In the Sihang Warehouse, yellow-green poisonous gas was floating everywhere.
In the face of the Japanese attack, the Sihang Warehouse, which had long been accustomed to turning off the lights, was filled with soldiers lying underground and wearing gas masks.
"It's so boring, it's so boring..."
There were soldiers shouting, and the fear of almost suffocation tortured everyone. The oxygen they breathed in was far from enough to consume, like a noose that was not tight.
However, the artillery shells that spewed yellow-green poisonous gas were still fired from a distance by Japanese artillery.
"Don't shout, don't move...relax, relax your body...it will make you feel more stuffy..."
Even though he was a military policeman, when he actually used a gas mask for the first time, his heart was still full of fear. Cao Zijin walked among the soldiers and shouted as loud as possible.
This was not his consciousness, but the request of the German officers during the anti-gas training.
After shouting only a few times, Cao Zijin shut up. His chest rose and fell violently. He reached out and touched his neck. He really wanted to open his mouth with his hands and take a few breaths of air.
Unfortunately, gas masks during World War II generally had the disadvantage of insufficient air supply.
Compared to those upstairs, most of the people downstairs were new people who were using gas masks for the first time. Some people kept making muffled shouts. Some even opened the gas masks and coughed loudly after just taking a breath.
Then the military doctor, who was also wearing a gas mask, crawled out from nowhere, put the gas mask on the man's face again, and then dragged him towards the infirmary, who was coughing uncontrollably.
Fortunately, Chief Zhang caught the British guy last night, otherwise...
Last night, it should not be said that early this morning, they not only received additional civilian 24 heavy machine guns and bullets from the British, but even all the wounded from yesterday were sent across the bridge.
"Supervise each other and don't open the gas masks."
Compared with the military police, the old men have iron-clad discipline. Therefore, except for the dozen or so who were caught off guard and injured at first, the remaining ones can still grit their teeth and persevere.
Looking up at the almost sealed walls, Lu Feizhang muttered in his heart:
If you can't even see the Japanese attack, how can you fight?
"The Japs are three hundred meters away and are setting up a fire base."
Someone was yelling from the top of the building, and it was clear that the person yelling was not wearing a gas mask.
This made Lu Feizhang raise his head and look at the increasingly brighter sky through the hole in the roof, praying in his heart that a strong wind would come soon and blow away these damn poisonous gases.
In the windowless office, Xie Jinyuan did not need to wear a gas mask. His men had already blocked the cracks in the door with wet towels. At this moment, he was living like a year, and from time to time he raised his wrist to look at his watch.
6:13
"Have the Japanese gas bombs stopped yet?"
Most of the officers in the office were from the First Battalion Headquarters. Someone rushed to the door of the office and shouted questions outside.
"No, the gas mask is getting tighter and tighter. Sir, we need to think of a solution quickly."
"Sir, no, let's fire at them. They dare to be so arrogant from seven to eight hundred meters away."
"Group seating"
The officer at the door looked at Xie Jinyuan anxiously.
Should we fire back?
Sitting on the chair behind the desk in the office, Xie Jinyuan stared at the dial while thinking rapidly in his heart.
What would he do if it was that guy?
Unknowingly, I thought of Zhang Sixing. It seemed that that guy was always very decisive in doing things, and even arranged everything in an orderly manner.
So should we fire now?
If the tanks on the first floor are added to the current Sihang Warehouse, there will be as many as six guns, not only four 92-type rifle cannons but also two 37mm anti-tank guns, which are placed on the upper three floors.
But Xie Jinyuan still couldn't make up his mind to fire.
He was not sure how long he would have to hold on. Although there were still plenty of bullets and shells after replenishing bullets and shells last night and ammunition collected from enemy corpses, how long would he have to hold on?
The Japanese Marine Corps obviously suffered the loss of underestimating the enemy in yesterday's attack, so today... today will probably be five days of bloodshed. Even though nearly 500 reinforcements were received last night, if there is a real fight...
You must know that on the Songhu battlefield, tens of thousands of your troops were wiped out in just a few days.
I think even if that guy were here, he would do the same thing as me, conserving ammunition and conserving combat power until the decisive battle comes.
After pondering, he waved his hand gently and gritted his teeth to prevent the artillery from counterattacking.
The officer wanted to say something else, but Yang Ruifu glared at him, and he had no choice but to shut his mouth unwillingly.
But everyone's heart is like frying, and they don't know when this yellow-green morning will end.
Xie Jinyuan looked at the dial and listened to the sound of gunfire outside, with only one thought in his mind:
How is that guy doing now?
"I thought you ran away, wondering when you would get the time..."
While pulling the bolt of the gun, Zhang Sixing muttered.
Tetsujiro Yamaoka, who was following him, was holding a family heirloom sword and driving Robin and Will away.
"Hurry up, or I'll chop off both of your heads if you're too slow."
Robin and Will, whose wrists were tied by a rope, were crying, not to mention the regret of escaping. This was especially true when a murderous Japanese was dragging the end of the rope and hitting them with the back of a knife from time to time.
The two of them were crying, neither of them dared to say a word.
Zhang Sixing, who was bending to take action, whispered:
"Pass this down, don't make a sound. If the Japanese find us hiding here, they will blow us up with poison gas bombs."
Hundreds of people wearing tattered military uniforms huddled in a rubble. No one dared to move. Their bodies quickly squeezed into the rubble, trying to blend in with them.
After all, the Sihang Warehouse building is now spewing yellow-green poisonous smoke, and everyone knows that place cannot be accessed.
But now, except for that place, everything nearby is full of Japanese soldiers.
Most of the people in the prisoner camp followed Zhang Sixing and fled to the ruins about 100 meters east of the Sixing Building. But they did not dare to get closer. First, they were worried about the helmet mine, and secondly, they were worried about the poisonous gas.
No one bothered to ask who Zhang Sixing was or what he did. Not only did he have a Japanese as his subordinate, but he also had two British people in custody.
But no one is as calm as this guy. Not only does he know exactly what to do, but he also seems to not encounter any surprises at all.
As for the other people who ran away, these people either had no direction or they had other ideas. They were the ones currently fighting the Japanese army.
"Pass it down, don't make a sound..."
Zhang Sixing's order was passed around by the soldiers around him. They all knew that they were not out of danger yet. In this crisis-ridden morning, no one said a word.
"Sir, how could I escape? A warrior's promise..."
"So, what do you think of those guys over there who gave us a yellow-green morning?"
Tetsujiro Yamaoka really wanted to say something for the Imperial Japanese Army, but from the perspective of Bushido, he had no choice but to say the following:
"Theirs, the samurai's, are all incompetent villains."