On the battlefield, anyone gets tired. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even, sometimes, killing, will kill very tired!

This kind of exhaustion is not the kind of physical exhaustion in a simple sense, but a kind of exhaustion from the heart, and more of a psychological exhaustion.

More tired than usual!

After stabbing the bayonet into the body of a British soldier again, he felt that his arm was a little sore, and he sat in the trench of the British army panting heavily, the mask soaked in lye made it a little difficult for him to breathe, at this time the poisonous gas in the trench had faded a lot, he looked at the muddy trench under his feet, the muddy water in the trench turned red and black, and even the mud turned red and black.

"It's bloodstained!"

When he was talking to himself, he turned his gaze to the trenches again, the corpses of the British could be seen everywhere in the trenches, the red military uniform covered the blood red, but it could not hide the smell of blood in the air, the smell of blood would make people feel that they were born in a slaughterhouse, and this smell was suffocating, I don't know if this is an illusion,

"How many Brits have you stabbed ......"

The comrade-in-arms stabbed Li Jiesen, and then asked with some curiosity,

How many Brits have you stabbed?

Ten?

Twenty?

Or more?

At this time, Li Jiesen realized a problem, he didn't remember how many Englishmen he had killed at all, just like those butchers killed pigs, there were a few pig killers who could remember how many pigs they had killed, and when this thought popped up in his heart, his expression changed, as if he was surprised by his numbness.

As a believer, such thoughts are not right, and they should not come to the fore, but when such thoughts pop up in his heart, he doesn't even know why he thinks like this, and he doesn't know why he has changed this way.

War always changes people's minds in the shortest possible time, and the battlefield is perhaps the best classroom! On the battlefield, many people change, and Jetson Lee belongs to the category of people who have been changed by war.

Kill the pigs!

This term made Jackson Lee feel a little weird, he couldn't even laugh, and he didn't know what was funny.

Looking at the corpses of the Englishmen on the ground, in red uniforms, and then looking up at the bayonets at the tip of the spear, the bright red blood formed blood scars on the body of the bayonet, which would have dried up and turned black-red,

With such a thick blood scar, how many people's blood is there?

Now, he doesn't think about it anymore, but one thing is for sure, he killed so many enemies that he couldn't even calculate, or rather, he subconsciously wanted to reject all this, the reality of killing too many people!

"Smoking?"

When Li Jiesen thought about being compassionate there, Ma Pingliang stood in front of him at some point and handed over a paper cigarette, and when he took the paper cigarette, Li Jiesen noticed that the cigarette was stained with a lot of blood, and Ma Pingliang's hands were also covered with blood.

Blood!

The blood stains on the cigarette were a little black, and it looked extremely eye-catching, seeing that Li Jiesen looked at the cigarette and did not speak, Ma Pingliang said.

"What's so beautiful, isn't it just a little blood!"

A seemingly extremely relaxed sentence came out of Ma Pingliang's mouth, he took a cigarette, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, let the smoke go around in his lungs, and then slowly exhaled it, and then closed his eyes and enjoyed the calmness brought by the cigarette.

Isn't it just a little bloody......

Li Jiesen looked at Ma Pingliang beside him, the war changed everything, Ma Pingliang was also changed, he still remembered that when this guy used to shoot guns, he was startled by the sound of gunfire, and when he was at home, he didn't even dare to kill chickens, but now, he not only adapted to the sound of gunfire, but also got used to killing people, although it was the enemy who was killed.

Looking at the cigarette in his hand and looking at the corpses all over the ground, Li Jiesen suddenly prayed silently in his heart.

"Our Father in heaven: Hallowed be your name. Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. forgive us our debts, just as we forgive our debtors. not to lead us into temptation; Deliver us from the evil one. For all the kingdom and the authority and the glory are your ......"

While Jetson Li was praying, some of his comrades seemed to hear his faint voice of prayer, which was not a big deal for them. Of course, as long as it is not the kind of foreign heresy that rejects sinicization and does five weeks a day, even a modified worship of God is acceptable - in Xinjiang, there are many Han immigrants who believe in the modified worship of God.

Believing in Catholicism is an extremely common thing in China, especially in the southeast coast, where many Catholics have practiced foreign religion in recent years, and the study abroad experience of many young officials has made them believe in Catholicism or Christianity.

For whom is this praying?

Is it for yourself? Still is...... But in any case, praying is just a way to be able to accept it psychologically and be calmer......

"Brethren, the Seventeenth Regiment has entered Dublin City......"

At this moment, a sudden shout came from nearby, and the shout made everyone stunned, and then almost everyone looked at each other in surprise, and then said to their comrades.

"We've taken Dublin?"

There seemed to be a hint of disbelief in everyone's tone, after all, it had come so suddenly, so fast, at least in their minds, that perhaps it would be possible to take the city after another fierce battle.

And now, it's all coming too fast, too suddenly!

"It seems so!"

While the soldiers on the front line were surprised to take Dublin, there was chaos in the city of Dublin, and there were British soldiers with frightened expressions everywhere, and these British soldiers all said one thing with a frightened expression

"Death Mist!"

Now, almost everyone in Dublin is spreading this legend, the reason is simple, but in just a few hours, the once seemingly impassable Dublin defense line was broken through by the Chinese, and those British soldiers who had held on the battlefield were mostly buried in the fog of death, if it were not for the tens of thousands of British soldiers who fled into the city from the front line, they abandoned the defense line, I am afraid that the people in the city would not believe in the fog of death at all.

It is clear that there can be no such fog in the world!

In the beginning, there were some officers who tried to redeem themselves by arresting and even shooting deserters, but in the face of more and more deserters, and the "fog of death" that the deserters said in unison, even the most determined officers would doubt their own judgment, especially when their colleagues also spoke of the tragic situation shrouded in the fog of death, and panic permeated everyone's hearts.

Port!

For those soldiers, now they have only one thought, which is to flee towards the harbor, where there is also a fleet of Royal Navy, and dozens of ships, which will allow them to escape from this hellish place safely.

Everyone is running away!

As Ferris watched the officers and soldiers fleeing in the streets, and watched them flee in the direction of the docks, such a thought crossed his mind.

Dublin is over!

Now there was no doubt that the city had fallen, looking at the flag dropped on the ground, Phyllis thought so, but there was nothing unusual on his face, as a journalist, he had come here to report on a victory, but he did not expect that he was witnessing an unprecedented rout - the 120,000 British troops guarding the city were being defeated!

Overnight!

This army, which seemed to be about to win the war yesterday, has suffered a great rout! All were frightened, frightened by the fog of death.

"Death Mist ......"

With the words in his mouth, Phyllis did not go towards the harbor, although half an hour earlier the command had sent to tell him that he could board the ship and leave Dublin at any time, and that he had been treated for the very simple reason that he was a friend of the members of the Naval Commission.

But for Phyris, he simply didn't want to leave now, he didn't just come here for the big news, although the big news about the victory was gone, but now, the fiasco was undoubtedly the bigger news.

As a journalist, Phyllis could even imagine what kind of earthquake would be set off in London when the news of the fiasco reached London, and the entire London political circle would be stunned. This makes this earthquake more violent!

In the middle of the street, with his camera in hand, Phyllis took a picture of the Dublin Post House, and after a few minutes of exposure, he took a photo, then lifted the camera onto the carriage and continued to walk the streets, documenting the rout that had taken place here, and the streets were littered with abandoned weapons, carriages, and even some cannons, which were scattered in the streets, and more often than not, soldiers fleeing everywhere - they were running and screaming.

"Britain is over, run away!"

Britain is finished...... What kind of failure would make people shout like this?

Phyllis doesn't know, but one thing is for sure, this defeat will have an unprecedented impact on Britain!

But this kind of shock is exactly what China needs!

Thinking of this, Phyris's expression became a little complicated, although he was an Englishman on the surface, in fact, he was a spy sent by the Intelligence Bureau to Britain, and now he even suspected that the decision to launch a general attack in Dublin was made after he passed on that information, and beyond his imagination, the attack would be so rapid.

What exactly is the "Fog of Death"?

Finally, with curiosity, Phyllis silently walked to the field hospital located in the harbor area, compared to the chaos of the outside world, it also seemed chaotic, there were wounded everywhere, and at this time, he noticed that those wounded were different from the wounded in the past, they had no gunshot wounds, no bayonet wounds or shrapnel wounds, they did not seem to be injured, just lying there moaning, and coughing constantly, it could be seen that most of them even became very difficult to breathe.

What's going on?

Phyllis walked over to a wounded man who didn't look very bad, and he bent down and asked.

"Hey, friend, how are you feeling?"

"I, I don't feel like I can breathe......"

The coughing interrupted the wounded man's words, and after a few moments, seeing that he had stopped coughing, Ferris asked.

"Can you tell me what's going on on the front?"

"There's fog everywhere, it's yellow, it's like the fog in London, it's choking, but you can't breathe at all, it's like someone is stuck in your neck, and the more you breathe, the more uncomfortable it becomes, and the more you cough violently......"

In the words of the soldiers, Ferris was stunned, he did not expect that there would be such a fog in the world, let alone that this fog actually led to the defeat of the British, and even these British soldiers fell without rushing to shoot, and then their defense line was easily occupied by the Chinese, everything was so simple, the Chinese did not even resist!

"There is no chance to shoot at all, who are we shooting, is it like air, no, yes, it is poison gas......

Gas!

Hearing this unfamiliar word, Ferris immediately realized that on this battlefield, the Chinese army had just thrown in an unprecedented weapon, a deadly poison gas, which could take everyone's lives and easily destroy the strongest defensive line.

The British are defeated!

Now victory in the war is decided by poison gas......

"I'm not going to leave my patients!"

Just then, a delicate voice reached Ferris's ears, and he looked up to see a female nurse refusing an officer.

"Miss Nanding, you and your friends must leave, otherwise there will be no hurry, now the Chinese are entering the city!"

The officer said with some eagerness, and then deliberately emphasized.

"Miss, this is an order from Your Excellency the Commander!"

Miss Nanding?

Nightingale?

In astonishment, Phyllis heard Nightingale continue.

"We left, so what about them? Now there are tens of thousands of wounded in Dublin, what will they do? Sir, are we just leaving them here? ”

Nightingale lifted her chin slightly and said in an unquestionable tone.

"I'm going to stay with the patients I care for!"

The retreat did not take the wounded into account at all, and it was for this reason that Nightingale refused the order to let her retreat, and the officer said almost immediately with some excitement when he heard her refusal.

"Miss, you have to know what will happen to the barbarians if you become a prisoner of the Chinese, Miss, you must leave here, leave now, while you are still in a hurry!"

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