Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2693: He has committed so many evil things, he deserves to die!

Duanwu sneered and put the gun to Yamamoto Shunsuke's forehead:

"Do you think I will believe you if you say that? Kujo Miyakita is not here, and you say he is the mastermind?"

Yamamoto Shunsuke trembled all over, and the cold sweat on his forehead became more dense. He said with a wronged look: "He ran away, he jumped out of the car and ran away. I wanted to go with him, but he said that I was too old and it would be better to take a gamble than to jump out of the car. Alas!"

At this point, Yamamoto Shunsuke sighed, because even a fool knew that he was used as bait by Kujo Miyakita.

Duanwu narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at Yamamoto Shunsuke, trying to analyze how much truth there was in his words.

Long Qianyan, on the other hand, quickly searched the interior of the SUV, hoping to find more clues.

But in the end, there was nothing in the car.

Long Qianyan shook his head at Duanwu, and at this time, Duanwu asked Yamamoto Shunsuke: "Did you create the poisonous gas just now?"

Yamamoto Shunsuke hesitated, because it was obvious that if he admitted at this time that he had created the deadly poison gas, there would definitely be no good outcome.

But as soon as he hesitated, Duanwu immediately scolded him: "Don't think about it, answer immediately."

"Yes Yes,."

Yamamoto Shunsuke was frightened and blurted out.

But as soon as he said it, he regretted it.

Because he knew that he had played it.

But at this time, Duanwu continued to ask: "What is the name of this poison gas? What is the antidote?"

In fact, what Duanwu wants to ask most is the antidote, because many people have been poisoned and the situation is currently unclear, so he must find the antidote first.

Of course, even if there is no antidote, Duanwu will completely eliminate this group of devils, because their existence will be a huge threat to the entire anti-Japanese brigade.

But Shunsuke Yamamoto didn't have the antidote at all, and he hesitated.

But when he saw Duanwu's murderous eyes, he immediately spoke the truth: "I, I don't have an antidote. This chemical poison is the third generation of Dusk Breath, and the antidote has not been developed yet."

Duanwu nodded, then fired a shot. Before Yamamoto Shunsuke could react, the shot blew off the other person's head.

Because this devil has committed so many evil deeds that even a hundred deaths cannot atone for his sins.

At this time, Long Qianyan asked: "Captain, what should we do next? Should we go after that Jiujiao Gongbei? He will definitely return to Songyuan."

Duanwu looked around and said, "Do you think he will take the mountain road back?"

Long Qianyan shook his head.

At this time, Duanwu continued to ask: "How many roads are there from here back to Songyuan?"

Long Qianyan thought for a moment and said, "If we want to take the mountain road, there are probably five."

Duanwu smiled and said, "Let alone there are five mountain roads to take, even if there is one, we can't stop him. He won't take the mountain roads, he will take the woods, and he will change his route at any time. And if we want to catch him within a radius of more than ten kilometers, we need at least two thousand people. But by the time we transfer the people here, I'm afraid Jiujo Gongbei will have already run away."

Speaking of this, Duanwu sighed, feeling a little regretful.

Because if Kujo Miyakita was in the car, the Japanese's mopping-up plan would be crushed in advance.

However, being able to destroy the entire Japanese biological and chemical force this time was a pleasant surprise.

Duanwu and Long Qianyan threw the bodies of the two devils into a ditch on the side of the road, and then drove back to the anti-Japanese brigade’s base.

At the same time, Jiujo Miyakita was still running for his life. This extremely fearful and suicidal Japanese nobleman was panic-stricken, but the fear of death stimulated his potential wisdom.

Just as Duanwu had imagined, he did not take the mountain path, nor did he go to any hidden place. He just walked in the woods with a compass, sometimes walking south, sometimes walking east, and he only walked in the woods.

In this way, no one would be able to calculate where he escaped from.

Moreover, he did not plan to go directly to Songyuan, but to find a town occupied by the Imperial Army, where he would find more people to protect him, and then return to Songyuan.

Therefore, it was right for Duanwu not to spend much effort in chasing after Kujo Miyabi. Otherwise, even if they searched the mountains for three days and three nights, they might not find Kujo Miyabi.

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At the same time, after returning to the base, Duanwu and Long Qianyan saw a tragic scene. In addition to the nearly eighty people killed in this battle, more than thirty soldiers were unconscious due to the Japanese's poison gas, and more than seventy others were poisoned to varying degrees.

Their faces were an unnatural bluish purple, white foam hung from the corners of their mouths, and their breathing was weak and rapid.

Some soldiers huddled in the corner, clutching their chests with their hands, their eyes filled with pain.

Some soldiers lay on stretchers, their limbs twitching from time to time, as if there were thousands of insects gnawing at their bodies.

The air was filled with a strange pungent smell, which was the trace left by the poison gas. Intertwined with the strong smell of blood on the battlefield, it formed an indescribable tragic atmosphere.

Some soldiers who were less poisoned could still stand, but their steps were staggering and their eyes were blurry.

They also had red spots on their skin, some of which had begun to ulcerate, and their pain was obvious.

But even so, there was still an unyielding light in their eyes, and many soldiers were gritting their teeth and persevering.

But it was different for the common people. They simply could not bear the erosion of their bodies by the poisonous gas.

There were even people with weak wills who cried out miserably: "Quick, kill me! I don't want to live anymore! Kill me, kill me now!"

Duanwu and Long Qianyan witnessed this scene and felt heartbroken.

Duanwu's eyes were moist. He clenched his teeth, clenched his hands into fists, and his nails dug deeply into his palms.

He looked at the soldiers and civilians struggling in pain, and an indescribable pain surged in his heart, a pain in the soul that was deeper than physical injuries.

Long Qianyan’s face was equally pale, and his eyes were filled with anger and sadness.

He slowly walked to a soldier who was less poisoned and gently patted the soldier on the shoulder, trying to give him some comfort.

However, when he saw the soldier's face twisted in pain and the tears flashing in his eyes, Long Qianyan's heart seemed to be hit hard by something heavy, and the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.

At this moment, Duanwu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He walked up to the people who were seeking death, squatted down, and looked at them with a firm gaze:

"We can't give up, and we can't take life and death lightly. As long as we are alive, there is hope. We have a very good doctor here, and I believe she will find a way. Please believe me, we will do our best to cure you!"

Although Duanwu's voice was not loud at this time, it gave encouragement to many people.

At least, they temporarily gave up the idea of ​​committing suicide.

The young man, who was only 17 or 8 years old, cried out, "I, I believe you, I, I will bear with it a little longer."

As he spoke, the young man burst into tears.

He was in the prime of his youth, but there was no longer any vitality in his face.

What we have is just deep despair and pain!

(End of this chapter)