At the same time as the tragedy occurred at Hope Wharf, the Western Front positions were under fierce attack by the Sixth Division of the Little Japanese.

Sowatani Hisao tried to use the power of gas bombs to occupy the position without spending a single soldier.

The 6th Division dispatched 500 little Japs at once, all wearing gas masks and carrying bright bayonets.

At this time, the position was shrouded in thick smoke from gas bombs, and no one could be seen within 5 meters. It was as quiet as a ghostland.

Li Shi led 120 brothers wearing gas masks to guard the forefront of the position. The brothers could only see the brothers next to them. None of them spoke. Everyone could only hear their own heavy breathing in the gas mask.

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"boom!"

The sudden sound of gunshots startled everyone, followed immediately by a scream of falling to the ground.

Only then did the people on the position realize that the Japs were attacking, and everyone stared wide-eyed at the 10-meter area in front of them.

"Bang bang bang..."

The gunfire around them became more and more intense, and many brothers still hadn't noticed the little Japanese figure, and their hearts were filled with tension and anxiety.

"Onboard..."

The charging cries of the little Japanese could be clearly heard, but there was still no one in front.

The heavy machine gun shooter kept turning the muzzle left and right, and the deputy shooter also stared at the smoke ahead with his eyes wide open.

Suddenly, several black shadows rushed out from inside.

The first thing the machine gunner saw was the shining bayonet. Without any hesitation, he decisively pulled the trigger with his finger.

"Da da da……"

Blood mist exploded in the mist.

It wasn't until the corpses of the three little Japs jumped in front of them that the machine gunner could clearly see the military uniforms they were wearing.

Figures kept moving in the mist, and shouts and screams came and went.

The gunman felt tears welling up in his wide eyes, but he didn't dare to blink at all.

A figure suddenly rushed out from the trench on the side. Neither the machine gunner nor his teammates paid attention to this direction because all the people on the side were their comrades.

"ah!"

The figure screamed and plunged the bayonet into the belly of the bomb supplyer. Only then did the two of them realize that it was the little Japanese who was charging at them.

The bomber subconsciously grabbed the muzzle of the kid's gun, but the kid couldn't pull out the bayonet no matter how hard he tried.

The machine gunner didn't have any handy weapons around him. In desperation, he used all his strength to pull off the little devil's gas mask.

The little devil's fierce face was instantly exposed to the poisonous gas. The three of them were in a stalemate for more than 10 seconds. The little devil was the first to be unable to withstand it. He let go of the hand holding the gun and tore his clothes to cover his mouth and nose.

The concentration of poisonous gas was frighteningly high. Red spots soon appeared on the skin of the little devil who lost his gas mask. His hands were tightly grasping his neck, and breathing became difficult.

The machine gunner glanced at his teammate, gritted his teeth, pulled out the bayonet, turned around and inserted it into the kid's chest. The flesh on the latter's face had begun to fester, and the gunner somehow helped him relieve his pain in advance.

The wound on the belly of the bomb supplyer was bleeding. The machine gunner could not find anyone else to help him. He could only let the injured brother lie flat in the trench and drag the little Japanese's body over to cover it briefly.

In such an environment, the machine gun was no longer effective, so he could only carefully explore the trench with the rifle in hand.

"ah!"

A figure appeared in front of him, and the machine gunner thrust out his bayonet without thinking.

The figure nimbly dodged the bayonet, turned sideways and kicked the machine gunner in the chest.

This time the fight allowed both sides to see clearly that the other party was their brother.

"Hurry up and ask the battalion commander to send someone up. There are too many little Japs coming, and we won't be able to hold the position any longer!" Li Shi said angrily from inside the gas mask.

The machine gunner nodded vigorously, and the two quickly ran in different directions.

"Battal Commander, where is the Battalion Commander?"

After reaching the rear, the machine gunner shouted and asked.

Although his voice was already very loud, the brothers could only hear a rough outline due to the gas mask.

The concentration of poison gas in the rear was much lighter than on the battlefield. Feng Jinzhang, with a white towel on his face, asked: "How are the brothers?"

"There are too many kidnappers, and they are all wearing gas masks. The brothers can no longer hold on, so the company commander asked me to call for backup!"

Feng Jinzhang looked outside and saw that the concentration of poisonous gas in the air on the position was still very high, "Damn it!"

He chopped his foot hard and said, "Tie your fucking towel tightly and come with me!"

There are no more gas masks. In order to ensure that the position is not lost, the brothers can only use their lives to fill them.

More than 300 brothers heard the order without any hesitation. They helped each other tie the white towels on their faces tightly. The bayonets were already attached to their rifles. They followed Feng Jinzhang and rushed towards the poisonous gas-filled position without hesitation.

On the battlefield, corpses were lying scattered all over the place. Because they were all wearing gas masks, their identities could only be identified from their clothes.

"Tear off the dead man's gas mask!" Feng Jinzhang roared.

"Bang bang bang..."

There were very few gunshots on the position, and both the enemy and ourselves were testing each other in the mist, looking for the right opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to the other side.

"ah!"

A Japanese soldier suddenly shot out of Feng Jinzhang's side. The bayonet slid past his armpit, leaving a bloody gash on the inside of his arm.

"Bang bang bang!"

Feng Jinzhang used his pistol to kill the little Japanese who was still trying to turn around, and pulled off a gas mask from the little Japanese's body.

But many of the brothers who followed still did not have gas masks, and their eyes began to gradually turn blood red, and their exposed skin began to appear red spots and blisters.

Despite this, the brothers were still fighting with the little Japanese on the battlefield with bayonets.

Four little Japs stopped a brother who was only wearing a towel and surrounded him in a fan shape with bayonets in hand.

This brother's eyes had begun to become blurry. He looked at the dense blisters on his arms, laughed miserably, and pulled off the towel.

'I'm going to die, I have to let the little devil remember my face!'

He quietly fired all the grenades on his body, and with red eyes like a bad wolf, he faced the little Japanese with a bayonet.

The four little devils looked at each other, with mocking smiles on their gas-masked faces. They shouted long live and rushed forward together.

"boom!"

At the moment when the two sides met, four or five grenades exploded simultaneously.

The brave brothers from the national army took four little devils to bury him with him.

The battle is still going on, and tragic scenes are happening at any time.

Some brothers, with the idea of ​​dying together with the Jaap, pounced on the Jaap and tore off their gas masks. In the end, they both died in the poisonous gas.

Li Shi's clothes and mask were covered in blood, and he would frighten the little devils every time he appeared in front of them. He was like a bloodthirsty demon, harvesting the lives of the little devils everywhere.

After the poisonous gas dissipated, military police reinforcements sent by Xiao Shan ordered arrived at the position.

What came before them were corpses entangled with each other. The skin on the corpse's face had festered, and only two huge holes remained in the wide-open eyes.

At least more than 100 brothers hugged the little Japanese and died together. Before they died, they gave the little Japanese a taste of their own gas bombs.

The little Japanese prince who was responsible for commanding the siege of Nanjing was very angry because he learned from the reports from various troops that Nanjing was already an empty city.

The little devil prince did not see the wealth and beauties he expected, and what was left to him were only ruins all over the city.

The prince got angry and issued a death order to keep the Chinese army on the bank of the Yangtze River. He wanted to take revenge and vent his anger.

The prince's order was quickly conveyed to all units, and the Japs' attack began to become more fierce.

The positions defended by He Dingyuan and Xie Chengrui on the eastern front changed hands several times, and the little Japanese had already rushed into the life channel.

At the critical moment, Wang Laohu came to support with more than 100 submachine gun teams and drove the little Japs out again.

The little devil on the opposite side had just lost its captain, and these attacks were all directed by the deputy captain.

The deputy captain did not take the lives of the soldiers seriously. He wanted to capture the position in front of him in order to turn things around.

The little devils were supported by artillery fire from several divisions. The shells rained down on the position, and the casualties of the brothers were rising sharply.

But the position was still in the hands of the Jiangdong Regiment, and the battle damage had exceeded 1:2, and was gradually approaching 1:3. The little devil's desperate attack for several hours paid a heavy price, and corpses were piled up in rows in front of the position.

A new cover was formed for the defensive brothers.

At the same time, the Little Japanese aircraft were dispatched more frequently, which put great pressure on the air defense positions, and they were losing manpower and equipment all the time.

A ferry carrying 300 people injured by poison gas bombs was sunk by Japs' bombers on the Yangtze River. People on the shore could only watch as the wounded sank into the Yangtze River with the ship.

Japanese aircraft have basically detected the firepower points on both sides of the Yangtze River, and the Jiang defense positions have also been hit by long-range artillery fire from the Japanese.

At the same time, the scouts in the north had discovered the vanguard of the Little Devil Guoqi detachment.

This force has also received orders from the Japanese Prince and is marching towards Pukou non-stop in an attempt to cut off the defenders' retreat.

The war situation is developing rapidly in the stalemate between the two sides. Everyone is working hard. Once the tension is released, the consequences will be disastrous.
Chapter completed!