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Chapter 947 Hell (Second update, please subscribe)
Air!

Who would have thought that in this thick green fog that brings death, air has become the most precious thing.

Those kneeling, kneeling Brazilians desperately wanted to breathe, but what they inhaled into their lungs was poisonous chlorine gas.

No matter how they breathe, the air always seems to be insufficient, just can’t get into their lungs, no matter how they breathe, the fatal suffocation feels like something is strangling their necks, making them unable to breathe air at all .

The people who couldn't breathe, desperately tore off their collars, scratched their throats and chests, and grabbed their necks desperately, even pulling out their flesh and blood.

At the same time, their lungs were ruptured due to the severe coughing, and blood foam continued to flow from the corners of their lips.There are some who cough up the lobes of their lungs.

"Ah...help...help me...cough...cough...help..."

In the next ten minutes, desperate screams and cries echoed in the green smoke. No one knew what happened. They just greeted death in the smoke with violent coughing and suffocation. Advent.

Only a few people saw that the situation was not good, so they dropped their weapons and ran towards the rear in horror.

Behind them, the yellow-green smoke, caressed by the breeze, chased those fleeing people like death. It quickly occupied the rear trenches of the Brazilians. Compared with the front line, there were more people here, and the smoke After falling into the trenches, the fear of death spreads in the trenches.

In the smog where you can't see your fingers, the screams after your eyes were burned by chlorine gas, desperate cries and violent coughing are all mixed together, and the sound of heavy and rapid breathing when you can't breathe, the green smoke seems to be A green hell, in the hell, the cries of ghosts echoed on the ground.

Under the action of the wind, the green smoke continued to spread toward the rear.On this day, the god of death came to this world in a very special way, not black, but green...

This thick green fog seemed to be the breath of Death.Anyone who is in it is doomed.

Even more frightening than death is fear of the unknown.I don't know how many people left their line of defense in despair and fled backwards.

"beep……"

At 6:30 in the morning, a shrill whistle sounded in the trenches. Almost at the same time as the whistle sounded, the squad platoon leaders were the first to jump out of the trenches, waving their pistols at the enemy's defense line.

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

The soldiers who had endured for a long time in the trenches were all scrambling to jump out of the trenches. As soon as they got out of the trenches, they rushed forward with the squad leaders.

"Beep...beep beep...beep..."

After rushing out of the trench, Wang Qingshan, with a pistol in his hand, flew towards the Brazilian trench with a cat on his back, biting his whistle and issuing orders with his whistle. Whistle, the soldiers of the Ming army have learned how to distinguish the whistle from the noisy whistle on the training ground. When they heard the whistle, they immediately carried out tactical actions according to the order, even though their hearts were extremely nervous, But the tactical actions are still not sloppy at all. After all, long-term training has already formed muscle memory.

When they charged, they also saw the green thick fog in the distance, but the thick fog on the Brazilians' forward positions had already gone a lot.

what is that?
No one asked, they just charged recklessly. Above their heads, shells whizzed past, but none of them fell on the Brazilian defense line. This was long-range artillery fire, but the Brazilian shells Constantly falling to their side.

The sound of explosions came and went, one after another, the shells continued to explode around the soldiers. Amidst the violent explosions, some soldiers fell down from time to time, but the others still rushed forward desperately.

At this time, only the whistle of the officers and the shouts of the soldiers remained on the battlefield.

attack!attack!
In the soldier's dictionary, once the order to "attack" is received, there is only one simple goal - to attack!Keep attacking!until all enemies are killed!

attack!

In order to cooperate with the poisonous gas attack, before the battle, the troops issued hoods and protective masks to the soldiers. The so-called protective masks are very simple, they are made of towels and bandages, but before the attack, the towel pieces need to be soaked in urine Let’s take a look—according to the experience of chemical plants, urea can react with chlorine gas to reduce the toxicity of chlorine gas. Multi-layer wet towels and urine, although it seems very simple, can effectively reduce the toxicity of chlorine gas.

Although they all wear masks, the soldiers can still smell the pungent smell in the air, which is not strong. However, the battlefield at this time is displayed in front of them in a different situation. It's too weird!
The Brazilians seemed to have abandoned their defenses, and even when they got close to the barbed wire and cut it with iron tongs, the Brazilian position was still dead silent, not only was there no gunfire, but there was no movement.Not even birdsong.

A strange emotion enveloped their hearts.

How is this going?

With such doubts in mind, Wang Qingshan and his comrades crossed the barbed wire fence. At this time, they were all shrouded in a cloud of faint green smoke. There was no sound, no people's roars in the Brazilian defense line, and there was a dead silence between the heavens and the earth. !
Even the birds disappeared.

Finally, they came to the trenches, and the next moment, everyone was stunned, what was presented in front of their eyes?
It was a trench filled with corpses—the Brazilian trenches were full of corpses.

Thousands of corpses almost filled the entire trench. In the green smoke that filled the trench, those corpses with different postures looked like evil spirits who had come out of hell.

They stretched out their hands, desperately upwards, as if they wanted to rush out of that piece of hell, their expressions were ferocious, their hands grabbed their necks, their necks were covered with scratches, and some even scratched their own The throats were scratched, and their military uniforms were torn apart without exception. Before dying, they all grabbed their chests without exception. Their chests were full of scratches. It seemed that at the moment of death, They want to rip their chests open to let air in.

What's going on here?
No one knows, but one thing's for sure - all dead!
without exception

(End of this chapter)