The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

But as the devil planes began to drop gas bombs, it seemed like flowers were blooming everywhere, not just at the front.

On the battlefield with a radius of more than ten miles, the smoky poisonous gas is everywhere, in clusters, bands, and colorful, as if covering the mountains with a layer of tulle, cutting apart many Chinese officers and soldiers.

"Ah!" In the slow and thick poisonous gas, many unprotected Chinese officers and soldiers were writhing and screaming in pain.

The mustard gas caused unbearable pain to the exposed eyes and wounds of the brothers. They cut their skin to bloody flesh, and dark blood flowed from their mouths and noses.

"Damn! Damn! You little devil!"

Seeing many of his brothers fell in the poisonous gas and failed to escape, Liu Yidao, the death squad who rushed to the front, looked at the wailing brothers, tears streaming down his face.

They just watched their brothers fall down one by one from a distance of tens of meters, and died tragically in the poisonous gas.

"Crack! Crack!"

There were gunshots coming from the poisonous gas, and the ghost soldiers wearing ugly gas masks formed a skirmish line and began to counterattack back.

Many brothers lying on the ground in the poisonous gas were already exhausted. The devil's bayonet was hanging down with a cold light, and the sound of puffing kept ringing. Many brothers died in a daze.

"Battalion Commander, the little devil is here!"

The eyes of all the living brothers were bloodshot, watching the shadowy figure in the poisonous gas continuously approaching, the brothers gritted their teeth and said.

Seeing that the figure of the little devil could already be seen indistinctly in the poisonous gas, the brothers were unwilling to retreat, and they were full of murderous aura.

"Fight! Get rid of these bastards!" Liu Yidao gave the order without hesitation.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Oh!"

"Boom!"

Revenge bullets pierced through the poisonous gas and hit the little devils who counterattacked, and grenades were also thrown in, and the flash of the explosion was like lightning in the black mist.

"Pfft-"

Some devils were shot and fell to the ground, falling into the poisonous gas. Their wounds were quickly filled with poisonous gas, and the burning pain made them scream.

The grenade blasted many devils towards the surroundings, and they rolled powerlessly on the ground, their bodies were covered in blood from the explosive fragments...

The devils did not expect that there were still Chinese officers and soldiers who could survive such a poisonous gas attack. They were so shocked that they hurriedly squatted down and raised their guns to fight back.

The brothers gritted their teeth and shot into the poisonous gas. The bullets swept into the poisonous gas like a wind, stirring the poisonous gas and churning.

Those injured little devils fell to the ground and couldn't get up again. Many of the little devils' gas masks were shattered, and they covered their bleeding eye sockets and let out creepy screams.

"Retreat, retreat..."

Facing the attack of the Chinese officers and soldiers, this group of counterattacking little devils retreated again in embarrassment, but in the poison gas, the corpses left by both sides had completely festered under the corrosion of the poison gas.

"Battalion Commander, there is poisonous gas floating over there."

The brothers repelled the counterattacking devil angrily, but the mountain wind brought another poisonous gas along the valley.

The brothers were already terrified of this kind of poisonous gas that kills people invisible, and when they saw the poisonous gas floating over, they all turned pale.

Liu Yidao saw that the brothers who died in the poisonous gas were silent, and now they couldn't even collect the corpses, so they punched the floating soil unwillingly.

"withdraw!"

The brothers started to retreat in a hurry, the poisonous gas floating among the mountains made the attack of the Chinese army stagnant.

"Who told you to withdraw, attack! Attack!"

On a mountain road full of corpses, the officers and soldiers of the War Zone Supervision Team wearing black letters on a white background on their arms held guns and stopped Liu Yidao and the others who had retreated.

"Brother, the devil has released the poisonous gas, and there is no way forward. Many brothers have died in the poisonous gas..." Facing the interception of the supervising team, a brother explained.

"Fuck you, you're so justified in being greedy for life and afraid of death, believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

Before the brother finished speaking, he was knocked to the ground by the butt of a gun from a platoon leader of the supervisory team, and his head was bleeding suddenly.

Just now he watched dozens of his brothers run too slowly and died of poisonous gas, and now the supervisor of the battle team started beating people again, how could Liu Yidao's irritable temper be unbearable.

"Fuck you!" He yelled angrily, and kicked the platoon leader of the battering team into the ditch.

Almost at the moment Liu Yidao made his move, all the members of the supervisory team pulled the bolts and pointed the muzzles at Liu Yidao and the others, and Liu Yidao and his brothers did not show any weakness. The bullets fired at the opponent's chest. .

Text Chapter 672 Disarm

On the narrow mountain road, the officers and soldiers of the Death Squad who were covered in scars and blood stains confronted the officers and soldiers of the Supervision Team with guns.

The barrels of both sides were loaded with bullets, and the muzzles of the guns were pressed against each other's chests, blowing noses and staring at each other, neither of them to be outdone.

"Okay, ok, you guys are really out of order."

The platoon leader of the supervisory team struggled to get up from the ground, Liu Yidao's kick almost kicked him so hard that he almost lost his breath, his face was full of anger at this moment.

Liu Yidao and his brothers who were fighting bloody battles on the front line hated the devils the most, and they were the supervisors who swaggered behind their backs and shot black guns from time to time.

Many brothers died on the battlefield, but sometimes they died at the hands of the bastards in the supervising team. Anyone who always stood behind such a person who could shoot himself at any time would be full of anger.

The conflict between the combat troops and the supervisory team broke out unreservedly at this moment, and the two sides pointed their guns at each other, full of murderous intent.

"Get out of the way for me, let us go down!"

The front was already filled with poisonous gas, Liu Yidao didn't want his brother to die without knowing why.

The platoon leader of the supervisory team also stared viciously: "If you want to go on, unless you step on me, you have to turn around and go back to continue fighting!"

Most of the officers and soldiers fighting on the front line are involuntary and miserable. Once they step on the battlefield, there is no way out.

In front of them are vicious little devils, and behind them is the cold-blooded and ruthless supervisory team. Defeating them not only bears the pain of losing their brothers, but also bears the infamy.

Once the battle is won, there is nothing wrong with them, those officers can use the victory they exchanged for their blood to go to demons to ask for credit, but their military pay and pensions have been delayed again and again, and they can't even eat enough.

Even though the brothers are full of grievances, whenever they hear the slogan of defending the country, they will still rush to the battlefield, rush to the enemy, and defend the country.

"Get out of the way!" Liu Yidao's face was full of anger, and the gun in his hand had been unbolted.

Although oppressed by the brothers of the death squad, the platoon leader of the supervising team still refused to give up an inch: "Don't give up!"

"Which unit do you belong to? Don't be stupid, let your chiefs die!" The supervisor of the battle team threatened loudly.

Seeing the supervising team blocking the way, Liu Yidao couldn't bear it anymore, and ordered loudly: "Give me their guns!"

Now that the brothers have joined the Death Squad, they are all masters who are not afraid of death, and they are not afraid of the Supervising Team at all. After hearing Liu Yidao's order, they rushed forward one after another, going to shoot the Supervising Team's guns.