Delivery man on the battlefield: Start with the sword

Chapter 130 North-South Gas Transmission
Wang Zhifei touched his head and thought, damn it, you treat me like Yamazaki, how can I be afraid of you?

However, if you want to break the deadlock, you still need another opportunity.

"Damn it, they are so blatant. Long Wenjian, repair the first and second lines of defense for me, and be careful of Xiao Gaga's mortars.

Then dig a trench straight forward on the first line of defense. Mountain rats? I specialize in smoking rats.

Everyone, get your gas masks ready. I think Little Gaga will retaliate with poison gas bombs."

"Commander, what are you doing?" asked Long Wenjian.

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Don't ask too much about the commander's affairs. If you know too much, you'll be easily silenced." After Wang Zhifei finished speaking, he went to the observer who was firing the mortar with the AWM.

……

The Takeuchi United advanced layer by layer, and Wang Zhifei dug a straight line, which could be considered a two-way run, but the speed of Wang Zhifei's side was much faster than theirs.

Soon, this straight line was not far from them, and Wang Zhifei hurriedly asked the trench diggers to come back. In just a short while, more than 20 lives were lost in this trench.

"Long Wenjian, everyone wear gas masks."

After Wang Zhifei finished shouting, he ducked and rushed out...

Arriving at the end of the straight traffic trench, Wang Zhifei smiled and said: Hey, mountain rat? I'm a professional smoker of rats.

Wang Zhifei took out a box of mortar shells from the space and placed them carefully on the ground. The skull logo on it was clearly visible, as well as the logo of the water supply unit.

This is a poison gas bomb brought from the Bright Sword plane, and it is mustard gas. It was made by their little Gaga, so it’s not too much to give it to them.

“Crack, whoosh…”

In less than twenty seconds, Wang Zhifei had thrown all two boxes of mustard gas mortar shells into the ground.

"Hey!"

The yellow gas spread rapidly. Mustard gas is much heavier than air and spreads rapidly to lower places. Trenches are the favorite place for mustard gas.

Sure enough, Wang Zhifei is a professional at smoked rats.

"what!"

"kill me!"

"Onboard!"

"mom!"

After these little guys who were doing civil engineering work came into contact with mustard gas, blisters quickly formed on their skin, as if they were burned.

This is not the worst. Once inhaled, the poisonous gas will cause the lungs to be filled with fluid, and the person will suffocate to death because of the lack of oxygen. This process will last for four to six minutes.

Wang Zhifei quickly fled back to the main trench and even had time to plant a few mines along the way.

"Defend against the artillery! Everyone defend against the artillery! Against the poison gas!"

Wang Zhifei ran and shouted.

……

"What? Did they use poison gas bombs? Or mustard gas? Damn! Fire! I want to turn this ridge over!" Takeuchi Renshan was furious!
Mustard gas, I don’t even have it yet, and you actually used it.

"Find someone to take photos and keep them as evidence. Haven't they always claimed to be a country of gentlemen? Let the world see their ugliness."

Takeuchi Renshan thought about it and issued another order.

"Hi!"

Xiao Gaga went down to make arrangements.

The artillery fire from Xiao Gaga's side arrived first, and various shells caused the position to rise into a cloud of dust. Moreover, the artillery fire extended to the back of the ridge.

This dashed Wang Zhifei's hope of taking the opportunity to command the cannon fodder group to escape. However, this also made Wang Zhifei understand one thing, that the little Gaga had probably already calculated that he would escape, and the artillery had already aimed at his retreat, and there might be another little Gaga on the mountain watching this side.

Although the cliffs on both sides are very high and it is difficult for troops to pass through, it is still no problem for one or two people to go up.

It was because Little Gaga was so angry this time that he exposed their combat intentions.

Long Wenjian obviously saw this as well, his face changed: "Commander, our retreat has been targeted, it's not going to be easy!"

"Haha, they're targeting my retreat, how do you know I don't have a backup plan?"

"Backup plan? Could it be that Yu Xiaoqing has a change of heart? He wants to provide us with artillery support?" Long Wenjian found this matter a little unbelievable.

"What are you thinking? If he wasn't so sure that a shell could kill me, do you believe that our position could be hit by a shell from a friendly force by mistake?"

Wang Zhifei put down the telescope and said.

Long Wenjian...

What kind of popularity do you have? No one is willing to help you, even if you are in trouble or have to pee in the water.

……

Wang Zhifei's North-to-South Gas Transmission Project did indeed anger Takeuchi Renzan. The old guy wished he could put his loincloth in a cannon and shoot him over.

From dusk to early morning, artillery attacks were launched at regular intervals, preventing Wang Zhifei from finding an opportunity to retreat to Zenda.

Long Wenjian hadn't slept all night, and his eyes were full of red bloodshot. It was a critical moment. The next morning, this little Gaga would definitely launch a desperate charge.

When the time comes and the artillery rushes up, I'm afraid more than half of the people on this position will be killed or injured.

Long Wenjian racked his brains but could not think of a way out of the impasse. He even wanted to send a telegram to the military in the name of Wang Zhifei.

The only way out of the impasse he could think of was on the other side: even if Yu Xiaoqing fired half the number of shells, at least half of the people on this side could escape.

However, after hearing about Wang Zhifei's popularity, Long Wenjian gave up the idea. Even if he wanted to fire a cannonball, it was hard to say who would be hit by the cannonball.

So, where is the confidence and backup plan of the regiment commander? No, I have to ask the regiment commander.

"Commander, Commander, hehehe..."

"What's going on? Little Gaga is rushing up?" Wang Zhifei said as he lifted the hat covering his face.

"No, no, Commander, would you like some water? Are you hungry? I'll open a can of food for you." Long Wenjian came over and said with a flattering smile on his face.

"Ugh! What do you want? Don't do this to me. It makes my stomach hurt."

"Commander, it looks like the little Gaga will launch a desperate charge at daybreak. We may not be able to withstand the bombardment of artillery shells and the sweep of machine guns."

"I can't bear it." Wang Zhifei said casually.

As soon as he arrived, Wang Zhifei knew what he was thinking. However, at this time Wang Zhifei wanted to tease him and show his own mystery and power. Otherwise, it would be too easy for Long Wenjian, the poisonous scholar, to backfire.

People like him should be given a bridle and tightened from time to time to let him know that he is not lawless and that there are people who can control him. Otherwise, he can poke a hole in the sky.

"Commander! Commander! Can you show us what cards you have? Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep well!"

"If you can't sleep well, just stay away from me. That's all I need to do."

"Commander, please be kind and have mercy on me, Long Wenjian..."

Wang Zhifei rubbed his ears and sat up impatiently.

Oh my god~ This guy must be seriously ill! He actually sang Lotus Flower Falling.

Wang Zhifei looked at him with murderous eyes.

This guy looked like a bullied person again: "Why? I won't ask anymore."

(End of this chapter)