Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 303 Surrendered? (Double monthly ticket, ask for a monthly ticket!)

It is too late.

While the soldiers of the security regiment were running desperately into Songjiang City, Komura Kumaichi couldn't wait to order the release of gas bombs.

The grenade fired by the grenade was bounced away by the hard stone tower body again, and then exploded in the void, but this time, there was no deafening bang, and there was no tremor caused by the air wave hitting the bluestone tower body.

Dull 'boom!After the bang, clouds of blue-yellow smoke slowly dissipated on the highest floors of the pagoda and in the void, and the holes around the pagoda inevitably entered the smoke.

"Heavy rain, keep going down, remember, hold your breath for me, don't breathe if you can." The crow lying on the ground on the top of the tower saw the light green smoke slowly flowing around him, and lowered towards the tower. A deep roar.

His complexion was already miserable.

He has slowed down his breathing as much as possible, but the air is already filled with poisonous gas, just taking a light breath, his throat feels burning and hurting.

The Japanese, on the other hand, hated the crow who had killed more than a dozen devils to the bone. Two grenadier teams hid behind the brick wall of the ruins and fired seven or eight grenades with the grenade in one go.

The continuously exploding gas bombs released a creepy light green, pungent smell, not to mention the crow in it, even Zhao Daqiang, who was tens of meters away, couldn't help covering his mouth and nose with his clothes.

The thick and substantial poisonous gas around the top of the tower could not be diluted even by the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The fingers that were exposed outside were all burning pain.

It's over, and the crow knows that unless the Jade Emperor descends to earth to send him the elixir, he is already dead.

In a few minutes, he will be like Lieutenant Colonel Tang Dao said, the poisonous gas will cause the trachea and internal organs to swell, and eventually he will be unable to breathe and suffocate to death.

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

Death, he is not afraid.

The crow is actually very grateful to the clay bodhisattvas in Xilin Temple. Because of their protection, he killed at least a dozen Japanese invaders. In addition to the few who were killed before, he was basically worthy of him kneeling in that dark night. God swears.

If he can kill so many devils, he will stop scolding God in the future, otherwise, he will keep scolding, even to King Yama.

Maybe God and the Buddha were also afraid and helped.

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

It's just that it doesn't matter if he dies, there is still a little bald head underneath!He still has to live, he has a group of younger brothers and sisters to support, and he has to help him tell those Songjiang people who have returned home that his crow used to be the three evils of Songjiang, but he was not when he went to the battlefield. hometown.

Traditional Chinese, who doesn't want to have a good reputation?
"Heavy rain, listen up, no matter what happens, don't make a sound, when the devils leave, when will you go down.

You have to live well, live like a toothless old man.In the future, remember to burn some paper for Uncle Wu Ya and Nong’s aunt who has never been in the family. She likes to eat mochi stuffed with mung bean paste. I have seen her love this since I was a child. Don’t forget.

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. It was the money I saved to marry your aunt. I don’t need it anymore, so it’s cheaper. Use this Take a good sum of money to raise the brothers and sisters of Da Nong, and tell them that when they grow up, they will return to Songjiang. This is a good place, and there are many rich people! "The crow lowered its eyelids, and whispered to the bottom.

Now he doesn't care whether the poisonous gas enters the respiratory tract, and the face that was slightly twitched by the pain has also returned to calm.

"Uncle Crow, what are you going to do! You say that, I'm afraid!" The little bald head tremblingly replied with a strong crying sound.

Although he didn't know what the crow was going to do, the young man knew that his uncle, who was "brilliant, martial, and accurate with marksmanship," was telling him about his funeral.

The young man didn't want to die, and he didn't want this man who was already extremely tall in his heart to die.

Compared with killing devils, the little boy hopes that both of them are alive.

But, that was the wishful thinking of a teenager.

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

This is a clan war, one clan destroys another clan lives, there is no second result.

Just like the Mongolian Yuan hundreds of years ago, after almost completely destroying the inheritance of the Yellow River civilization, if they hadn’t corrupted and degenerated at a dazzling speed, perhaps the Yellow River civilization that had been running for thousands of years in the long river of time would have It has completely disappeared in the long river of history, just like many annihilated grassland civilizations.

The "short-legged" people, whose social structure is more stable and better at learning, will hardly make that mistake.Once they succeed, there will be no place for them to stand on this fertile land where the Huaxia clan has lived for tens of thousands of years.

Wanting to live will not depend 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!" Crow growled angrily at the crying young man, hearing the sound of crying from downstairs gradually getting quieter, the young man could only try his best to suppress his sobs, he couldn't bear it, and whispered He said: "I have already inhaled the poisonous gas, and I won't live long, but you have to live a good life for me, otherwise, I may die and bear the name of Songjiang Three Evils on my back, do you hear that?"

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

He had never heard of the Three Plagues of Songjiang, he only knew that Uncle Crow was a good person, and he would rather die than save him.

This time, Crow ignored the boy who had already descended to the sixth floor. Instead, he unscrewed the back covers of the last four grenades, inserted them all into the waistband of his trousers, and then covered them with a large military uniform.

The terrible poisonous gas had already stimulated him so much that he hardly dared to open his eyes. Suppressing the pain in his chest, the crow carried a machine gun and a rifle on his back, groping for the wooden stairs inside the pagoda, and walked down with difficulty.

Going down the fifth floor, there is finally a small wooden door on the pagoda, which has gradually become more spacious, from where you can go out of the pagoda, so as to repair and renovate the cornice with the copper bell hanging on it.

The crow kicked open the wooden door, leaned its entire body out, and then waved its hands desperately.

"Yo Xi, the Chinese can't take it anymore and want to surrender!" Xiaocun Xiongyi, who was tens of meters away, couldn't help being overjoyed.

A living Chinese, even if he has inhaled a lot of poisonous gas, will die in a few hours, but it is more useful to be able to catch his breath before being sent to the wing headquarters than a corpse.

What's more, he is a surrendered soldier, and the two captains of the regiment and detachment may be able to use this to blow the morale of the Chinese in the city.

Sure enough, there are no tough guys under the poisonous gas.

While Xiaomuraxiong smiled, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. For the special ammunition he possessed, what kind of pain was it that made this man with a strong will like steel subdued?

"Order, everyone is not allowed to attack him again." Komura Xiongyi ordered, while waving to the translator who was hiding behind him: "Zhu Jun, go and tell him that he can surrender if he wants to, but he must surrender." Show sincerity first and drop all his weapons."

Accompanied by two Japanese infantrymen with a bitter face, the interpreter carefully walked 30 meters away wearing a gas mask, then took off the gas mask and hid behind a low wall, shouting at the top of his voice, telling the crow to drop his weapon, and then quickly put the The gas mask was buckled, for fear that he would be contaminated with terrible poisonous gas.

The crow was a bachelor, and he dropped all the rifles and machine guns he brought down from the top of the pagoda, including the pistol in his waist and the bullet belt he was carrying, to the pagoda one by one, letting them be as precious as life to soldiers The gun smashed into pieces 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 has any weapons, the crow even turned half a circle on the pagoda and exposed his back to the Japanese. Four grenades were inserted side by side in the belt and hidden under the rather large security uniform , From a distance, there is almost no abnormality.

When the gun and the half-empty bullet belt were dropped, Komura Kumaichi who was walking towards this side was already determined.

Of course, he has no intention of underestimating the Chinese soldiers who are still at an altitude of nearly 20 meters. Only those who have witnessed the great pain caused by mustard gas bombs will know that the pain is not something that living things can resist of.

On the position that was once captured, the Chinese who died of suffocation caused deep finger marks even on the hard ground because of the great pain.

And Zhao Daqiang, who shifted his position and shrunk his body in the ruins of a house that had burned most of it and collapsed, also witnessed all this.

The moment when he saw the security guard throwing all his guns from the sky amidst the yelling of the bastard translator who had forgotten his ancestors.

The tenacious squad leader of the security guard almost didn't come up in one breath, and was furious to death.

(End of this chapter)