Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 303

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It's too late.

While the security regiment soldiers were running desperately into Songjiang City, Komura Xiongyi could not wait to order the release of gas bombs.

The grenade fired from the grenade was bounced off the hard body of the stone tower again, and then exploded in the void. Only this time, there was no deafening bang, and there was no slight tremor caused by the impact of the air waves on the bluestone tower.

The dull 'Bang! After the bang, clouds of blue-yellow smoke slowly dispersed on the highest floors of the pagoda and in the void. Smoke inevitably entered the holes around the pagoda.

"Heavy rain, keep going down. Remember, hold your breath. Don't breathe if you can't." The crow lying on the ground at the top of the tower watched the light green smoke slowly flowing around him, and lowered his head towards the bottom of the tower. A deep roar.

His face was already miserable.

He had tried to slow down his breathing as much as possible, but the air was already filled with poisonous gas. Just taking a gentle breath made his throat feel burning.

The Japanese hated the crows who had killed more than a dozen Japs. Two grenade teams hid behind the brick walls of the ruins and fired seven or eight grenades with grenades in one breath.

The gas bombs that kept exploding released a creepy light green color, and the pungent smell made Zhao Daqiang, who was dozens of meters away, involuntarily cover his mouth and nose with his clothes, not to mention the crows inside.

The poisonous gas around the top of the tower was so dense that even the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River could not be diluted. It kept drilling in along the holes. In just one minute, not only did the crow's throat and lungs seem to have been stuffed with fire sticks, but also the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The exposed fingers were all burning with pain.

It's over, Crow knows, unless the Jade Emperor descends to earth to bring him the elixir, he is already dead.

In a few minutes, he will tell Lieutenant Colonel Tang Dao that the poisonous gas will cause edema in the human trachea and internal organs, and eventually he will be unable to breathe and suffocate to death.

That kind of pain is not something ordinary people can bear.

He is not afraid of death.

Crow is actually very grateful to the Clay Bodhisattvas in Xilin Temple. Because of their protection, he killed at least a dozen Japanese invaders. Plus the few he killed earlier, it was basically worthy of him kneeling in front of him in that dark night. An oath sworn by heaven.

If he can kill so many Japs, he will stop scolding God in the future. Otherwise, he will keep scolding him, even when he gets to King Yama.

God and Buddha may have been afraid and helped.

He has accomplished his goal, and she, who has not yet been engaged, should feel more at ease on the road! What's more, he was going to accompany her soon.

It's just that it doesn't matter if he dies, he still has a little bald head underneath! He still has to live, he has a group of younger brothers and sisters to feed, and he has to help him tell the Songjiang people who returned home that he, the crow, was once one of the three pests of Songjiang, but on the battlefield, he was not. He once guarded his life with his life. hometown.

As a traditional Chinese, who doesn't want to leave a good reputation?

"Heavy rain, please listen carefully. No matter what happens, don't make a sound. When the Japanese leave, they will go down."

You have to live a good life and live like an old man without teeth. In the future, remember to burn some paper for Uncle Wu Crow during the holidays, and for your aunt who has never been around. She likes to eat mochi stuffed with mung bean paste. I have seen her loving this since she was a child. Don't forget it.

You also saw the small package I threw in the corner of the third floor of the pagoda earlier. There were four large yellow croakers in it. That was the money I saved to marry your aunt. I don't need it anymore, so it will be cheaper. Use this Use the money to take good care of Danon's younger brothers and sisters, and tell them that when they grow up, they will return to Songjiang. This is a good place with many rich people! "The crow lowered his eyelids and roared below to explain.

Now, he no longer cares whether the poisonous gas enters his respiratory tract, and his face that once twitched slightly in pain has calmed down.

"Uncle Crow, what are you going to do? I'm scared when you say that!" the little bald man replied tremblingly with a strong cry.

Although he didn't know what Crow was going to do, the young man knew that his uncle, who was "wise, mighty, and accurate with marksmanship," was explaining the funeral arrangements to him.

The young man didn't want to die, nor did he want this man who was already extremely tall in his heart to die.

　　Compared to killing the Japanese, the young boy hopes that both of them will live.

It's just that it's a boy's wishful thinking.

Only those who have experienced it will know that this war is not just a national war, but a regime of one party being overthrown by the other, and it is as simple as changing the ruler.

This is a clan war. One clan will be destroyed and another will be reborn. There will be no second outcome. Just like the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty hundreds of years ago, after almost completely destroying the inheritance of the Yellow River Civilization, if they had not themselves corrupted and degenerated at a dizzying speed, perhaps the Yellow River Civilization, which had been galloping for thousands of years in the long river of time, would have been destroyed. It has completely disappeared in the long river of history, just like many annihilated grassland civilizations.

The "short-legged" people, who have a more stable social structure and are good at learning, will hardly make that mistake. Once they succeed, there will no longer be a place for them to establish themselves in this fertile land where the Chinese people have lived for tens of thousands of years.

Wanting to live will not be based on personal will.

"Uncle Crow! Woohoo! I don't want you to die." The little bald man couldn't help sobbing.

"Little Red Man, I'm not dead yet, why are you crying!" The crow roared angrily at the crying boy. When he heard the crying voice downstairs getting lower, the boy could only try his best to suppress his sobs, but he couldn't bear it in his heart and whispered softly. Said: "I have inhaled poisonous gas and I will not live long, but you must live well for me, otherwise, I may die and still have to bear the name of Songjiang Sanhae. Do you hear me?"

"Uncle Crow, I beg you not to die." The young man was already bursting into tears.

He had never heard of Songjiang's three evils. He only knew that Uncle Crow was a good man and would rather die than save him.

This time, Crow ignored the young man who had already descended to the sixth floor. Instead, he unscrewed the back caps of the last four grenades, inserted them all into the waistband behind him, and then covered them with his large military uniform.

The terrible poisonous gas has stimulated him to the point where he almost dared not open his eyes. Suppressing the pain in his chest, Crow carried a machine gun and a rifle on his back, feeling his way down the wooden stairs in the pagoda, and walked down with difficulty.

Going down to the fifth floor, the gradually becoming spacious pagoda finally has a small wooden door. From there, you can go out to the outside of the pagoda in order to repair and repair the cornices hanging with copper bells.

The crow kicked open the wooden door, leaned his whole body out, and then waved desperately outside.

“Yo Xi, the Chinese can't stand it anymore and want to surrender!” Xiong Yi, a villager dozens of meters away, couldn't help but be overjoyed.

A living Chinese, even if he has inhaled a lot of poisonous gas, will die in a few hours, but as long as he can breathe before being sent to the wing headquarters, it must be more useful than a corpse.

What's more, he is surrendering his troops. The captain and detachment captain may be able to use this to damage the morale of the Chinese in the city.

As expected, there is no tough guy under the poisonous atmosphere.

While Komura Kuma smiled broadly, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart, because of the special type of bullets he held. What kind of pain was it that made this man with a will as strong as steel weaken?

"Order, no one is allowed to attack him anymore." Xiaomura Xiongyi ordered, while waving to the translator who was hiding tightly behind him: "Zhu Jun, go and tell him that you can surrender if you want, but you must Show good faith first and throw down all his weapons."

With a grimace, the translator, accompanied by two Japanese infantrymen, carefully walked 30 meters away with a gas mask on, then took off the gas mask and hid behind a low wall, shouting at the top of his lungs, asking the crow to drop his weapon, and then quickly put the crow down. He put on his gas mask, fearing that he might be contaminated with the terrible poisonous gas.

Crow was a bachelor, so he dropped the rifles and machine guns he brought down from the top of the tower, including the shell gun in his waist and the bullet belt he carried, all down the pagoda one by one, leaving them as precious as life to a soldier. The gun smashed into parts on the hard ground.

What the Japanese want is not the seizure of weapons, but the complete loss of their ability to fight back.

In order to show that he no longer had any weapons, Crow even turned half a circle on the pagoda, exposing his back to the Japanese. Four grenades were inserted side by side in his belt and hidden under the rather large security uniform. , from a distance, there is almost nothing unusual about it.

　　When the gun and the bullet belt that was more than half empty were thrown away, Xiaocun Xiongyi, who was walking this way, was already determined.

Of course, he did not look down upon the Chinese troops who were still at an altitude of nearly 20 meters. Only those who have witnessed the tremendous pain caused by mustard gas bombs will know that that kind of pain is not something that living things can resist. of.

On the once-captured position, the Chinese who died of suffocation suffered so much pain that even the hard ground had deep finger marks.

Zhao Daqiang, who moved his position and huddled in the ruins of a half-burned and collapsed house, also witnessed all this.

　　The moment when I saw that security guard dropping all his guns from the sky amid the shouts of that **** translator who had forgotten his ancestors.

The tough-tempered guard squad leader almost lost his breath and was so angry that he died.

(End of this chapter)

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