At the edge of the deadlocked river bank, Wei Ran anxiously waited for the Japanese on the other side to continue their attack.

Perhaps they were frightened by the series of poison gas just now, or perhaps they were busy treating the wounded, but the Japanese on the opposite side did not continue to attack. Not only that, even the artillery fired at them fell silent.

Could it be that he was scared off?

Wei Ran murmured in confusion, but without further delay, he walked along the trench and touched a Japanese tank that was leaning sideways in the trench after its armor had been blown away. He found the oil pipeline with familiarity, and took out the tank from the metal book.

Fill three oil drums with the remaining fuel in the tank.

He had just finished his work when he heard Zhao Jinyu calling his name.

After quickly collecting the oil drum, Weiran responded loudly and turned to look in the direction of the traffic ditch.

Following the sound of running, he soon saw Zhao Jinyu running in wearing a gas mask.

"Brother Wei! I knew you were still alive!" Zhao Jinyu shouted excitedly, "Are you hurt?"

"No"

As Wei Ran said, he had already found a wooden bucket and continued to collect the fuel. "You came just in time. Let me find a clay jar. The best wine jar is the one that can hold a pound of wine. In addition, let me have a poison-proof jar."

Masked man, please come back quickly and at least set up the machine gun."

"become!"

Zhao Jinyu didn't ask any questions at all, and ordered a soldier who was following behind him who was also wearing a gas mask to find the wine jar and notify the soldiers who had withdrawn to the second line of defense to come back.

"Brother Wei, why did the enemy on the other side stop?" Zhao Jinyu asked curiously, and his intuition told him that the abnormality of the Japanese on the other side was inseparable from Wei Ran.

"I just fired a few rounds with a grenade. They seemed to be poison gas bombs."

Wei Ran pointed to the mandarin bags containing grenades not far away, "It's the ones you thought looked different before."

"Gas bomb?!"

Zhao Jinyu exclaimed and suddenly realized, "I just saw in the mirror that the Japanese guy across from me was jumping and jumping and rolling all over the floor as if he had been bitten by a dog. That's what happened!"

As he said that, he was already squatting beside the robe, rummaging around and asking, "How many more are there?"

"Fourteen or five"

Wei Ran replied worriedly that the gas bombs were easy to use, but the quantity was really small.

Before Zhao Jinyu could say anything, the surviving soldiers from the Pistol Team ran in along the traffic trench, and they all put on gas masks.

Wei Ran, the deputy company commander, directly passed over Zhao Jinyu and issued the order, "First guard the machine gun and be ready. Don't fire without an order."

"Where are the others?"

Zhao Jinyu asked, after they wiped out the Japanese cavalry a few days ago, the gas masks they captured were distributed to almost two hundred pairs. Now that the regiment is not well organized, basically every cavalry has been assigned one.

As soon as he finished asking, more cavalrymen were already running back with a wicker basket in hand.

In addition to wearing gas masks, they also carried at least twenty or thirty grenades in their baskets.

Behind them, Ma Jintao, who was wearing a gas mask, also followed. Before he could get closer, he asked excitedly, "Wei Ran, was that your fault just now?"

"I seized a few Japanese gas bombs and just returned a few."

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he immediately asked, "Ma Tuan...Brother Ma, let those who don't have gas masks retreat, let them find blankets, wet them and bring them over so that they can have one person per person, and there are also wine jars, at least ensure that there are enough people."

One or two, yes, if you have sticks and bones, bring some as well, and matches, at least one pack for each person."

"you go!"

Without thinking, Ma Jintao greeted a soldier beside him and conveyed the order. Then, while looking at the gas bombs, he asked curiously, "What is this?"

"The poisonous gas that the devil just blew was a sneeze agent."

Wei Ran pointed at the grenade the opponent had just picked up, "The grenade I just fired was a corrosive gas. It's useless just to wear a gas mask. It's poisonous if it sticks to flesh and skin, so each person needs a wet blanket, how much?

It can be of some use."

"Where is the wine jar?" Zhao Jinyu asked curiously.

"When the wine jar arrives, half fill it with sand, then add the oil from the Japanese chariot, and finally seal the mouth of the bottle with oil-soaked rags and stick bones."

As Wei Ran spoke, he blocked the oil pipeline of the tank wreckage, and then continued to explain, "If a Japanese tank comes up again, they will light the rags on fire and smash the wine jars on the tanks. As long as they are smashed,

It can start a fire, and it will definitely make their tin-skinned bastard sleep in it."

"This is a good idea!"

Ma Jintao and Zhao Jinyu said in unison. Even the cavalry soldiers around them who had just come in with grenades couldn't help but feel happy. They were all veterans who had fought in the war. Naturally, after a little thought, they could understand that this method was more effective than grenades.

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"When the time comes, I will throw them into this place and burn them one by one!"

Wei Ran pointed to the engine cooling grille of the tank, and took advantage of this short time to teach the surrounding soldiers how to find the oil pipeline and how to get the oil out.

He had just finished explaining here, and the soldiers who had been ordered to leave not long ago had already brought more than a dozen people with them and carried more than 20 baskets of large and small wine jars on carrying poles.

"Report!"

The leading soldier saluted, "We have brought all the wine bottles from the landlord's wine cellar!"

"Where's the wine?" Zhao Jinyu asked subconsciously.

"Pour it into an empty water tank!" the soldier continued, "not a drop was wasted!"

"Ga babies!"

Ma Jintao shouted at the top of his lungs, "When the Japanese are beaten away, let's have a good meal!"

"good!"

This order immediately attracted cheers from many soldiers around. Among those soldiers, there were some who did not drink alcohol due to religious reasons, Han people like Wei Ran and Zhao Jinyu, and even Tibetans who were accustomed to drinking highland barley wine.

But without exception, they all have the same desire for a celebratory drink at this time.

Without wasting any more time, the two surviving cavalry soldiers in their early 100s each received two wine jars, filled them with about one-third of the yellow sand according to the method taught by Wei Ran, and then smashed open the jars.

The tanks lying in the nest filled everyone's wine jars with fuel in a relay manner, and then blocked the mouths of the wine jars with rags found everywhere.

They were ready, but the Japanese on the other side of the river remained silent, as if the battle was really deadlocked because of the poison gas bombs thrown back.

"Brother-in-law, Wei Ran, why do I feel that the Japanese special code on the opposite side is not holding in enough?" Zhao Jinyu, who had taken off his gas mask behind the observation hole in the trench, said doubtfully.

After the preparations just now, not only did they already have two wine jars that could be lit at any time, but each of them was also wearing a wet blanket, and of course, there were gas masks that they dared not leave behind.

Although these things are heavy, clumsy and awkward, no one dislikes them at all at this time.

"What good can those bastards do?"

Ma Jintao, who was holding the telescope, snorted, and then said doubtfully, "There must be Japs on the other side. I can see the reflection in their mirrors. What are these bastards waiting for? Lao Qi? Lao Qi!"

"Here! What are the orders from the regiment commander?" a veteran not far away who was practicing wearing a gas mask asked in a Sichuan accent.

"Give the opponent a shot!"

When Ma Jintao gave the order, his eyes did not leave the telescope at all, "The trick that reflects the light to the west of the crooked-neck willow tree in Erdaodi!"

"I want it!"

Before Lao Qi finished speaking, he had already picked up a 38-meter cap. After slowly loading the gun, he placed the muzzle of the gun 20 centimeters away from the shooting hole.

"Others, please avoid the cannon!"

Ma Jintao issued the order again, and the surrounding soldiers immediately increased their vigilance. Thanks to the guidance of Wei Ran in the past few days, they dug many reverse bunkers to avoid artillery.

"Bang!"

With a crisp gunshot, Wei Ran, who was also holding a telescope, could clearly see that the reflective telescope in the observation hole on the opposite side was hit by a bullet, and the Japanese soldier holding the telescope also slipped to the side.

Seeing that the hit hit, everyone immediately tensed up their nerves. However, after waiting for almost 10 minutes, not even a single bullet came from the other side.

"You're not even fighting back? You're not even firing?" Ma Jintao muttered in confusion, "Why is this damn bastard such a shrinking bastard?"

"Otherwise, let Brother Wei give them another gas bomb?" Zhao Jinyu had a bad idea.

"no"

Wei Ran refused before Ma Jintao could speak, "We only have a few pills in total. There is no chance of winning in a gas war. It's better not to pick this one."

"Then it's just such a waste?" Zhao Jinyu muttered.

"Wait, I just don't understand, what are these damn devils waiting for?" Ma Jintao couldn't help but muttered.

"I guess I'm waiting for the wind."

Wei Ran said uncertainly, "Wait for the wind to blow from their side to our side."

"Waiting for the wind?"

Zhao Jinyu and Ma Jintao didn't react at first, but soon they both shivered.

If you follow this line of thinking, it is not difficult to predict that once the opponent gains the upper hand, they may immediately launch a poison gas war.

"Then let's..."

"Don't panic"

Wei Ran waved his hand, "It's not up to the Japanese to decide what kind of wind blows. If they are against the wind, I guess they will have to..."
To be continued...