It was also the first time for tens of thousands of brothers of the Young Guards to watch the air explosion of white phosphorus bombs at close range. Their surprised expressions were all hidden behind gas masks!

The soldiers moved neatly, all with their heads held high, as if they were watching a performance that far exceeded expectations. Rows of gas masks appeared on the battlefield, adding a bit of weirdness and horror to the position.

Under the blow of white phosphorus bombs, the flesh and blood of the Japanese melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pale or dripping bones were exposed in front of the soldiers, which was shocking.

The Air Force is still continuously dropping white phosphorus bombs to the rear of the people. The burning white phosphorus releases a large amount of thick smoke. The thick smoke divides the battlefield into two sections, one is quiet, and the other is howling ghosts and wolves.

At this moment, the Japanese not only have to endure the burning pain when white phosphorus burns at a thousand degrees, but they also have to bear the attack of the poisonous smell when white phosphorus burns.

For the Japanese who were at the center of the attack, their bodies were not intact from the inside to the outside, and every bone was eroded.

"Ahhhh..."

Following the screams behind them, the people fled even faster. Adults dragged their children and scrambled to get ahead. Tramples often occurred.

Looking at the people who had been frightened into silence, Qi Guangxiu's face was stern, and he calmly ordered:

"Instruct all troops to prepare to fire!"

Although the large Japanese troops were blocked at the other end of the battlefield by white phosphorus bombs, there were still many Japanese soldiers wearing shit-yellow uniforms mixed in among the crowd of fleeing civilians!

Twenty to thirty thousand crazy people are blindly attacking the position, and they are attacking from the front. If they cannot be effectively stopped, the position will be doomed!

The orders were passed down layer by layer. Qi Guangxiu and Chen Sancai nervously held the guns in their hands. They first fired into the air and then shouted:

"Get down! Get down!"

Wearing gas masks and making loud noises, the crazy people were still rushing over desperately.

The two had no choice but to tear off their gas masks and lead the soldiers to shout together.

After three shouts, the soldiers put on their gas masks again, and the crazy crowd seemed to have calmed down a bit.

Mixed in the crowd were not only Japanese soldiers, but also desperate and crazy Japanese expatriates.

They watched with their own eyes the heroic warriors of the Japanese Empire being destroyed by the Chinese with horrific artillery shells. Listening to the extremely miserable screams behind them, the Japanese expatriates looked hysterical.

They kept agitating among the crowd, and some who couldn't hold back even pretended to be ordinary people and screamed and rushed to the position.

"Bang bang bang..."

The soldiers of the Young Guards fired, but all the bullets hit the visitor's feet, just to warn him.

But the warning had no effect at all.

When the Japanese expatriates disguised as Chinese civilians arrived about ten meters in front of the position, they suddenly took out two grenades from their arms. They just skillfully pulled the fuses, touched each other, and threw them towards the position with all their strength.

"Bang bang bang..."

The grenade was released, and several Japanese expatriates were beaten to bloody gourds and fell unwillingly in front of the position.

"Boom boom boom..."

The grenade exploded in the trench, and some soldiers were hit by fragments and made a painful groan.

Li Kang's eyes were splitting. The Japanese were too crazy and cunning. He once again gave the order to shoot to the soldiers.

With the bloody lesson before their eyes, although the soldiers still hesitated a bit, they still fired bullets at the approaching surging crowd.

More than 300 corpses fell in front of the position. I wonder how many of them were crazy Japanese expatriates, and how many of them were stupid ordinary people?

After a few minutes, the surging crowd was finally frightened and began to obediently lie down on the ground.

The soldiers of the 10th Division who were mixed in were already crazy. They stabbed their bayonets into the bodies of the surrounding people without hesitation, and screamed in an attempt to drive the people away to attack the position.

"Bang bang bang..."

After everyone lay on the ground, the crazy Japanese soldiers became the best targets. The young soldiers would hesitate when pointing their guns at the civilians, but they would be merciless against the Japanese.

About 500 guys mixed in the crowd and luckily escaped the attack of white phosphorus bombs, but they ultimately failed to escape the clutches of death.

After the situation stabilized, the Young Guards began to send some soldiers to guide the people to evacuate from both wings of the position!

More than an hour later, all the people left the battlefield, but the smoke and pungent smell of burning white phosphorus bombs still did not dissipate. The shrill screams of the Japanese on the battlefield turned into painful moans.

Various sounds came from the thin smoke of white phosphorus bombs, making the soldiers feel a little chilly.

Fortunately, such a terrifying weapon was in one's own hands, otherwise he would be the one who turned into a blood skeleton at this moment.

Qi Guangxiu pulled off his gas mask and said to the staff officer beside him:

"Write a report on the attack effect of the white phosphorus bomb and send it back to Xiyuan Headquarters. The Academy of Military Science will continue research and development based on the performance of the white phosphorus bomb on the battlefield and strive to develop a bomb with greater power and better effect!"

The staff officer swallowed his saliva and nodded in agreement.

…

"Your Excellency, Division Commander, you should be able to go in and rescue the wounded now."

Major General Misawa, Chief of Staff of the Tenth Division, said to Tokawa Jiro.

The Japanese soldiers and senior Japanese officers who were preparing for the second and third waves of attacks all saw the effect of white phosphorus bombs eroding flesh and bones when they exploded, and also heard the screams of the attacked warriors.

The Japanese did not realize what kind of secret weapon this was for a while, and thought it was a poison gas bomb commonly used by the 10th Division.

But judging from the wounds of a few soldiers who had the chance to escape, the attack method of this type of bomb should be mainly physical attacks.

However, I don’t know if the pungent smell is poisonous or not.

In view of various circumstances, they did not dare to rush into the attack range of the white phosphorus bombs to rescue the wounded. They could only watch thousands of imperial warriors slowly die in pain.

The smoke from the burning white phosphorus is about to dissipate. If we don't rescue the wounded, those warriors who are still struggling on the verge of death will be completely exposed to the Chinese guns.

The past hour was the longest hour Tokawa Jiro had ever experienced in his life. The first thing he felt was panic and disbelief.

Then there is helplessness.

As the highest officer in this battle, he could only watch helplessly as his elite soldiers fell one after another. The screams penetrated his soul, and the hands for help scratched his heart and liver.

As an imperial warrior, dying in battle is not terrible. What is terrible is dying meaninglessly under the attack of unknown weapons!

Such a way of death is too cruel and has nothing to do with the life-long beliefs of the samurai.

Tokawa Jiro was a little confused. He glanced at the chief of staff and then nodded in confusion.

Several other division commanders did not dare to say anything at this moment.

The Japanese rescue team quickly rushed into the smoke. To ensure safety, most of them wore gas masks.

The scene in the smoke made the Japanese in the rescue team feel cold all over. Some of them couldn't help but feel their stomachs churn and vomited out.

In front of the rescue team are countless skeletons!

Unlike being hit by incendiary bombs, these skeletons were still stained with blood, as if they had just been separated from the flesh and blood.

Skeletons were everywhere, and the postures at the time of death were strange and varied, but the only thing that remained unchanged was the expression of painful struggle.

"Woooooooo..."

When a survivor was found, the Japanese who rescued him hurriedly moved forward despite feeling uncomfortable all over.

"Wow..."

It looked like this soldier had only been burned by white phosphorus on his face. The rest of the body seemed to be intact. But as soon as the rescuers exerted their strength, the flesh of the soldier's feet seemed to be cooked, falling cleanly off the bones, revealing

The leg bones were broken into pieces.

"ah!"

The Japanese screamed and threw the cooked meat aside, spraying vomit directly onto the gas mask.

Half an hour later.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, only more than 400 survivors have been found..."

Tokawa Jiro and several division commanders came to the field hospital, and Chief of Staff Misawa reported with a sad expression.

At least 6,000 warriors participated in the first wave of attacks on the northern and southern fronts, but only 400 came back. It can be said that the entire army was wiped out.

Misawa continued:

"Soldiers involved in the rescue reported that the Imperial warriors suffered endless pain before their death. Many of their flesh and blood had been burned, leaving only bones. The death was miserable!"

Tokawa Jiro felt a little weak in his legs. For such a heavy loss, if he was seriously investigated, he should commit suicide by caesarean section.

He stopped and said to the commander of the 108th Division beside him:

"Send someone to negotiate with the Chinese army on the opposite side and be sure to get the bodies of the warriors back!"

"Hiyi!"

After entering the field hospital, the painful screams could not be heard.

Tokawa Jiro personally witnessed a cruel operation, and his temples were beating wildly.

It was a soldier who had half of his head burned by white phosphorus. Under the watchful eyes of a group of senior officers, a doctor from the field hospital directly used a scalpel to peel off his scalp. At the same time, the doctor also gouged out the rotten flesh on the soldier's cheek.

, showing sparse teeth.

The injured soldier was twitching all over, and several nurses used all their strength to make the operation possible.

"call……"

The doctor exhaled and was about to say whether he would live or die would depend on the fate of the soldier. The soldier on the operating table couldn't bear the pain and muttered two words and then fell silent.
To be continued...