Chapter 32 Chemical War

In the early morning of March 19, there was not much sound on the fog-covered front.

On the trench, the flying military flag and the national flag slightly pointed to the enemy's trench opposite the trench. After the weatherman picked up the anemometer to measure the wind speed, he picked up the phone and reported the meteorological conditions on the front line to the headquarters.

"The wind speed is 2-3 meters per second, and the wind is towards the northeast..."

A few minutes later, the order of the general attack reached the forward troops that were already on standby. After the gunner took off his gun coat, he began to unscrew the steel plug of the warhead of the shell and twist the fuse for the shell. The shells were placed more than one meter away from the gun position, and on the front mortar position, there were shells. Take it out of the bullet box and put it on the tiled canvas. The fuse bolt is directly pulled out by them, and they will hit the most intensive fire within the first time they receive the order.

While the artillery were preparing for the general attack, the officers of submachine guns that had solved the problems such as jams after several improvements in the front trenches distributed insurance policies and letters, and loudly reminded the soldiers of the important surnames of the insurance policy.

According to the Imperial Guards Welfare Act signed by His Majesty, the Guards have purchased insurance for every officer and soldier. The insurance compensation and pension are enough for their families to live the rest of their lives without worries after their deaths. As officers, they must repeatedly remind the soldiers before fighting that the insurance policy and the important Surname.

"Everyone should fill in the insurance policy carefully! If the beneficiary is killed in action, he can get an insurance premium of 500 yuan! If you don't have relatives, you can donate to the Imperial Education Foundation and the Remains Foundation. Of course, if you want, you can also donate to the Guards Army, but I will definitely not do so. Everyone must write a will, and after it is handed over to the monitor, it will be sealed by the officer.

Insurance plus pension of up to 800 yuan, perhaps this is the best compensation for the current economic conditions of the empire. Although everyone knows that His Majesty prefers to support the families of the fallen officers and soldiers, the restrictions of the economic conditions of the empire make it just an illusion, but at least now the empire is glorious. The military academy has been completed, and disabled soldiers can apply to enter the Rong Military Academy, where disabled officers and soldiers who have fought for His Majesty can be taken care of by His Majesty.

"My father is well! Son, your son, I didn't humiliate you. If you see this letter, it means that your son and I have been in Lingyan Pavilion to enjoy three sacrifices a year! You once said that it is the glory of our generation to enjoy the Lingyan Pavilion behind us. Loyalty and filial piety cannot be both. As a guard soldier, my son is honored by your majesty and enjoy the glory of the people of the empire. In fact, I can only repay your majesty and the country with flesh and blood. My child can't be filial piety. I hope my father will s scold him for his son's disloyal piety after his son's death. If I can slow down my father. The sadness, the child also smiles in the nine springs..."

When writing his will, Zhao Sheng wrote while wiping his tears. The Zhao family has been a small businessman for generations and has never been a figure, but now he has become a captain of the Imperial Guards. I'm afraid that this is the largest official of the Zhao family for many generations, and he has even been awarded the third-class guard of the Empire Yunmo Medal by His Majesty's Sidian.

Since the troops were transferred to the northeast of Shaanxi, he had imagined serving His Majesty and the country with death. But now after really facing such a big war, he couldn't help but have a little more concern. He is the only son of the Zhao family. When he is facing the situation of dying, he will inevitably shed tears.

At this time, the whole trench was quiet. Both officers and soldiers lay on empty ammunition boxes and wrote their own wills and carefully filled in insurance policies. At this time, the Guards had always forced the cultural literacy school to use it. At least all soldiers did not need to let him The insurance policy and the will filled in by the person's behalf.

The atmosphere seemed a little strange. Finally, the wills were put into envelopes one by one, and then into big letter bags. The officers and soldiers watched the messengers take the letter bags to the rear. Maybe tomorrow, I don't know how many letters will be sent there, maybe half, maybe more. They know what the enemy they are facing is. People are not those Qing soldiers who can be repelled by charging with a bayonet, nor the Hezhou army who is brave and flexible with a big knife, but an army of great powers for the rest of the rest of a hundred battles.

During the periphery of Fengtian, the First Guards Army sent nearly 10,000 death notices a day, but what about now?

Alive! Or dying is a choice for everyone.

"Brothers!"

Zhao Sheng looked at Lian Li's subordinates.

"Here, I just want to remind you that as a soldier of the imperial guard, it is up to kill the enemy bravely, die like a soldier, or be executed like a coward. Zhao will die as a soldier. I hope you will cherish the glory of participating in the rewriting of the battle of national fortune and add honor to the flag of the Guards. The family is more brilliant!"

After saying this, Zhao Sheng made a military salute to his subordinates.

"Farewell to this!"

"Lingyan Pavilion will meet again!"

The soldiers gave a military salute and replied in a neat but low voice in a low voice. This was a requirement not to make a loud noise, even if the officers and soldiers said goodbye.

"Fold up a ladder! Everyone is ready!"

Dozens of minutes later, when a group of engineers began to pick up the explosives and the wind rolled up the flag to the position of the Japanese army, in the front-line trenches, following the orders of the non-commissioned officers and officers, the soldiers who had been nervously waiting to be tortured in the middle of the night, leaned on the side of the trench with wooden ladders, and the trenches up to two meters deep had to borrow a ladder. Go up.

Reaching the front line under the order of the attack, the soldiers in the trench understand that maybe this will be the last dawn they have experienced, and maybe they have no chance to see the sun rise again.

"The bayonet!"

With the officers of two divisions in more than a dozen trenches on the front of hundreds of kilometers, they issued this order almost at the same time.

The soldiers put bayonets on the rifle one after another, and the trenches resounded with the sound of metal impact when the bayonet was installed. Then the soldiers leaned on the rifle. Every soldier of the assault battalion looked a little anxious and excited. In anticipation, they looked up at the trench chest wall with fear. They would jump out of this deep wall for the first time. Mi's trenches launched an attack on the position of the Japanese army.

The next second, on March 21, at 6:03, a series of slight explosions sounded on the front line at the same time. After the continuous but not violent explosions, thousands of cylinders did not explode violently, and they all raised thick smoke, and the green smoke quickly turned to the Japanese army under the use of the wind. It is permeated.

The green smoke seemed to be mixed in the mist, like a green elf, beautiful and delicate. The green elves were not blown away by the wind, but clung to the ground and kept rolling forward. The elves' tentacles squirmed elegantly without making any sound. The wind stroked the thick green elf. Like a mother who spoils them, she stroked their bodies and called it to swim to the northeast.

"What is that!"

Housheng Jiro, standing in the guard post, looked at the dazzling, beautiful, slowly squirming green fog in the mist, and a doubt rose in his heart.

"My God, what a beautiful fog!"

"Yes, such a beautiful fog, if only Keiko were here!"

"This is definitely a fog worth kneeling down and appreciating!"

The soldiers in the trench looked at the strange but delicate green fog in surprise. At this time, they seemed to forget that when Satan appeared in the world, he often put on the most beautiful coat, just like this green elf. Under the reflection of the morning sun, the green fog rolling on the ground was so beautiful. Who would have thought that it was so beautiful. How can it be the appearance of Satan?

Finally, in the admiration of the Japanese soldiers, the green fog slowly rolled over the chest wall in front of them. When they were about to roll into the trench, they stretched out their hands and touched the green fog like children, when they laughed.

"What kind of taste is this!"

"Why does it smell so bad!"

Before the person was tall and the yellow-green smoke rolled into the trench, some Japanese soldiers with a keen sense of smell had smelled the pungent smell in the air, but these had rolled. Just as they shouted, the yellow-green smoke "fell" into the trench.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

The violent cough sounded on the Japanese army's defense line. The cough became more and more dense and louder, accompanied by the cough and the frightened shouts of the Japanese soldiers.

"What's going on!"

In the thick yellow-green smoke, every time Panasonic Qingci shouted loudly, he made his chest more stuffy, and with the dull pain in his chest, he felt more and more disgusting.

"Jew..."

Not only is he alone, but the Japanese soldiers lying on the trench are full of vomiting. Some people have fallen into the trenches, and more smoke is inhaled into their bodies. Slowly, their breathing becomes more and more rapid, but the air seems to be insufficient. No matter how they breathe, they are desperately stuffy. The feeling forced them to tear open their collars and grab their chests.

"Ah...cough...cough...mom..."

In just a minute or two, screams and shouts echoed over the trenches. No one knew what had happened. These soldiers who had promised Wuyong gave up their responsibilities. They left their weapons and shouted and ran to the rear. At this time, the yellow-green smoke had occupied the army under the breeze. Compared with the front-line shooting trench, there are more people here. After the smoke fell into the trench, the same panic spread in the reserve trench, with a violent cough and a cry when it was unable to breathe. This desperate cry like falling into hell echoed over the trench.

"Beep..."

At 6:08, a shrill whistle sounded. In the trench, the squad leader was the first to step on the ladder and jump out of the trench. They waved the weapons in their hands and ordered the soldiers to charge.

"Quick...Quick, fast..."

In the trench, the sound of metal collision sounded as the soldiers scrambled to climb out of the trench.

" Du... Du Du... Du..."

After rushing out of the trench, Zhao Sheng, who was holding a submachine gun, approached the trench of the Japanese army with a cat's waist. On the other hand, he bit the whistle and issued an order with the whistle. First, he contacted the whistle, and then the command whistle. The soldiers who had learned how to distinguish the military whistle in the mixed whistle on the training ground immediately fought according to the order. Although the inner tension is extremely tense, the tactical action is extremely skilled.

The shells fired from the square swept over their heads, and not a single shot fell on the enemy's defense line in front of them. This was a long-range shot, but the Japanese army's shells kept falling on their side.

At this time, the whistle on the battlefield is monotonous, just a rapid attack whistle, attack, attack! In the order received by Zhao Sheng, there are only a few simple words, attack! Kill the enemy! Attack again!

Although wearing masks, the attacking officers and soldiers can still smell the pungent strange smell in the air. In this pungent strange smell, a strange mood emerges in their hearts. The battlefield is too strange. Although there are continuous bullets firing on the Japanese defense line, those bullets are not accurate at all. The head can't even catch up with the threat of the Japanese artillery that shoots from a long distance.

What's going on?

With this question in mind, especially when he heard the violent cough from the military defense line, Zhao Sheng's question in his heart was even stronger. He faintly saw the low chest wall in front of the military trench, and a burst of raindrop-like grenades were thrown from the top of his head. It was the grenade thrown by the second-line grenadiers, which was violent. In the sound of the explosion, the air wave of the explosion finally blew away some smoke.

Zhao Sheng has finally been able to see the situation in the Japanese army's trenches, but this will not allow him to think too much. When those Japanese soldiers who coughed and saw the enemy rushing to their positions, they almost instinctively launched a counterattack, but their counterattack was weak. In the battle, the soldiers were surprised to find that Their enemies were so weak that they couldn't even push the bayonet that stabbed them.

"Kill!"

With the roar, the bayonet fell into the chest of a Japanese soldier. When changing the magazine for the submachine gun, Zhao Sheng was surprised to see that some Japanese soldiers had a relieved smile on their faces when they were killed. It was expected that the fierce battle did not happen. It was almost easy for them to attack without resistance. It defeated the defense line of the Japanese army.

While the attacking troops broke through the Japanese army's shooting trenches, dozens of trucks with steel plates were driving on the ground frozen by the bottom temperature at night. When the truck approached the front trenches of the Japanese army, the engineers standing next to the trucks immediately removed the truck's cargo boards and cleaned the Japanese army's trenches with submachine guns. The engineers quickly laid several meters of cargo plates on the Japanese army' trenches and drove out of two bridges for cars. The truck drove through the Japanese army's trenches and headed for the history of the Japanese army's second line of defense. Although the bullets kept hitting the car and the shells occasionally exploded near the car, they could not stop these trucks from driving. The truck When driving at a distance of only more than 200 meters from the second trench of the Japanese army, he immediately turned the direction and turned to the trench of the Japanese army with the rear of the car. The co-pilot then burst the special explosion bolt, and more chlorine gas was released closer to the second line of defense of the Japanese army.

At this breakthrough point, the second wave replenished up to 18 tons of chlorine gas, which was lower than the first wave of 24 tons, but it made the smoke that seemed to fade heavier.

(to be continued)