I don't know anything about biology, I know even less about chemistry, and I don't know anything about the reagents used by the radiation sappers, so I can't judge. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But any Allied soldier should remember the Stalinist era of Agent Twelve, which is the pinnacle of nuclear, biological and chemical weapons development.

I heard that the first time it was used, it caused a regiment of the Allied forces to die violently in less than a minute, and many people died without even pain. Later, the Allies seized this poison gas in Moscow and used it during the Seventh Revolutionary War in China, causing a shocking tragedy in which 480,000 soldiers and civilians died in the city of Nanjing. After China used captured Allied chronoteleporters to raid Yokohama and retreated, the release of No. 12 poison killed 470,000 people in Yokohama. Because this "inhumane weapon" was so lethal, before his death, Zhou Anlong's last order was to completely destroy the No. 6 poison (according to the "high-ups" who defected to Switzerland in China, the current chairman Lin Xiao was annoyed by this for a long time). Since then, the whole world has thought that this kind of poison, codenamed "White Duke", which was once compared to a nuclear bomb, has lost the possibility of being developed.

"I don't know how happy Prime Minister Lomanov would have been if he heard that Stalin's masterpiece 'White Duke' was still in the world, and that you Iraq could still produce it on a large scale." The Radiant Sappers crouched down and debugged their equipment above the top of the hangar. Everyone else stood far away, and I was the only one who dared to stand beside them. Although Najib has repeatedly reminded that these radiation sappers have no concept of human life, they themselves are not harmed by biological weapons, and they will also think that others are not afraid of biological and chemical weapons, and I may harm the pond fish if I stand by. I laughed it off.

"You've got a good idea," the radiation engineer said with a few laughs, seemingly "hehehe," "and we were able to replicate Agent Six in Iraq because a former senior advisor to the Scientific Advisory Group of the Central Committee of the CPSU gave us the formula. Unfortunately, this recipe requires too many materials, and many of the professional instruments involved have been lost. The Soviet Union has lost the ability to produce No. 6 poison, and we can only use the remnants of production equipment flowing out of China, and some of the more sophisticated machinery of the Western countries, to barely maintain some production that is better than nothing. If it weren't for the great importance of the Yurigrad Campaign, Comrade Saddam would still be reluctant to take it out. ”

"Then how many 'white dukes' did your generous and selfless Comrade Saddam Hussein come up with this time?" There was a hint of sarcasm in my tone. The Radiant Sapper didn't hear my ridicule at all, and proudly drew a large circle with his hand and said, "Don't worry! I've heard that you need strong corrosion and strong pollution, and the nine of us carried 500 kilograms of No. 6 poison, enough to make the artificial traces here disappear cleanly, like Armstrong's footprints on the moon! This sentence caused another round of wild laughter on the radio waves, and one person quipped, "Stop bragging." Anyway, these artificial traces exist on the moon, not in Hollywood studios! ”

"Okay, okay, let's talk a little bit. In the unlikely event that our comrades of the radiation sappers shook their hands with laughter and turned on the regional pollution mode, I don't know if Comrade Marx would have collected the souls of the dead from the moon. After the last joke, I flew into the air with the other fighters in the rocket thrusters, waiting for the final commissioning of the radiation sappers to be completed. A large number of black shadows had appeared in the sky, and the most recent one, its looming body had covered the overhead, as if it had swallowed the entire moon with its massive body.

Half an hour later, one of the Radiant Sappers fired a flare into the air. Like the pattern of our Storm Team's flares, a hideous skeletal face floats in the air, its mouth wide open to show its sharp fangs (if you were on Earth, you might still be able to hear the mocking smirk of the flares as they lifted off). I know it's a sign that everything is ready. "Does this really work?" Najib asked.

I didn't answer, because at this moment, the familiar feeling above my head returned. A V3 rocket passed by us, and the computer just warned that "an unknown high-temperature object behind the side is approaching" and "an ultra-high-speed object is approaching", and then the missile that was hurriedly passed by flashed away, and the computer's alarm stopped abruptly. Bombs and rockets flew around him, scurrying downward, exploding a fleeting flame on the tarmac, and then more rockets and bombs joined the scramble to "race". Every time a bomb or rocket lands on a place covered in green sprayed by the Radiant Sappers, the hangar roof shown on the computer becomes a little more fragile. Although Kirov is not enough to destroy the roof of the hangar, which can protect against the explosion of a nuclear bomb, and the speed of such "heating" is also slow, I can be sure that once the roof of the hangar is destroyed, the No. 6 poison will leave nothing below, and the murderer of Comrade Andya will have no way to escape.

"The only problem is with these Radiation Sappers," I said coldly, "and once Agent Six is fully activated, they will die without a place to bury." But it is also impossible to escape from the rain of bombs on the Kirov airship. Regardless of the coalition forces, no vehicle could withstand the bombardment of Kirov. ”

On the roof of the hangar, there is a green patch that makes me feel the presence of life, whether it is underground or in the sky. Even the fighters who were flying in mid-air at the same time as me, I could not hear their mental activity.

"It's too dangerous here," I said, "and get out of here!" Also, Radiant Sappers on the ground, remember what you hear, it's time for you to retreat! ”

"I know, Comrade Commander. But Kirov still has some time to blow up the roof of the hangar, and I think we'll have to pack up in the meantime......"

"Don't worry about it so much!" I yelled, "Neither Agent Six nor you, losing one of them would be a devastating blow to the Coalition forces!" You ......"

It's too late. It stands to reason that I should be happy when the computer announces that "the roof of the hangar is severely corroded and the middle part is starting to collapse", but ...... However, I saw that most of the Radiant Sappers had not yet withdrawn from the roof of the hangar......

"They must be saved, and those Poison Six," my serious expression surprised everyone for a while, partly because they were surprised by the existence of Poison Six, partly because they didn't know what was worth protecting with our lives, and some didn't dare to face the miserable green below. Coverage mode is a forbidden area for our infantry, and it is neither dead nor crippled if it is touched.

"Don't worry about that. Fly their kits away! Radiation sappers, listen, run as fast as you can! This is my negligence, Kirov is a massacre of any unit on the ground. ”

The thought of complaining about Noblanca's rash bombing flashed through my mind. Blame me, blame me for not making it clear and tell him to wait for my order to do it. No matter how many people die in accidental bombings, I can't escape the blame!

The good news is that when I picked up a box of reagents and dodged a missile that fell next to me, the helmet-mounted computer showed that the roof of the hangar had finally blown a hole.