When the Battle of Dardanelles broke out, the battle on the Western Front broke out again.

This time, Xia Fei was still the one who took the initiative to attack. Don't be surprised. The French were so stupid. Xia Fei used 14 divisions to attack St. Michael on a fifty-mile-wide battlefield, and 360 artillery pieces provided cover for the offensive troops.

As the World War entered its second year, generals of the British and French coalition forces believed that the failure of the front-line troops was largely attributed to the insufficient support provided by the artillery troops. Several attacks launched by the Southern African Expeditionary Force strongly supported this conclusion.

The infantry units of the Southern African Expeditionary Force were not equipped with artillery, but the Southern African Expeditionary Force had two powerful artillery divisions, with more than 200 large-caliber artillery pieces of 120 mm and 150 mm caliber. Although the artillery troops did not help much in the "Operation Victory Horn", in Xiafei and Frenzi's view, only this conclusion can be accepted by them.

After the "Operation Victory Horn", Xiafei and Frenzi asked that more artillery participate in the attack before the battle was launched and longer fire strikes. When the World War just broke out, the fire attacks launched by the battle were only half an hour. After the New Year, the fire attacks started by the battle had reached more than four hours, and were soon extended to the current 24 hours.

If the war is fought like this, no amount of shells will be enough.

But this is obviously just the beginning. The shelling time in the future may take more than a week. The arsenal in the rear is working hard to organize production, women assemble shells on the production line, and the same is true for Niasaran's arsenal.

After the 24-hour shelling, the effect was not obvious. Germany occupied St. Michael last fall, and then St. Michael built a complete fortification. The barbed wire mesh in front of the position was 50 feet wide and fifty miles long. The German army used concrete to build solid fortifications to protect artillery and heavy machine guns, and laid landmines under the barbed wire mesh. The French army attacked suffered heavy casualties, with casualties reaching 62,000 within six days. The attack stopped silently. This attack was called the "Battle of Waffer."

On the third day of the battle of St. Michael, the German troops in Ypres also began to attack, and the second Battle of Ypres broke out.

The battle began at 6 a.m. on April 7, and started first in the area defended by the Third Infantry Regiment of the Second Cavalry Division.

It is usually breakfast time at six o'clock. Sergeant Heywood's breakfast is five boiled eggs that have been cooled, a box of canned beef, a cup of steaming milk, and a cup of vodka produced in Johannesburg.

Alcohol is the standard equipment for frontline soldiers. Soldiers need alcohol to forget their fears. French soldiers can get one liter of brandy every day. The supply of brandy is much more abundant than shells. British soldiers like to drink rum the most. Southern African soldiers like wine or vodka. No matter which one, they must be produced in Southern Africa.

After breakfast, there was also coffee from East India. The coffee was set up on the fire by a large iron bucket. The soldiers took it at will and brought it with their own containers. Some people used white enamel jars distributed by the Expeditionary Force, some used steel helmets, and some people put steaming coffee in their kettles as drinks. The coffee in the iron bucket did not contain sugar, so they wanted to put it with the sweet ones themselves. The soldiers' supplies had a small bag of candy. Although the quantity was not large, it was enough to drink coffee.

Several soldiers next to Heywood were gathering together to play poker. There was no complicated game rules, and the simple comparison of sizes. The most common bet was cigarettes. Each time one was not capped. The bet gradually increased after "Operation Victory Horn". Gem rings and gold pocket watches often appeared. Needless to say, they were all trophys in combat with the German army.

Haywood was not playing cards, he sat upright, with a towel around his chin, and Corporal James was helping him repair his beard.

Before joining the army, James was a barber, and many people in the group asked James for help, one shilling at a time.

Unlike many people with big beards, Heywood has high requirements for image. The beard on his chin and cheeks must be trimmed cleanly, the beard on his lips must be trimmed into exquisite shapes, the ends must be slightly curled, the sideburns must be trimmed into sharp angles like the tip of the knife, and after trimming, hair wax must be used to clean the hair neatly. Heywood's good friend, Sergeant Klester, who also served in the Third Infantry Regiment of Elizabeth, often mocked Heywood, saying that he was a gorgeous turkey and was about to be sent to the dining table.

The same is true today. When James trimmed Haywood's beard, Klester was sarcastic about all kinds of sarcasm.

"Hey hey, James, your method is wrong. Look, the angles of the beards on both sides are inconsistent, which will affect our Mr. Heywood's image—"

"Why don't you trim his eyebrows too? I think it would be better to shave off the eyebrows too-"

"Hywood, to be honest, if you change your suit later, you can go to Buckingham Palace with the Lord to attend a banquet. Maybe the king will marry you when he sees you so handsome!"

"Shut up Klester, you're like five hundred ducks-" Heywood couldn't help but fight back, this was the way they communicated.

"Hahahaha--" Kleist was satisfied, laughed and looked around, casually glanced at the front of the position.

Then Christ fell into a dullness.

"What's wrong?" Haywood felt the abnormality of Klester. Under normal circumstances, Klester couldn't be quiet for a second.

"The fog today is a bit strange-" Klester stared at the front of the position in a daze and looked puzzled.

Haywood signaled James to stop, stood up and looked ahead of the position.

About one hundred meters ahead of the position, the thick fog that could not be seen was spreading towards the position of Elizabeth's Third Infantry Regiment. It was different from the usual white fog. This time the fog looked white from a distance, but when it floated closer to Klester, it found that the fog was actually yellow-green.

"What a strange color, why is it green?" Kleist had curiosity and fear in his eyes. The green fog in front of him was like an unknown monster rolling in. Carleist did not know what was in the fog, but it felt very dangerous.

The sixth sense of a soldier is also very sensitive.

"Green fog - green fog - what's the fuck? Put on the gas mask first-" Haywood jumped up suddenly, and then he remembered that the Umbrella Company had conducted similar exercises before.

"Damn it - gas mask! Wear a mask - put on the gas mask-" Kleist woke up as if he was dreaming, shouting, rolling and crawling into the tunnel to search for his backpack.

Last winter, the 8th German Army used the first poison gas in East Prussia's battle against the Russian Empire.

However, because the weather was cold at that time and the poison gas was pre-cooled and solidified, it did not play a good role. The Russian Empire reported to the British and French coalition forces as usual about the use of poison gas to the German army. However, because the poison gas did not cause major casualties to the Russian Empire's troops, the British and French coalition forces did not pay attention to it.

The German army also realized the impact of the weather on poisonous gas, so they endured it until now that they used poisonous gas again in war.

You said it was a coincidence that when the Southern African Expeditionary Force came to Europe, everyone was equipped with gas masks. At that time, Rock's reason was to deal with the smog in London, and now it finally came in handy.

James was overwhelmed with horror when Klester and Heywood put on masks.

"Go and find your gas mask to put on. This may be a toxic gas-" Haywood yelled at James, his voice coming out through the gas mask was a little stuffy, but he could still hear it clearly.

"I-I-my-my gas mask is gone-" James almost burst into tears. The thick yellow-green fog was less than fifty meters away from the trench of Elizabeth's Third Infantry Regiment.

"Why?" Haywood was surprised.

"I thought the gas mask was useless-" James was about to collapse. The soldiers around him had already put on gas masks, all of whom were like goblins in the legend of the Witch. Although they looked funny, people without gas masks were even more funny.

"Damn, you're done! Generals are always smarter than you and will not spend money to buy you useless things-" Kleist said with pity, but he was also helping to find a way: "Who has the extra gas mask?"

The soldiers around were shaking their heads. Their eyes were filled with worry when they looked at James, surrounding James, as if this could separate James from the poison gas.

"God, save me! I don't want to die-" James finally collapsed, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

Haywood did not shed tears. He had half of his ears knocked out by a stray bullet last winter without crying.

When the others were at a loss, Haywood noticed the towel in James's hand, then grabbed it and started taking off his pants.

James was simply shocked.

Haywood worked hard to get lucky—

It's useless. Heywood had just used the toilet before his haircut.

Fortunately, there were many soldiers around, and there were people helping me immediately. A large group of people were busy taking off their pants. The white towel suddenly became wet, dripping with ticking.

"Cover your nose and mouth--" Heywood handed James with his fingertips at a corner of the still ticking towel.

James didn't dare to answer.

"Cover-Cover-Cover-" It tasted a bit big and the color was a little yellow. James felt his stomach was struggling.

"Cover your nose and mouth, or you'll wait for yourself to flee little by little-" Heywood slammed the towel on James' face, lifted his pants and picked up his rifle and entered the battle position.

At this time, the thick green fog had already floated over the trenches.

The other soldiers have also entered the combat position, and no one really laughed at how embarrassed James is.

"Damn your grandma's Jerry--" James howled, and resolutely covered the towel on his nose and mouth, covering it firmly.

Haywood, who had already entered the combat position, shook his head repeatedly. This guy is probably a bit careless, but you twist it—
Chapter completed!