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Chapter 99 This belly is cut!

Seeing the poisonous gas spreading on the hillside from the telescope, there was no movement on the eight roads, Kuroshima Morita sneered again and again.

The fact that the exposed heavy machine gun is still there means that the Eighth Road is still there. With the poverty of the Eighth Road, he will never give up such a good heavy machine gun when he escapes.

Under such a thick poisonous gas, Balu's so-called wet towels and garlic would have no effect at all.

Wait another 2 minutes at most, and all the eight roads will be poisoned, and then the cavalry can be sent up to collect corn.

Kuroshima Morita reckoned that the Eight Route Army had used so many machine guns and machine gun ammunition, so they might have taken out most of the main force of the Eight Route Route 129th Division, right?

In this battle, the machine gunners and machine guns of the 129th Division, the main force of the Eighth Route Army, were all in one pot. What else would the Eighth Route Army in the Taihang bandit area use to fight the imperial army?
It seems that there is no need for a seppuku. Not only is there no need for a seppuku, but General Yoshio Shinozuka has to buy me a drink himself.

Kuroshima Morita breathed a sigh of relief, with a smug expression on his face: "Order the Guards and the Second Cavalry Squadron to prepare for the attack!"

After the devil cavalry took their orders, they went to the cavalry artillery squadron to get gas masks.

Gas masks are also very precious to the devils. They are carried by the cavalry artillery squadron, and the entire Black Island United has only more than 200 gas masks.

In addition to the more than 150 cavalrymen of the Second Cavalry Squadron, the Black Island's personal guard sent out another 50 people, and these 200 people quickly formed an attacking force.

Although people can wear gas masks to prevent poisonous gas from being inhaled into their lungs, they can't put gas masks on military horses, which will also be attacked after inhaling poisonous gas, so this time the little devils can only attack on foot.

The little devils were very excited when they thought that wearing a gas mask was only used to harvest the heads of eight people.

Kuroshima Morita drew out his samurai sword with a bang, and pointed at the eight-way machine gun position in front of him: "Attack!"

Wearing gas masks, cavalry knives on their waists, and infantry guns, the little devils ran towards the machine gun positions of the eighth road excitedly.

"Ha Ya Gu!"

"Ha Ya Gu!"

The deputy squadron leader of the second cavalry squadron waved the command knife in his hand with a grim expression.

On the machine gun position of the New Second Regiment of the Eighth Route Army.

When the poisonous gas became a little thinner, Li Yunlong quietly poked out half of his head wearing a gas mask, and raised the binoculars to observe under the slope.

About 200 ghosts wearing gas masks rushed towards the machine gun positions with rifles in hand, and they had already entered the range of 500 meters.

Li Yunlong sneered, the devil is rushing to give away the head.

Retracting behind the slope, Li Yunlong said to Zhang Dabiao: "Let the soldiers not worry, put the devil in 30 meters before fighting!"

Zhang Dabiao immediately said to the soldiers next to him: "Put the devil in 30 meters and fight again."

Speaking loudly might alert the devils 200 meters away, so the order was passed on one-on-one.

No one can guarantee that there were no wounded soldiers among the about 500 devil cavalrymen who were shot. It is very possible that the devils hid behind the belly of the army horse after falling off their horses, and could not be shot by the machine gun.

But at this time, the soldiers were all wearing gas masks, and the sound transmission effect was not very good, so it was not right to pass orders on.

Soldier Fifteen: "Swing the devil into 30 meters before hitting."

Soldier Thirty: "The devil will fight after entering 3 meters."

Soldier 41: "The devils come in and fight again."

Warrior Fifty: "I'm fighting."

Warrior 51: "???"

Wearing a gas mask and holding a sniper rifle, Zhao Gang bowed to Li Yunlong's side: "Old Li, the fighters who inhaled the gas have basically lost their combat effectiveness."

"The soldiers' lives are not in danger, right?" Li Yunlong asked in a cold tone.

"It doesn't look life-threatening, but several soldiers vomited and had difficulty breathing. I have sent someone to take them to a safe place in the rear."

"This group of sons of bitches is still the same old way. If they can't beat them, they will release poisonous gas..." Li Yunlong's tone was still cold. Li Yunlong hated the devils' poison gas in battle. When the devils used this trick in the early days, the Eighth Route Army didn't know what it was. The stuff, the soldiers were caught off guard and got hit.

"That old devil of Hei Dao probably wouldn't have imagined that our new second regiment is also equipped with a large number of gas masks." Zhang Dabiao sneered, his tone disdainful.

While talking in a low voice, the devil had entered 400 meters away from the machine gun position.

The position 400 meters away is the barrage interception zone, and all the devil cavalry who tried to turn around and escape were shot and killed here.

As expected by Li Yunlong, there were continuously ghosts who survived by chance, stood up quickly from the ground or behind the corpses of army horses, and joined the devils' attacking team.

"Regiment commander, political commissar, look, the devils and wounded soldiers have joined in." Zhang Dabiao said in a low voice.

"It's just a good time to take the little devil!" Zhao Gang said in a cold voice, pulling the bolt of the [-]-style sniper rifle in his hand, and pushing the bullet into the chamber.

Li Yunlong looked at Zhao Gang in surprise, this intellectual is quite murderous.

As the devils continued to advance at a fast pace, there were at least a dozen little devils who were lucky enough to survive.

The poisonous gas gradually became thinner under the wind, and the little devil with a rifle was also quickly approaching the machine gun position.

100 m.

50 m.

30.

"Fire!" Li Yunlong roared when he saw the devil enter the 30-meter position, and at the same time held down the firing weight of the Maxim heavy machine gun.

Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw... Accompanied by the vibration of the heavy machine gun, the sound of the Maxim heavy machine gun, which resembled a tractor, screamed continuously and rapidly. The eggshells fell to the ground with a clatter.

Putting the charging devil cavalry on horseback within 30 meters is undoubtedly courting death, but the devil cavalry who dismounted is equal to infantry, and this distance is equivalent to shooting the barrel of a light and heavy machine gun on the devil's forehead.

The moment the sound of the Maxim heavy machine gun sounded, the soldiers wearing gas masks put the machine guns on the position almost at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, various types of machine guns fired, like popping beans.

The swarming devils realized something was wrong the moment they heard the gunshots, but it was too late.

The rain of bullets as dense as migratory locusts poured down, and there was no way to avoid it. The devil who was shot fell down convulsively like an electric shock, and his body was turned into a blood sieve by the machine gun bullets.

It was true that they were beaten into blood sieves. Many devils were hit by more than a dozen machine gun bullets in an instant, and some devils were shot in the head by two machine gun bullets at the same time, and half of their heads were cut off.

Although the devil cavalry is also equipped with light and heavy machine guns, but at such a short distance and such powerful firepower, there is no chance of using the machine guns at all.

Watching the devils in front fall down one by one like withered grass meeting a sharp sickle, the devils behind panicked, looking for cover in fear to avoid the oncoming harvest.

But what made the devils desperate was that they couldn't even find a rock shelter where they were, so they had to lie down on the spot and beg for the bullets not to shoot themselves.

In less than a minute, all the little devils who swarmed forward wearing gas masks and holding rifles were shot to the ground, and no one escaped.

When Kuroshima Morita saw this scene through the telescope, he was stunned, motionless like a sculpture.

His face was pale, and his expression and eyes were full of disbelief.

I thought it was the Harvest Bureau, but I didn't expect it to be the Harvest Bureau.

In just one morning, the elite of the Black Island Cavalry Wing was basically finished, and in the end there were only communication teams, guards and mounted artillery squadrons left with less than 300 cavalry.

I'm afraid this belly is definitely fixed... Kuroshima Morita looked at his stomach, and couldn't help shivering.

"Co-leader? Co-captain?" Suzuki Changxiong called out cautiously.

"Huh?" Kuroshima Morita's body was shaky, and he almost fell off immediately after joining the army.

"Leader, all the machine gunners of the Eighth Route are equipped with gas masks, and our chemical bombs have not played a role." Suzuki Changxiong said.

"Baga!" Kuroshima Morita's face darkened: "Suzuki-kun, I'm not blind, I need your report?"

Suzuki Changxiong didn't dare to speak anymore.

He was also extremely dissatisfied with Hei Dao in his heart. If he had listened to Lao Tzu's suggestion and called the aviation soldiers to take down the machine gun positions of the Eight Routes, there would be so many things?
No matter how hard it is to use ordinary shells to plow the eight-way machine gun positions, this time there is really no hope of turning the tables.

Except for Kuroshima Morita's guards, Masao Yano and the ghosts of the Mounted Artillery Squadron looked at Kuroshima Morita, and there were some subtle changes in their eyes.

Although the devil soldiers didn't say anything, their expressions and eyes showed a hint of dissatisfaction.

This is the case in war, no matter whether your tactical command is proper or not, as long as you win the battle, you are the god of war and a hero.

On the other hand, if you lose the fight, are you just him? Shit, no.

Kuroshima Morita felt the subtle changes in the eyes and expressions of the cavalry, but he didn't have time to think about it, the anger of revenge and washing away shame burned his entire chest.

"Fire at the position of the eight-way machine gun immediately!"

"Fire all the shells!"

"Blow up all eight routes to death!"

Kuroshima Morita had a ferocious face, waving his command knife and roaring there.

Suzuki Tsuneo sighed, what's the use of shooting out all the shells now, the eight routes know that you can no longer organize an attack, so will their machine gunners still be bombarded on the position foolishly?

Yano Masao was dissatisfied, but Kuroshima Morita was the captain of the regiment after all, and the order still had to be carried out.

"Ha Gu, get ready to fire!"

The firing parameters of the mortar are adjusted, but the ammo box needs to be reopened.

The Devil Artillerymen of the Mounted Artillery Squadron immediately began to get busy again.

However, the new regiment artillery company was one step faster than the Devils Cavalry Squadron.

The devils abandoned their horses and launched an attack. After the horses broke free, they scattered in all directions, and the cavalry standing in front of the devils' mortar positions disappeared.

As the poison gas was blown away, the observers of the artillery company saw the devil's mortar positions with binoculars.

Just when the Devil Artillery was busy, a 60mm mortar shell fell from the top of the devil with a unique whistling sound, and landed not far from the Devil Artillery position, setting off a large cloud of mud and fog, clattering—falling gravel And the dirt raised Kuroshima Morita all over.

(End of this chapter)