Who would have thought that in this thick green fog that brings death, air would become the most precious thing.
Those Brazilians who were kneeling and lying down tried their best to breathe, but what they breathed into their lungs was poisonous chlorine gas.
No matter how they breathed, there always seemed to be not enough air. They just couldn't breathe into their lungs. No matter how they breathed, the terrible suffocation felt like someone was strangling their necks, making them unable to breathe at all.
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People who couldn't breathe desperately tore open their collars and clawed at their throats and chests. They grabbed their necks desperately and even pulled out their flesh and blood.
At the same time, their lungs were bursting with violent coughing, and blood foam continued to flow from the corners of their lips. Some people coughed up their lungs.
"Ah...save...save me...cough...cough...save..."
In the next ten minutes, desperate screams and cries echoed in the green smoke. No one knew what happened. They just faced death in despair with violent coughing and suffocation in the smoke.
Arrive.
Only a few people saw that the situation was not good, so they dropped their weapons and ran towards the rear in panic.
Behind them, the yellow-green smoke was blown by the breeze, chasing those who escaped like the god of death. It quickly occupied the Brazilians' rear trenches. There were more people here than on the front line, and the smoke
After falling into the trench, the fear of death spread in the trench.
In the blinding smoke, the screams after the eyes were burned by chlorine gas, the desperate cries and the violent coughing were all confused together, and the sound of heavy and rapid breathing when unable to breathe, the green smoke seemed to become
A green hell, in which the cries of evil ghosts echoed across the earth.
Under the influence of the wind, the green smoke continued to spread toward the rear. On this day, death came to this world in a very special way, not black, but green...
This thick green fog seems to be the breath exhaled by the god of death. Anyone in it will not escape death.
What is more frightening than death is people's fear of the unknown. I don't know how many people dropped their defenses in despair and scrambled to escape.
"beep……"
At 6:30 in the morning, a shrill and piercing whistle sounded in the trenches. Almost at the same time as the whistle sounded, the squad and platoon leaders were the first to jump out of the trenches, waving their pistols and pointing at the enemy's defense lines.
"Quick...quick, quick...rush..."
The soldiers who had been patient in the trenches for a long time all rushed out of the trenches. As soon as they got out of the trenches, they followed the squad and platoon leaders and charged forward.
"Beep...beep...beep...beep..."
After rushing out of the trench, Wang Qingshan, who was holding a pistol, flew towards the Brazilian trench while holding his waist. He bit the whistle and blew the order with the whistle. After the liaison whistle he sent received a response, he blew the order again.
Whistle, the soldiers of the Ming Army had already learned how to distinguish the whistle among the noisy whistles on the training ground. When they heard the whistle, they immediately carried out tactical actions according to the order, even though they were extremely nervous inside.
But the tactical movements are still not sloppy in the slightest. After all, long-term training has long formed muscle memory.
During their charge, they also saw the thick green fog in the distance, but the thick fog on the Brazilian's forward position had already faded a lot.
what is that?
No one asked, they just charged desperately. Above their heads, artillery shells kept whizzing past, but none of them fell on the Brazilian defense line. This was long-range artillery fire, but the Brazilian artillery shells
It keeps falling next to them.
Explosions came one after another, and shells one after another continued to explode around the soldiers. Amidst the violent explosions, soldiers fell from time to time, but others still charged forward regardless of the cost.
At this time, only the whistles of the officers and the shouts of the soldiers were left on the battlefield.
Attack! Attack!
In the dictionary of soldiers, once you receive the order to "attack", there is only one simple goal - attack! Attack non-stop! Until all the enemies are killed!
attack!
In order to cooperate with the poison gas attack, the army issued hoods and protective masks to the soldiers before the battle. The so-called protective masks are very simple, they are made from towels and bandages. However, before the attack, the towel pieces need to be soaked in urine.
Take a look - According to the experience of chemical plants, urea can react chemically with chlorine to reduce the toxicity of chlorine. Multiple layers of wet towels plus urine, although it seems very simple, can effectively reduce the toxicity of chlorine.
Although they all wore masks, the soldiers could still smell the pungent smell in the air. The smell was not strong. However, the battlefield at this time was displayed in front of them in another situation. The environment on the battlefield was real.
It’s too weird!
The Brazilians seemed to have given up on their defense. Even when they approached the barbed wire and cut it with iron pliers, the Brazilian position was still silent. Not only was there no gunfire, there was no movement. There were not even birds.
Call.
A strange emotion enveloped their hearts.
How is this going?
With such questions in mind, Wang Qingshan and his comrades crossed the barbed wire fence. At this time, they were all shrouded in a faint green smoke. There was no sound on the Brazilian defense line, no people's roars, and there was dead silence between heaven and earth.
!
Even the birds disappeared.
Finally, they arrived in front of the trench. The next moment, everyone was stunned. What was in front of them?
It was a trench filled with corpses—the Brazilian trenches were filled with corpses.
Thousands of corpses almost filled the entire trench. In the green smoke that filled the trenches, the corpses with different postures looked like evil ghosts coming out of hell.
They stretched out their hands desperately, as if they were trying to break out of that hell. Their expressions were ferocious, their hands were grabbing their necks, and their necks were covered with scratches. Some even cut their own
Their throats were scratched, and their military uniforms were torn apart without exception. Before dying, they all grabbed their chests. Their chests were full of scratches. It seemed that at the moment of death,
They want to tear their chests open to let air into their bodies.
What's going on here?
No one knows, but one thing is certain - everyone is dead!