Chapter four hundred and sixty-ninth heroic martyrdom
Thick and sticky smoke spread low along the mountain ridge like a ghost. The brothers, whose faces were half mud and half blood, stumbled towards the top of the mountain as if they had seen a ghost.
Many brothers staggered and fell to the ground. A burst of yellow smoke enveloped them, as if they were possessed by ghosts and gods. They were rolling and twitching on the charred earth. Their skin was rapidly eroding, and gurgling black blood flowed from their eyes.
Seeing the brothers fighting side by side die miserably in front of them, the festering and painful appearance of their bodies made the fleeing brothers tremble in their hearts. They had never seen such a battle before.
They heard the erratic shouts from afar, and knew that these invisible murders were caused by poisonous gas released by the Japanese. They cursed in their hearts and wanted to escape in fear.
There were more and more shrill shouts behind them. Many brothers failed to run through the diffuse yellow smoke. Like drunken men, they fell staggered in the trench. In the pool of blood, their bodies were still tender.
The man has already given up his life.
The brothers have never been so embarrassed. They were able to bury themselves in the soil to hide even when faced with the enemy's carpet of artillery fire. They were never so frightened when faced with the bullets that whizzed like raindrops.
But these floating yellow smoke really frightened these tough men. They ran towards the smoke-free place as if they encountered ghosts, shouting at the top of their hoarse throats, and many of them had a cry in their voice.
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Although they had heard that friendly troops were systematically wiped out by the Japanese's smoking shells, when they were actually here, they felt terrible. They would die if they took one breath. It was worse than those whistling bullets.
Still scary.
Everyone always faces new things with awe and fear, but when these yellow smoke kill their brothers one by one, they are exhausted and feel lonely and helpless.
The brothers at the top of the mountain still had time to pour water to wet their clothes and trousers and prepare in panic, but the brothers at the front line could only run away, hoping to escape the smoke far away.
The Japanese gas bombs and incendiary bombs all fell, and several brothers who were panicking were forced to a dead end by the drifting smoke.
"You little devil! Grandpa, I will fight with you!" These unkempt brothers looked at the yellow smoke that was approaching, and roared in collapse, trying to break through the yellow smoke with their bayonets pointed out.
However, after they rushed in and ran more than ten steps, they all staggered and fell to the ground like wooden stakes. The surviving ones were screaming and crawling in pain, and soon the curses became fainter.
The murderous smoke is still flowing high and low on the mountains, like thick yellow water, and the brothers are running away.
More than three hundred Japanese soldiers wearing steel helmets and gas masks slowly pressed down from the mountain with blood-stained bayonets. They fearlessly got into the hell-like gunpowder smoke mixed with yellow poisonous gas smoke.
of mountains.
The mountain has turned into a mess. The brothers covered their mouths and noses with wet cloths and soaked clothes in panic. Amidst the thick smoke, violent coughs and desperate cries made the mountain look like Shura hell.
Those brothers who could not escape the poisonous gas have fallen to the ground in various postures, squirming and twitching and dying. Although they are brothers who live together day and night, no one dares to pull them out from the unknown depth of smoke at this moment.
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Fortunately, the area of Golden Dragon Territory is large enough, and the Japanese's poisonous gas bombs are not enough. Although they cover the first-line positions and diffuse in all directions, the second-line trenches and hilltops do not have poisonous gas yet. Even if they are blown over by the mountain wind, they have become lighter.
, far less intense than the frontline trenches.
Yang Ling and the others evacuated all their brothers to the top of the mountain where the smoke was lighter. Because the terrain was higher, the yellow smoke that filled the air quickly dissipated under the mountain wind, which made Yang Ling and the others breathe a sigh of relief.
They knew that they had saved their lives, but there were still dozens of brothers who were blocked from the poisonous gas and the mountains. Facing hundreds of Japanese who were attacking, they were in a desperate situation.
If you want to retreat to the mountain, you have to pass through the permeated poisonous gas area. If you don't retreat, you will face hundreds of Japanese soldiers armed to the teeth alone. The consequences can be imagined.
"Brothers! I, Liang Xingguo, have been serving as a soldier for ten years! I have also fought more than ten battles with the Japanese. I have never lived in vain in my life. When the time comes, I can still kill the Japanese with my brothers. I, Liang Xingguo, am here.
Thank you brothers!"
Liang Xingguo, commander of the third company of the second battalion, saw that there was no hope of survival. He picked up a large blade stained with minced meat and stood up.
"Brothers! We have no way to survive today! Who wants to go with me to earn a few more prisoners! Let's crush them and drink them on the road to Huangquan!" Liang Xingguo raised his big knife and roared arrogantly.
"Kill the Japs!" Dozens of brothers covered in dirt and blood also roared, surprising the little Japs who rushed towards them.
"Shoot!" A cold and stern voice came from under an ugly gas mask.
The Japanese soldiers who were rushing forward rushed towards this side one after another while shooting. The whizzing bullets made the chests of several brothers splash with blood.
"Team leader! Remember to avenge your brothers!" Liang Xingguo turned his head and shouted towards the mountain, then turned around without hesitation and launched a countercharge towards the Japanese.
"Charge!" Dozens of brothers began to charge against hundreds of little Japs. Bullets continued to penetrate their chests, and they rolled and fell in the blood mist.
Soon the remaining ten or so brothers met the Japs with swordsmen. In just a moment, five or six of them were stabbed to death by the Japs, and the surviving ones also plunged their bayonets into the Japs' chests.
Liang Xingguo's sword swung away two piercing blades, and the thick and sharp sword slashed across them with a fan. The heads of the two Japs fell to the ground like rubber balls spurting blood.
Another young Japanese soldier rushed over from the flank and stabbed Liang Xingguo's thigh with a bayonet. Immediately, a flood of blood was poured out. Company Commander Liang Xingguo endured the severe pain and slashed into the Japanese soldier's stomach, opening a large gash.
The little Japanese clutched his stomach and rolled to the ground screaming. Company Commander Liang Xingguo staggered and propped himself up with a knife to keep him from falling. The next moment, five bayonets had penetrated his body from different directions.
"Yeah!" The little devils roared ferociously under their ugly gas masks, pulled out their bloody bayonets, and the tall body of Company Commander Liang Xingguo fell to the ground.
And the dozens of brothers who followed him had all died for the country, and the Japanese were stabbing their bodies one after another, turning them into bloody holes.
"Ah! What a bastard you are!" The brothers on the mountaintop looked at the heroic sacrifice of these brothers, and their eyes suddenly turned red. They grabbed bayonets and were about to rush down the mountain to fight for their lives, but Yang Ling and the others stopped them in time.
"Wang Beard! Prepare the grenade!"
"Shunzi! Set up all the light and heavy machine guns for me!"