Darkness, invisible darkness and endless fog. Shuo Yu couldn't tell who was the enemy and who was his friend. Everyone wore a gas mask on their heads and they all looked the same, so he didn't dare to attack. He just rushed forward with the leader, and then retreated when he said to retreat.
"Retreat! Retreat! Give them a piece of shit! Retreat now!"
It seemed that all Shuo Yu could do at this moment was to try to collect as many gas masks as possible, and then give them to every familiar face he could still recognize.
Like a small leaf drowning in the river, with no one to rely on, the veterinarian was shouting in the middle of the battle that no one was taking care of his wounded! So he finally found a capable fellow who went up and grabbed a guy who couldn't stand up or walk, shouting,
"Those with minor injuries can go on their own! Those with serious injuries, find someone you know to lean on!"
Fanla and Sila went to reinforce the defense, and Shuoyu only wanted to pull more wounded people and get behind the defense line they had not yet formed. This made him covered with guys he didn't recognize, and he walked like a huge monster made up of many bodies.
He identified the direction, looking for a place that had not been affected by the artillery fire, and walked with difficulty. He was also the only guy without a mask on his face. The idiot on his back even wanted to take off his mask and put it on him.
He couldn't tell what the darkness before his eyes was made of, the black smoke of the shells, the fog of poison gas, or the disappearance of the sun.
Milong was still reliable at this time. He pulled his deputy shooter Doubing and retreated together, and by the way, eliminated all those who stood in front of him. Doubing was anxious to put a gas mask on him, but he pushed him away and continued to pound the unconscious enemy with the butt of his gun like pounding garlic.
Shuoyu was very fast. After he finished pulling this batch, he went back to pull the others who couldn't move and continued his repetitive work.
The sounds of coughing and retching continued to haunt Shuoyu's ears until he moved all the visible wounded to a quiet place, asked the veterinarian to take care of them, and then went to find the captain and the others.
When Shuo Yu arrived, the regiment commander and his men were being blocked in the woods. They were shouting softly, trying to recapture their position. Li Ula stood beside him with a submachine gun in his hand, waiting for his commander's order.
Shuoyu quietly walked to Fanla's side and gave him a few bullets to replenish his remaining ammunition.
Then he was put on a gas mask that he didn't know where he got from.
"Hey, it's okay, I don't need it, really!" Shuo Yu struggled. It didn't matter if he didn't wear it, really.
"Why are you still talking nonsense at this time? Put it on!" Meng Fanle had seen the power of poison gas before, so no matter what Shuo Yu said, he insisted on putting it on him.
In a semi-forced posture, Shuo Yu was forced to wear a very ugly gas mask on his face. There was an indescribable smell inside, which made him more uncomfortable than the poison gas.
"Bite them to death and take back our territory--!"
Shuo Yu could no longer care about anything else and had to rush out, weaving through the fog where he couldn't distinguish friend from foe. To avoid accidental injuries, he just tried his best to dodge all attacks.
The shouting, piercing, and banging sounds seemed to surround him.
It was not until the sound of the enemy's heavy weapons rang out that he finally found his target, his familiar old friend, the Type 92 heavy machine gun.
He immediately removed the gas mask that was in the way on his face. After seeing the target location clearly, he moved at a speed that no ordinary person could achieve. Before the blink of an eye, the Japanese soldiers had not even used up their magazine of bullets, and Shuo Yu was already face to face with them. He even smiled and greeted them.
"Hello~!"
Because of his cheating translator function, the other party thought it was one of his own? Thus, he missed the best time to escape. The Changfeng Sword appeared in Shuoyu's hand. In the time it took to yawn, everyone in the 92 machine nest became a headless corpse.
Shuo Yu looked at the things in front of him. The machine gun exploded. They had one, which was enough. They took all the bullets. The bearded man would definitely be very happy.
Shuo Yu was running on the battlefield carrying two boxes of bullets when he suddenly saw Meng Fanle standing there stupidly. He went over and found that their commander had been tripped by a dead man and fell into a pit. When would this guy change his habit of walking without looking at the road?
He freed one hand and wanted to pull up their leader, but he saw the dead man under him suddenly came back to life and pointed the pistol in his hand at their leader's forehead.
Meng Fanle glared and immediately raised his gun, his eyes flashing, Shuoyu's hand was already aimed at the muzzle of the Japanese soldier's gun, he thought that as long as the other party dared to shoot, he would make the other party's bullet unable to fire, and feed him that damn peanut.
Maybe there really is such a thing as shit luck in the world. The opponent's bullet jammed, and Shuoyu quickly stretched out his hand to grab the opponent's neck. With just one force, the opponent could no longer breathe. Their leader had already reacted and was slashing at the opponent's head the next moment, like a ferocious wild leopard. However, when he looked up, he was still the leader Shuoyu was familiar with.
"He's dead, Captain."
Shuo Yu stretched out his other hand to pull him out of the crater, but their leader seemed not to see his hand. He took a big step forward and covered his head. The Death Star on the other side came over and asked, "Are you okay?"
Long Wenjian shook his head and just covered his head.
"This is my first time encountering poison gas. Luckily you reminded me early!"
"Fortunately it's not mustard, it's just tearjerker." Fanla started to be sarcastic again, even though he was worried about the leader as much as anyone else just now. But when their leader was no longer in danger, he was the one who spoke the harshest words, always saying one thing and meaning another.
"That's amazing. I'll remember it next time. Thank you very much." Long Wenjian's thanks were sincere, so sincere that Fanla shut his mouth in dismay and went forward to check on the unlucky guy whose bullet had jammed.
Long Wenjian had never fought in a big war. He had not even fought as many battles as Meng Fanle, so this was his first time seeing poison gas bombs. In the middle of the war, the Japanese realized that they were outnumbered, so in order to create weapons with a larger scale of destruction, they began to research poison gas.
Just a few small poison gas bombs could kill hundreds of people. They even developed special coordinated tactics to make up for their disadvantage of insufficient manpower.
Fanla was surprised to find that the guy who was killed by Silasila just now was actually a lieutenant colonel. When Long Wenjian heard the news, he also came over. Banxianer handed the jammed Nanbu pistol to him.
"The fake one really killed the real one."
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