The thick, viscous smoke spread low along the mountain like ghosts, and the brothers, half dirt and half blood, stumbled towards the mountain as if they had seen a ghost. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Many of the brothers staggered and fell to the ground, and a puff of yellow smoke enveloped them, as if possessed by spirits, rolling and twitching on the charred earth, their skin rapidly eroding, and their eyes gurgling with black blood.

Seeing the brothers fighting side by side die so miserably in front of them, the appearance of the festering pain made the fleeing brothers tremble, they had never seen such a battle.

They heard the shouts from afar, and knew that these killings were invisible to the poisonous gas released by the devils, and they cursed in their hearts and wanted to flee in fear.

The terrible shouts behind him became more and more fierce, and many of the brothers could not run past the yellow smoke that was wafting away, like drunken drunks, and fell crookedly in the trenches, in a pool of blood, the corpses were still gentle, but the people were already dead.

The brothers had never been so embarrassed, even in the face of the devil's carpet fire, they could bury themselves in the soil and hide from them, and they were not so afraid and afraid of the bullets that were as sharp as raindrops.

But these drifting yellow smoke really frightened these iron-clad men, and they ran towards the smokeless place like ghosts, shouting at the hoarse throat, and many of them had a cry in their voices.

Although they had heard of friendly troops being wiped out by the devil's kind of smoking shells, but when they were really here, they felt terrible, and they would die if they took a breath, more terrible than those whistling bullets.

Anyone is always in awe and fear of something new, but when these yellow smoke kills their brothers, they feel lonely and helpless when they are exhausted.

The brothers on the hill still had time to pour water and wet their clothes and pants to prepare in a panic, and the brothers on the front line could only pull their legs and run wildly, hoping to escape from the smoke far away.

The devil's gas bombs and incendiary bombs fell, and several brothers who were in a panic were cornered by the drifting smoke.

"Little devil! Grandpa, I'm fighting with you! The unkempt brothers looked at the yellow smoke that was coming, broke down and screamed, and tried to break through the yellow smoke with bayonets.

But as soon as they rushed in and ran more than ten steps, they all staggered and fell to the ground like stakes, and those who were not dead were crawling in pain, and soon the sound of cursing became weaker.

The smoke of murder still flowed high and low on the hills, like sticky yellow water, and the brothers fled for shelter.

More than 300 devils wearing steel helmets and gas masks slowly pressed down the mountain with bloodstained bayonets, and they fearlessly burrowed into the hellish smoke mixed with the smoke of yellow poisonous gas.

The mountain was already a mess, and the brothers were panicked to cover their mouths and noses with wet cloths and soaked clothes, and in the thick smoke screen, violent coughing and desperate cries made the mountain like a Shura hell.

Those brothers who had not escaped the poison gas had fallen to the ground in various positions, and those who were squirming and convulsing were dying, and although they were brothers who got along day and night, no one dared to drag them out of the smoke that they did not know where to go.

Fortunately, the area of the golden dragon terrier is large enough, and the number of poison gas bombs of the devil is insufficient, although it covers the first-line position and spreads to the surroundings, but the second-line trenches and mountains are not poisonous, even if they are blown by the mountain wind, they have become lighter, far less intense than the first-line trenches.

Yang Ling and the brothers all withdrew to the mountain where the smoke was lighter, because the terrain was higher, and the yellow smoke that spread up quickly dissipated under the mountain wind, which made Yang Ling and the others breathe a sigh of relief.

They knew that they had saved their lives, but there were still dozens of brothers who were blocked from the poison gas and the mountain, and they were in a desperate situation in the face of hundreds of attacking devils.

If you want to retreat to the mountain, you have to pass through the pervasive gas area, and if you don't go back, you will face hundreds of devils armed to the teeth alone, and the consequences can be imagined.

"Brethren! I, Liang Xingguo, have been a soldier for ten years! I have also done more than a dozen battles with the little devils, Lao Tzu has not worked in vain in this life, and he can still slaughter the devils with the brothers when he is dying, I Liang Xingguo has thanked the brothers here! ”

Liang Xingguo, the commander of the third company of the second battalion, saw that there was no hope of survival, and stood up with a large blade stained with minced meat.

"Brethren! We don't have a way to survive today! Who wants to go with me to earn a few more devils! On the Huangquan Road, we crushed the wine and drank! Liang Xingguo held the big knife and roared arrogantly.

"Kill the devil!" Dozens of brothers covered in mud and blood also roared, which surprised the little devils who pounced.

"Shoot!" Under an ugly gas mask, a cold voice was heard.

The ghost soldiers, who were rushing forward, rushed towards this side as they shot, and the whizzing bullets caused blood to splash the chests of several brothers.

"Tuanza! Remember to avenge the brethren! Liang Xingguo turned his head and shouted towards the mountain, and then turned around and launched a counter-charge towards the devil without hesitation.

"Rush!" Dozens of brothers began to charge against hundreds of little devils, puffing bullets into their chests, and they rolled and fell into the blood mist.

Soon, the only dozen or so brothers who remained met with the devil's sword soldiers, and in just an instant, they were stabbed down by five or six of the little devils, and those who did not die also stabbed their bayonets into the little devil's chest.

Liang Xingguo's broadsword swept away two stabbing blades, and the thick and sharp broadsword slashed horizontally with a fan, and the heads of the two devils fell to the ground like bloodshot ear balls.

Another little devil pounced from the flank, and a bayonet pierced Liang Xingguo's thigh, and immediately donated blood, Liang Xingguo's company commander endured the severe pain, and slashed into the devil's stomach, breaking the big hole with a bang.

The little devil rolled to the ground with his stomach in his hands, Liang Xingguo's company commander staggered and supported himself with a knife to keep himself from falling, and the next moment, five bayonets had penetrated his body from different directions.

"Yikes!" The little devils roared fiercely under their ugly gas masks, pulled out their blood-dripping bayonets, and the tall body of Liang Xingguo's company commander fell to the ground with a bang.

And the dozens of brothers who followed him have all been martyred, and the devils are stabbing their bodies one by one, and they have all become bloody holes.

"Ahh Oh you damn little devil! The brothers on the hill watched these brothers sacrifice heroically, their eyes suddenly turned red, and they grabbed the bayonet and were about to rush down the mountain desperately, but they were stopped by Yang Ling and them in time.

"King's beard! Grenadier ready! ”

"Junko! All light and heavy machine guns are set up for Lao Tzu! ”