shelling is not very useful.

It should be the Japanese Type 94 90mm mortar, special caliber for the anti-toxic gas bomb!

Then there is only one possibility. The Japanese are preparing to repeat the same tricks used by the 23rd Regiment to fight the poison gas bomb.

Moreover, this group of Japanese may use tea bombs!

Xiaoying is in the sorghum land in the east, and most of the backbone of the Ninth Camp are in the east! Hu Yi’s scalp is numb and hesitates no longer: “Order, in the fastest way, notify everyone to retreat immediately! Withdraw from the ambush position north!”

immediately.

The sharp whistle and the sound of the gongs sounded violently. Then, three green flares representing retreat flew into the air.

With all his advantages, Hu Yi issued an order to retreat for all his employees.

Although Yang Crazy Man was puzzled, he did not hesitate at all. He held the grenade launcher and grenade backpack and screamed: "Girl...ret!"

It is important to be able to live on the battlefield for a long time and trust a leader who can trust.

Chief Hu used all three ways to notify retreat, indicating that there must be major changes in the battlefield situation.

Yang Crazy's combat experience may not be as rich as Hu Yi, but his sensitivity to the battlefield is not bad.

Xiao Hongying's trust in Hu Yi has long been deeply rooted in his heart.

Throw the sniper rifle to Zhang Xiaodao, followed Yang Fengzi to run hard to the depths of the sorghum in the east.

Luo Fugui waited for a long time but didn't wait for the attacking Japanese team, but suddenly saw a signal of retreat.

Without saying a word to Boss Hu's order, he raised a light machine gun and called his soldiers to run faster than the rabbit.

Time seems to pass quickly...in seconds.

Two dull sounds of the tone.

A burst of smoke from the gunpowders of two ninety-mm mortars.

The shooting down point was accurate, but it did not explode, followed by a thick brown smoke.

He had just been hit by a black gun from the sorghum and followed by a machine gun fired by the third Japanese military officer. He did not expect that his companions would fire at him.

He knew the meaning of the brown smoke very well, the most powerful mustard seed poison!

I heard that I died.

The sergeant was so scared that his face turned green. He did not dare to neglect and directly called out the birds and screamed strangely: "Put on the gas mask immediately and leave here!"

The well-trained Japanese men moved quickly and pulled their equipment from their backpacks. Fortunately, they were all ready for the gas masks when they came out this time.

The southeast wind blows in North China in summer, and the Japanese captain is not worried about the possibility that the smoke will blow back.

He just wanted these eighth routes to see the power of the Imperial Army. As for how many people would die, he had no clue now!

Two thick smoke was rising from the ground and pushed to the northwest by the southeast wind.

The brown gas slowly swallowed the small-range green gauze tent, and the smoke spread around the sorghum.

A smell of garlic and mustard spread rapidly in the sorghum ground.

The strange poison gas seems to come from hell...

Although the poisonous gas is powerful, its effect after it disperses in the wilderness is greatly reduced.

...

A thin figure, rowing the bow of the boat, sat two strong men in their thirties across the canal.

The strong man's face was full of confidence, with a torn hat, a torn jacket, a torn trouser, and a mullet gun on his back, and his eyes were placed in the reeds in the east of the Hedong.

After a while, the boat rowed into the reeds.

A face with a Chinese font popped out from the reeds, with a bad tone: "Have the message been sent?"

The thin man rubbed his hands proudly: "Old Liu and his wife are really brave. The Japanese have already had a fight with the Eighth Route Army. They should not be able to miss their sons!"

The Chinese character looked at the canal, allowing the two strong men to stay, and walked into the depths of the reeds with the thin boatman.

Until a straw tent appeared in the reeds, two men in black with guns hanging around their waists stood in the shadows that were not shining at the door of the straw tent, and looked at the two people coming.

The national face smiled at the man in black at the door: "Are the special commissioner here?"

The man in black curled his lips: "Ask aware of it!"

The people in the room heard the conversation outside, and a feminine voice came out: "Haha, I'm back very quickly."

The fact that the boatman entered the house. The boatman glanced at the environment inside the house. There was only one young man: "I came from Juanzi Village, my surname was Zhong."

"Oh, then I have to call you Brother Zhong." The young man looked at Brother Zhong with a gloomy gaze: "How is the matter done?"

Brother Zhong was not in a hurry to explain his purpose, but instead smiled: "That... the old boss said that when will a hundred rifles be delivered?"

The gloomy young commissioner squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying, lifted the thatch next to him, revealing a bunch of boxes, opened the top wooden box, and put three very new rifles in the box filled with straw to prevent transportation vibration.

Brother Zhong immediately widened his eyes and then added: "The leader of the Eighth Route Army who crossed the river died at the hands of the Japanese. Another group of Eighth Route Army seemed to be trying to ambush the Japanese..."

The young commissioner looked a little surprised: "Did you say the surname Zhao die?"

Brother Zhong nodded: "That's right!"

"Can you be sure that the main force of the Eighth Route Army in Hexi has left the plain and advanced westward?"

"It's true that there are only county brigades, district brigades, guerrilla detachments and mud-legged militias who don't even have a few shots left on the plain."

An excitement rose on the young commissioner's face: "Go back and tell Deputy Jun Cheng. Chief Cheng to find a way to kill the Wang surnamed as soon as possible."

"Haha, in terms of shamelessness, you can really be considered this!" Brother Zhong suddenly gave a thumbs up.

The young commissioner's face turned darker: "Don't get on his nose..."

Brother Zhong put away his thumb, then stretched out his index finger and shook it: "Don't swear at me, and I will fight against the destruction of the Qing Dynasty before and before. It is our uncle Cheng who has the final say in this area. You are a fool who has not grown hair. What a big-headed bird that is fart in front of me?"

The young commissioner suppressed his anger: "You have to figure it out, although we can't move the Japanese now, if we want to move and destroy you insulted thieves, I just need to move a finger."

Brother Zhong is not a good person: "Haha, if it weren't for the sake of this rifle, I'll kill you now!"

"Okay, I'm willing to give you a disadvantage when it comes to bragging. Hurry up and carry the rifle onto the ship." If it weren't for the explanation from the superior, the young commissioner would have wanted to shoot this bandit who was not very eyebrowed.

Brother Zhong turned to the door and blew three whistles.

A group of men in black emerged from the reeds around the hut.

The special commissioner looked at Brother Zhong, but hesitated and warned: "The Japanese cast fierce bacteria everywhere, you'd better be careful!"

Brother Zhong's face suddenly changed: "What did you say?"

Seeing this guy's expression change, the commissioner felt that he finally found a trace of face: "Haha, what is Hu Lie La? I believe you should have received the news from the Eighth Route Army..."

Brother Zhong was calm: "Haha, in front of Brother Jiang, the number one master in Tianjin, Xiong Erhuang played with these things, nothing was wrong!"
Chapter completed!