Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Each white phosphorous bullet weighed 3 kg, and only the strongest soldier could use this kind of heavy glass bomb. This was because the soldier had to accurately throw the white phosphorous bullet above the head of the enemy group, and at the very least, ensure a 3 m height.

The white phosphorous bullet was made up of two parts, and at the center of it all was a normal hand grenade. It had a time delay fuse and a strong explosive, the grenadier pulled the fuse from the device to ignite the time delay fuse, and then threw the bomb out.

Above the enemy's head, a grenade would not only burn the white phosphorous liquid by shattering the glass bottle, but also increase the killing effect by spraying the white phosphorous liquid onto a larger area through the power of the explosion.

It was obvious how difficult it was to use this weapon to test the throwing skills of soldiers. In fact, all soldiers in Xiao Letian's army had to undergo strict throwing training as the grenade was the only way to make up for the lack of cannons in the Marine Corps.

In the new army, the grenadier was not just a single unit, but a type of glory that was bestowed to the soldiers. Those who had the qualifications to the grenadier, would also have the qualifications to come into contact with the white phosphorous bullet.

Wang Chen was a grenadier. On his military registration paper, he wrote it very clearly. At this moment, he was holding onto a three kilogram heavy bomb in his hand.

"You have to be more than three meters tall. You have to expand the coverage of your injuries. Calm down, you have to be calm!" "You can do it, you can definitely do it …" Wang Chen tried his best to cheer himself up, trying to take a deep breath to calm himself down. In order to better utilize the strength of his arms, he had already taken off his shirt, the cold mountain breeze causing goosebumps to form all over his body.

Staring at him, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the hair rope with his left hand and shouted, "Damn you!" "Here's a pot of good wine for you …" Wang Chen used the power from his waist and rushed out from his concealed state, rushing forward to face the enemy's rain of bullets.

"Ah …" The brave soldier bellowed and ran towards the enemy. He didn't even know the pain of bullets hitting his waist. At that moment, all he could see was the black tide of enemies in front of him.

CHI * Wang Chen's right arm suddenly released a powerful roar as he threw out the white phosphorous bullet in his hand. The fat glass bottle rolled and flew into the sky, the sparks shooting out from its tail drawing a bright spiral in the night sky.

"So beautiful!" "It's just like the fireworks you put on during the new year …" Just as Wang Chen was sighing with sorrow for the result, there was a sharp pain in his left shoulder as another bullet bit into his flesh.

"F * ck …" Hurry up and run … " He was in so much pain that he turned around and fled into the trench. Three more muffled sounds rang out and three more bullet bites landed on his butt.

There were a total of three people who invested with Wang Chen in the white phosphorous bullet, and four white phosphorous bullet s were thrown into the air. However, only two people had escaped back into the trench, while the remaining two grenadier s were killed on the spot.

However, there was no blood that flowed in vain. The four glass bottle s rolling in the sky had attracted the attention of everyone present. No one among the attacking Russian Army knew what kind of secret weapon it was.

However, the next second, the explosion left everyone dumbfounded. Bang bang bang bang … After four muffled sounds, people saw a blue light suddenly spill out from the top of their heads, as if someone had knocked over a bucket of blue fuel.

At the foot of the mountain, Akson suddenly felt his heart tighten, as though someone was ruthlessly pinching him. He screamed in fear, "Not good … What is that thing? "

No one answered his question because in the next second, the answer was given on the battlefield! The Netherworld Ghost Flame was like a dense forest in the early morning. It rushed down as if it had a soul, but within its gentleness, there were layers of killing intent.

He had to admit that the blue rain of fire that fell from the sky was quite beautiful. Under the pitch-black night sky and the blue light shining from ten li away, everyone on the left and right of the battlefield could clearly see it.

The soldiers who were under the rain of fire were shocked. They looked up, unaware that Death was smiling at them.

The rain of fire finally fell upon the soldier's skin. In that instant, the absolute beauty had become a fatal blow!

"Ah …" Screams could be heard on the battlefield as over a thousand degrees of high-temperature ghost flames began to burn their way into their flesh, burning through their flesh and penetrating into their bone marrow.

The soldiers were rolling on the ground in pain. They wanted to use the sand to extinguish the flames, but it was useless. The intense pain made the soldiers lose their minds. They desperately tried to catch the people around them.

"Save me! Please save me... Splashing water to extinguish the fire! "It hurts …"

A soldier covered in blue flames threw his comrades to the ground. The ghost fire was like a contagious disease that jumped from soldier to soldier.

Four incendiary bombs, each one covering approximately sixty square meters of ground. This area of the burning attack shouldn't be able to completely change the outcome of the battle, but everyone underestimated the impact of unknown weapons on the human psyche.

This terrifying blue flame immediately destroyed Russian Army's morale. They were not afraid of any powerful army in this world, but towards this attack method that was similar to 'God's Punishment', they still felt fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Akson's body swayed and almost fell to the ground. This was the first time he had heard such a miserable howl, he never thought that a human could scream this miserably.

"What weapon is this? Dammit, who told me what kind of weapon this is? " All of Akson's mature camouflage had been destroyed, he had regained the emotions that a young person should have.

After all, Molière had experienced much more than the young ones. He supported Akson and whispered to him, "You are the commander, what the army wants now is not your emotional state, but your decision! Immediately make a decision. Whether it's to continue the attack or to temporarily retreat, you have to be able to stabilize the situation … "

"You can't panic, first you can't panic, Xiao Letian does have all kinds of strange weapons, but so what? Is it because the enemy's weapon is weird that they stopped fighting? "

Akson looked at the soldiers who were struggling in the fire. Some of them even jumped into the small stream, but were unable to extinguish their flames. The burning blue flames actually spread out along with the water current, and the small stream was quickly covered with corpses.

The flames had already turned into hell, and all the soldiers in the area that were not covered by the will-o '-wisp were dumbfounded. They had completely forgotten that they were still on the battlefield, each and every one of them helplessly standing there, watching their comrade struggle and scream in the raging flames, while they themselves did not dare to help at all.

The four white phosphorous bullet immediately reversed the situation, closely followed by the concentrated attacks of the kerosene bombs. Once again, the Molotov's cocktail was burnt to the ground.

"The Gatling has opened fire... Drive these damned Russian into the flames! Burn them to death, burn them to death … " Wang Chen, whose butt was wrapped in layers of gauze, seemed to not feel any pain as he jumped up and down in the trench.

The cries of Gatling could be heard once again. The enemies in front of them were as if they were cut down by wheat.