That night, several brothers took the risk to carry the old squad leader's body back, and he maintained the unyielding rescue action.

When the old squad leader's body passed through the trenches, every brother stood up, and everyone looked at it quietly, with no sorrow or joy in his eyes.

Jiangdong buried the old squad leader and his dead brothers together, but did not erect a monument. Because Jiangdong was worried that the remains of these dead soldiers would be humiliated by the Japanese after the national army retreated.

The soldiers gathered neatly in front of the grave, solemn and solemn, and were as quiet as death.

Jiangdong walked to the front and spoke slowly:

"Old squad leader, you have done what all of us want to do but cannot do. You are the role model of all brothers, our hero, and you are a dignified Chinese! Don't worry, your blood will not flow in vain, and the blood of dead Chinese will not flow in vain. I swear in front of you that I will take my brothers to kill the Japanese and repay the blood debt with my blood! "

After Jiang Dong finished speaking, he raised his right hand solemnly and shouted,

"salute!"

The brothers raised their right hands neatly, followed their battalion commander, and paid tribute to the old squad leader and the dead brothers.

After the ceremony, the brothers fell into silence again, eating silently, sleeping silently, crying silently, and crying silently.

The whole camp's soldiers seemed to have a mass of fire, burning their already riddled bodies and minds.

Jiang Dong clearly felt that at this time, all brothers, including him, needed a catharsis port.

And there is only one outlet for this catharsis, that is, killing the Japanese.

Only by killing the Japanese can the anger in the hearts of the brothers be released, and only by killing the Japanese can the silent people regain their strength and vitality.

Killing the Japanese, Jiangdong was waiting for the opportunity while silently calculating in his heart.

On the second day, the entire north bank of Wenzaoban was covered with thick fog, the sky and the earth were in chaos, and it began to be blurred 10 meters away.

Jiangdong ordered all the soldiers of the battalion to be vigilant. Such weather was full of huge threats and opportunities for both sides of the war.

As expected by Jiangdong, rumbling artillery fire began to sound across the entire front, and through the thick fog, they could only see the glimmer of light flashing on the skyline.

Although the entire defense line of the national army was trembling, the Japanese devils opposite Jiangdong did not move at all.

Jiangdong did not think this was a good thing, but rather a manifestation of the Japanese holding their ultimate moves.

He carefully recalled the attack style and style of the Japanese commander on the opposite side over the past few days, and found that this was an old Japanese decisive and very heartless. He was willing to give up his own lives and felt no guilt for massacring the Chinese.

The more Jiang Dong thought about it, the brighter his eyes became, and he found that the opportunity to repay his blood debt seemed to be coming.

Of course, the Japanese must first make the move first.

However, he had roughly judged the Japanese's way. After all, the short and stupid Japanese could use such despicable and shameless tricks on the battlefield of the War of Resistance.

"I'm going to send all the brothers in the camp to bring all the towels and fill the kettle with water. I guess the Japanese may be going to launch a poison gas attack!"

When several company commanders heard Jiang Dong's words, their eyes widened.

"Don't disbelief, the Japanese used this trick when dealing with Baoshan Camp."

Wang Laohu cursed,

"I'm so despicable and shameless. If I can't beat it, I think of these despicable tricks!"

"Don't talk nonsense, go and preach the orders of brothers!"

Since it has been judged that the Japanese are likely to use poison gas bombs, Jiangdong is not worried anymore.

He had already conducted similar anti-virus and training before this, and the Japanese's despicable tricks gave him a chance to fight back.

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In the Japanese camp, Nakasao at the foot of the mountain was smiling at the special weapon he had brought.

This is the secret weapon of the Great Japanese Empire. It has not been used several times on the battlefield in China. The man on the opposite side must be unprepared for the attack.

His original intention of massacre of refugees yesterday was to attract China. The Chinese army took the initiative to attack, but he did not expect that the commander on the opposite side was so calm.

He knew that he had miscalculated one step, but instead aroused the man's sorrow and anger. So he did not order an attack yesterday. The Japanese man also read the Chinese military book. He knew very well that the truth that the soldiers would win.

Looking at the special weapon that was being carefully removed by the soldiers, a grim smile slowly appeared at the corner of the mouth at the foot of the mountain.

No matter whether you are a mourning soldier or a happy soldier, you can only die obediently in the face of the invincible imperial weapons.

Seeing the thick fog in the sky, the mountain felt that God helped me. Such weather could erase traces of the use of poison gas bombs without any trace.

The soldiers were ready and nodded gently at the foot of the mountain.

“Bangbang…”

More than a dozen poisonous gas bombs passed through the thick fog and flew towards the positions of the national army opposite.

"Battery Commander, you really guessed it. The Japanese devils really used poison gas bombs!"

Li Xuelin stumbled into the command post from the trench.

"Are you sure it's a poisonous gas bomb?"

"The Japanese attackers called something like a mortar shell. After landing, they did not explode, but instead began to squeak out thick smoke!"

"**Damn it, the Japanese are destroying themselves!" Jiang Dong took off the kettle and towel he carried with him, "Hurry up, hurry up, cover his mouth and nose with wet towels!"

He asked again,

"Have you ordered your brothers to do a good job of protection?"

Li Xuelin answered while wet the towel with a kettle:

"We company commanders have ordered the Japanese to see that the Japanese shells are not right. Don't worry, the battalion commander, the brothers must have taken the protection at this time."

Jiang Dong nodded, covered the towel on his face, and was quickly thinking in his mind.

‘The Japanese know that their poisonous gas bombs are powerful, and they will definitely not attack for a while. The opportunity is rare. You must seize this gap and teach the Japanese a deep lesson.’

After making up his mind, Jiangdong immediately ordered:

"Everyone avoids the area where the Japanese are densely populated with poisonous gas bombs, gather in frontier trenches, bring big swords and bayonets, let's go and kill the Japanese!"

When Li Xuelin and Xiaodouzi heard Jiangdong's order, their faces were shocked first, and then turned to joy and ecstasy.

Hearing Jiangdong continue to give orders,

"Let Zhu Ergou's mortar platoon keep up, bring the seized grenade canister, and must bring enough ammunition."

Li Xuelin wrapped in a towel and hugged his waist to convey Jiangdong's orders.

Jiangdong and Xiao Douzi each carried a rifle with bayonets on their backs and walked out of the command post wrapped in a white towel.

There were less than 300 remaining soldiers in the battalion, all wrapped in white towels, squatting quietly in the trenches. The cold light of the bayonet reflected the faces of each silent soldier.
Chapter completed!