.“ What color is a chemical bomb? Belch...... I mean the kind of toxic gas that comes out after the explosion! ”

When he was still 500 meters away from the target town, Private 1st Class, whose freckles were completely covered by a gas mask, whispered to the squad leader next to him, a second-class corporal of the Marine Corps, who was three or four years older.

Speaking through a gas mask, the voice is inevitably a little strange, and marching in a gas mask is a new attempt that has never been done before.

"Have you forgotten the movie we watched on the ship last week about chemical bombs? White, of course white! As he said this, the second rank corporal's gaze was still locked directly in front of him, the town that had so far remained very silent.

"No, it's not true to say white!" Private 2nd on the right interjected, "We're watching a black-and-white movie, just black and white!" In fact, the chemical bomb exploded with a pale yellowish-green smoke, a bit like the of a chicken that has eaten too many grass seeds! ”

The first private, who had first asked the question, looked up with surprise and confusion along with their squad leader at the 1.9-meter-tall private, who seemed to them to be a braggart fellow, whose height did not help to detect the enemy in advance or increase his grenade throwing distance, and he did not seem to have any advantages other than being able to stand and breathe in deeper waters.

"I lie to you not, I have an uncle who is a professor of chemistry at the University of Hamburg, and he told me about it himself!" Seeing that his partner didn't believe him, the tall senior soldier raised his tone.

The first-class soldier once again took a closer look at the town in front of him, not to mention the smoke of, even if it was ordinary white smoke, there was not a single breath, it seemed to be an absolutely pollution-free place!

"Be quiet in the back!"

The company commander heard a low reprimand from the front, although he couldn't immediately pick out the speaker because of the gas mask. But the three guys honestly kept their mouths shut.

Soon, the team advanced in a skirmish formation to a distance of about 300 meters from the town.

"Hey, the kind of chemical gas you said about the color of, is it really fatal to inhale?" Private 1st class tried his best to keep his voice low, as long as the company commander in front of him could not hear, the enemy would certainly not be able to hear it.

"Not particularly clear!" The tall senior soldier struggled to glance in the direction where the company commander was. "It seems that there are many kinds of chemical gases, some of which will kill you if you touch them, and some of which will only make you cough!"

"Shh......h Stop talking! The second rank corporal jumped out this time to act as a disciplinarian rather than a discussant, but at this moment his mind was obviously still recalling the last time he watched the movie marked "Internal Confidential Film, Forbidden to Spread Outside" at the front, which showed the appearance of a chemical bomb and the explosion scene that had been used as a target for cattle and sheep to kill demons, but these were not the point. The main purpose of the film is to teach German officers and soldiers how to use gas protective gear correctly and how to carry out self-rescue and first aid after poisoning. There is no mention of the performance and principle of chemical bombs.

The remaining two obediently stopped talking.

When there were still 100 meters to the town, the soldiers walking in the front row could already see what the color of the doors of the houses was, but every house and street was still quiet, as if this was an abandoned village and town at all, but the stone slabs of the streets, the windows of the houses and other things that were within sight had no traces of time - no thick dust, no broken doors and windows, and it looked as if the residents had just left.

"Uh...... Do chemical bombs turn people into monsters? It was a second class corporal who spoke, and he had in his mind the contents of a fantasy book he had read as a child, to the effect that a well in a village had been poisoned, and everyone except a bunch of brothers and sisters had been turned into terrible man-eating monsters. Reminiscent of the scene in the previous film in which the poisoned cows and sheep foamed at the mouth and twitched all over, he couldn't help but ask this question.

This time it was the turn of the young private and the tall private of the second class to look at him in amazement, and before they could reply, the company commander's raised left hand stopped them, which meant that the troops had stopped advancing.

The company commander waved the five fingers of his left hand from side to side. Seeing this gesture, more than two hundred people in three platoons quickly dispersed - two platoons marched in a roundabout way towards the two flanks of the village, and the remaining platoon spread out in front of him with a fan-shaped attack queue under his personal leadership.

Since the town is not big. After a while, the two platoons that had rounded the two flanks were in place, and then the company commander withdrew his left hand and replaced his right hand, clenched his fists, and moved vertically up and down with his shoulders as fulcrums and fists to his elbows.

The well-trained soldiers began to alternate in cover, including the three guys who still had a lot of words to discuss, of course, at this time they were not in the mood to continue talking, and the answers to all the questions could probably be found in the town ahead.

As they were about to enter the town, a deep voice suddenly came from the southeast, and many of them were nervous, although they soon discovered that the sound came from a naval reconnaissance plane that they were all too familiar with, but the atmosphere was enough to greatly increase the chance of a heart attack.

The three members of the same combat squad breathed a sigh of relief, and a moment later, they still stepped into this frightening town.

There was still not a single critter on the streets, no hateful Japanese gunners, no angry gazes from the residents, nothing.

The company commander raised his right hand, with one finger upright, to the intersection in front of the road, and then two fingers to the house with a fenced yard on his left.

More than a dozen soldiers of one combat squad immediately reached ahead with their guns and bowed their waists, while another squad cautiously climbed over the fence into the courtyard, even though the low wooden courtyard gate was not closed at all.

The company commander and the rest of the soldiers watched with great concentration, and the weapons in their hands were ready to shoot at any time, so that they could react in time when they found out that they had fallen into an inexplicable trap.

But who is going to set a trap here?

The tall man didn't have any idea at this point, he held the MP24 in his hand tightly, the muzzle of the gun was facing the sliding door that was no taller than the others, and the sound of rapid breathing in the gas mask could be heard even by himself.

The young Private sits his GG semi-automatic rifle on his shoulder, and he targets the same door.

Taking a deep breath, the second corporal raised his right foot and kicked it violently, but the door was so vulnerable that he almost fell into it with an overestimate, and due to the limited business of gas masks, he had to raise his head to see the situation in front of him, and this momentary delay made him very uneasy, and the MP24 in his hand was already on the verge of firing.

Fortunately, there is no half a figure in the house, otherwise someone will always be beaten into a sieve.

The corporal finally breathed a sigh of relief, Thaksin was still exercising violently, but he didn't tell his buddies:

"Be careful, everyone, don't touch things!"

The 16 k exclusive text version of this work was first released, and it may not be reproduced without consent, excerpts, more of the latest and fastest chapters,! It was a small room, and the low ceiling made the corporal feel oppressed, not to mention the tall senior soldier who walked in later. The square room is lined with straw mats, with a traditional wooden tatami mat in the center and a circle of straw mat cushions around it, making it look like a living room for an ordinary Japanese home. There was a bedroom on each side of the living room, and unlike the closed living room door, they were now wide open. Under the cover of the tall man and the first class, the corporal cautiously entered the bedroom, where there was still no one, but compared to the clean and tidy living room, both bedrooms looked chaotic. There was not much furniture inside, but the drawers and doors were wide open, and everything that looked valuable had been taken away, except for some coarse cloth clothing, and in one of the bedrooms there was a small earthenware vase on the windowsill with a few unknown half-wilted flowers.

After carefully examining the bottom of the bed, the corporal finally lowered the muzzle of the gun a little.

"Alright, let's get out!"

At this time, the group of soldiers who went to the street entrance also double-checked and confirmed that the surroundings were safe, and for the next half hour, the soldiers inspected every house in the area one by one, but did not find a single Japanese. For them, the only discovery of value was three craters - two in the courtyard of the residents, one on the side of the road, the crater area was small, and the shrapnel scattered around them proved their identity - S-7 asphyxiating bombs dropped by Dornier 101 tactical bombers, each weighing 300 kilograms, containing 200 kilograms of phosgene, and only 30 to 50 milligrams of phosgene per cubic meter of air were needed to cause acute poisoning of the population. When the phosgene content reaches 100 to 300 milligrams per cubic meter of air, the poisoned person will develop tracheal spasm, pulmonary edema and even asphyxia, and eventually die due to severe poisoning. In winter, when the temperature is close to freezing, phosgene is not really a "gas", but a transparent and colorless smoke-emitting liquid, but the phosgene in this state is actually more lethal than in the gaseous state!

As for the so-called chicken feces color poison gas of tall people, it is actually another asphyxiating gas - chlorine gas, which is only one-tenth of the toxicity of phosgene.

Since under normal conditions, one phosgene bomb is enough to "devour" the town, and the three phosgene bombs dropped by the German bombers are all ready to fall in the town and all of them explode, why don't you see even a dead person?

The company commander quickly reported the situation to the command, but instead of answering their doubts, the command ordered them to search the town carefully again and then evacuate. After finishing the communication with the headquarters, the company commander re-examined the town from the south of the town to the north of the town in 1 minute, and three days was enough time to reduce the phosgene content here to a non-dangerous state, but what about the Japanese? Could it be that the Japanese fled before the German bombing? Or did the gas not work at all? Or have they found an effective antidote?