It had been half an hour since the gas bombs were fired, and the thick fog had not dissipated. Through the telescope, only a vast expanse of white could be seen.

Although the killing effect could not be seen, the old devil Yamashita was still in a very relaxed mood. He believed in the strength of the Imperial Japanese military industry.

He had also heard about some human experiments conducted in the Puppet Manchukuo. In his opinion, as long as he could develop more and more effective weapons for the empire and sacrifice a few of them, that person would be nothing.

Putting down the telescope, Lieutenant Colonel Yamashita turned to the adjutant beside him and said:

"Assemble the team, we will go over to take over the position in half an hour!"

"Hi Yi!" The adjutant nodded and bowed, his expression very relaxed.

..

300 Chinese soldiers, whose faces were covered with white towels, took advantage of the cover of thick fog to sneak from the lower reaches of the river to the flank of the Japanese camp.

The position where Lieutenant Colonel Yamashita was expecting to see corpses littering the ground was now empty of people.

It was already less than 500 meters away from the Japanese base camp. Although nothing could be seen in the vast white space between the sky and the earth, Jiangdong knew that the unscrupulous little Japanese was there.

He called Zhu Ergou to his side, spread out the map and said,

"This location is the camp of the little Japs. Weapons, ammunition, baggage, and seven to eight hundred Japs are all there."

Zhu Ergou bit his finger and nodded. Seeing that he seemed to lack confidence, Jiang Dong asked again:

"You can't see anything here. Can your cannon be accurate?"

Only then did Zhu Ergou lift his head from the map and thought seriously for a while before answering,

"I have been looking for the Japs' artillery for the past half month. Of course, I have also studied their camps. As long as their positions have not moved as they were a few days ago, then I guarantee that my artillery shells will definitely land on the Japs.

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"Okay!" Jiang Dong happily patted Zhu Ergou on the shoulder, "Brother Ergou, our lives are all in your hands!"

"Don't worry, battalion commander!" Zhu Ergou assured him and went to tinker with his mortar.

There are more than 50 brothers in the artillery platoon, with two mortars and three grenade launchers lined up neatly. The distance from this position to the Japs camp is only 400 meters, which is very advantageous for mortars.

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Jiang Dong waited until all the cannons were properly placed before leading his brothers to cautiously approach the Japs' camp.

Finally, he told Zhu Ergou, "When the large army approaches the position about 200 meters away from the little Japanese camp, you start shelling!"

Three hundred guns, three hundred sharp bayonets, and three hundred silent soldiers moved forward like ghosts in the thick fog, making no sound.

In the Japanese camp, hundreds of Japanese soldiers had gathered at the foot of the mountain.

Perhaps due to the heavy fog, or perhaps because of their absolute confidence in their own weapons, the brothers in Jiangdong Camp did not encounter a single Japanese sentry along the way.

"The battalion commander should be close to 200 meters, right?" Zhu Ergou asked his subordinates with some suspicion.

"It should be here!"

"Damn it, you can't see any Kiba stuff in this damn weather." Zhu Ergou complained,

"No matter what, get ready to fire. It's better to fire early than late!"

Several brothers picked up the cannonballs and placed them at the mouth of the barrel, waiting for the platoon leader's order.

"Ready... to release!!!"

Several shells flew out of the muzzle, passed over the advancing brothers, and smashed into the little Japanese camp.

"Boom boom boom..."

Zhu Ergou's several rounds of artillery shells did not explode in the center of the camp where the Japs had the most people, but tore down the Japs' kitchen.

The sudden shelling shocked the little Japanese who were gathering to prepare for a lecture, and they all started to look around.

"Don't panic, don't be chaotic, warriors of the Japanese Empire, stay calm!"

At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Yamashita did not doubt that any Chinese army would dare to attack him. The first thought that came to his mind was that the bombing was accidental.

But the fact quickly slapped him in the face.

A few shells from the second round of shelling hit the crowd of little Japs accurately. Suddenly, a group of people fell on their backs, their flesh and blood flew everywhere, and their broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the ground.

More than thirty little Japs went to see their Amaterasu at that time, and an equal number of wounded Japs lay on the ground wailing.

Lieutenant Colonel Yamashita's mouth was so big that a fist was stuffed inside his mouth. A shell exploded 10 meters in front of him, turning a squadron leader into a pile of minced meat in the blink of an eye.

The shells roared over their heads in Jiangdong, and the Chinese soldiers silently launched a charge.

Jiangdong held a light machine gun, two magazines on his front, and a rifle with a bayonet on his back, and rushed to the front of the team.

Behind him, the three company commanders each had a light machine gun, and Wang Laohu carried a broadsword on his shoulder.

Behind the company commanders were four or five platoon commanders, each armed with a box cannon.

The brothers behind him all held bayonets, and the cold light flickered and was sonorous and powerful as they ran.

Use automatic firepower as the vanguard, and take advantage of the enemy's head-covered turn to maximize the chance of killing their active force.

If the little devil cannot figure out the number of attackers, he will definitely not be able to organize an effective counterattack in a hurry.

The little Japs, who were fleeing in all directions to avoid the bombardment, suddenly saw a group of fierce-looking Chinese soldiers with their faces covered in white cloth and with blood-red eyes rushing out of the white mist.

They couldn't tell whether they were humans or ghosts at all. It seemed as if everything jumped out of the void, like divine weapons descending from the sky, or like demons and ghosts.

"Da da da……"

The silence was broken by the sound of a machine gun, and the confused little devil instantly became a bloody gourd. Until his death, he still didn't understand why a devil could use a gun.

Fighting and rushing fiercely, when they saw a moving figure, they suddenly jumped up with a shuttle. Before the Japanese army could figure out the situation, the Jiangdong Battalion had already killed nearly a hundred Japanese soldiers.

Some of the little Japs were wounded by machine guns and fell to the ground. They had not completely expired. The brothers who rushed up from behind saw that the Japs were still moving. They silently stabbed them and continued to rush forward without looking back.

The already chaotic Japs camp became even more chaotic, and Jiangdong encountered no effective resistance at all. Due to the heavy fog, the dizzy Japs couldn't find their way, and some of the Japs bumped into Jiangdong's guns.

Speaking of words, he never let go of any of these beasts that came to his door.

The battle went extremely smoothly and gradually turned into a massacre of the little devils.

The brothers of the Jiangdong Battalion were chasing the fleeing Japanese soldiers in all directions in the heavy fog. They were surrounded by the screams and exclamations of the young Japanese soldiers. The entire group of Japanese soldiers had completely lost their courage and lost their souls.

Facing sharp bayonets and broadswords, they would kneel on the ground and beg for mercy with tears streaming down their faces. The brothers showed no expression, and they stabbed the bayonets into the little devil's body in silence again and again.

In the chaos, Jiang Dong saw four or five little Japs running away with their heads down right in front of him. He put on a new magazine and stalked after them.

"Da da da……"

The bullets passed through the thick fog lightly and hit the fleeing Japanese soldiers. All the Japanese soldiers fell to the ground in an instant.

Jiang Dong walked over with the gun in his hand and refilled the guns one by one. When he got to the last kid in front of him, the Czech light machine gun was empty of bullets.

He threw away the machine gun and took off the rifle from his back.

Taking advantage of this gap, he saw that the little Japanese lying on the ground was actually a lieutenant commander. Jiang Dong turned the old Japanese's body over with one hand.

Lieutenant Colonel Yamashita was shot twice in the stomach. At this moment, he was vomiting blood while trying to pull out his command knife. However, his knife was too long and he was unable to pull it out. Instead, he touched the pistol on his waist and glared at Jiangdong fiercely.

"Haha, I guess you were the one who ordered the refugees to be killed and gassed with poison!" Jiang Dong stepped on the old devil's hand that was holding the gun.

Naturally, Yamashita could not understand Chinese, but he saw the contemptuous expression on the Chinese people's faces and the hatred in their eyes. He opened his mouth to curse, but he only spat out large mouthfuls of blood.

Jiang Dong ignored him and simply used a bayonet to cut off the tendons of his hands and hamstrings and cut the arteries of his limbs.

Watching this Japanese man struggle feebly in the pain of blood loss until he died.

He suddenly felt a little tired. He thought of the white body floating on the river, the old squad leader's hoarse scream, and the brothers who had died these days, and tears fell down.

Soon after, he felt his body was filled with warmth.

Jiang Dong slowly raised his head and saw that the sunlight above his head had penetrated the thick fog at some point and was spreading warmth on this bloody battlefield.

Jiang Dong came to his senses and realized that the road ahead was still long and he had to go on with strength.

He bent down and cut off Shanxia's head with his bayonet.

The fog gradually dissipated, corpses were everywhere in the camp of the Japs, and the smell of blood enveloped the entire world.

Xiaodouzi ran over covered in blood. When he saw Jiang Dong carrying a head, his body visibly paused.

"How is it?" Jiang Dong asked calmly.

"There are no kiddos around the camp, maybe some have escaped!" Xiaodouzi replied breathlessly.

"Yeah." Jiang Dong hummed slightly, raised his head and said:

"Let the brothers cut off the little devil's heads and take them back to pay homage to the old squad leader and other dead brothers!"

Xiaodouzi obviously couldn't believe that the usually bookish battalion commander would give such an order. He always thought that blood and cruelty would only happen to people like Wang Laohu.

But he still listened to the battalion commander's order and let the soldiers start cutting off the heads.

After about half an hour, all the little devils on the ground turned into headless corpses.

According to reports from several company commanders, Jiangdong's attack killed more than 500 little Japs, and the other little Japs fled in all directions.

Jiang Dong saw that Chen Zhengyue was holding the heads of four little devils in his hand, and he just nodded slightly towards the latter.

Regardless of whether you are young or old, as long as you pick up a gun, you must avenge your fallen comrades and compatriots.
To be continued...