On December 20, the early morning mist covered the entire front, and the sky and the earth were quiet, as if it was the same as usual, it was another quiet morning. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

For the people in the trenches, they seem to have long since adapted to this tranquility, and of course they are secretly praying that this tranquility will not be broken.

But what they don't realize is that this tranquility is often the tranquility that precedes the storm, and before the storm, no one knows when it will be broken.

But all of that will eventually be broken.

Just a few days ago, with an order. This tranquility was broken, for the warriors in the trenches. They know that everything will change radically at dawn.

Above the trenches, several flags raised at some unknown time pointed slightly at the enemy's trenches on the opposite side of the trenches, as a coastal city, such a wind direction is extremely rare, after all, most of the time, the wind always blows from the ocean.

For the past few days, they have been waiting for such weather. After a long wait, they finally waited for the wind.

As soon as the observers noticed this change in wind direction, someone quickly measured the wind speed, and then immediately reported the meteorological conditions on the front line to the command. "The wind speed is 2-3 meters per second, and the wind direction is ......" This wind speed is very appropriate, not too big or small, if the wind is too strong, it will have an impact on the operation, if the wind is too small, it will not be able to carry out the operation.

The arrival of the weather that had been waiting for many days had made everything countdown, but in just a few minutes, the order for a general attack reached the forward troops who had been waiting for a long time, the soldiers who had been waiting for a long time. Immediately began to prepare for the attack.

The long silence was finally broken at this moment, and an unprecedented storm was about to descend on the land.

On the mortar position, heavy 120 mm shells were taken out of the magazine box and placed on a tiled canvas, and the safety bolt of the fuse was directly removed by them, so that the shells could be stuffed into the barrel at the first time. They will fire the most intense fire at the first time they receive the order. Completely covered the British under artillery fire, thus paving the way for the offensive of the brother forces. While the artillerymen were preparing for the general attack, the soldiers in the trenches at the front were also preparing for the upcoming attack, the trenches were quiet, no one spoke, whether officers or soldiers were lying on empty ammunition boxes, or leaning against the earthen walls of the trenches, writing their wills, at this time the mandatory literacy in the army came in handy, at least all soldiers did not need to let others write on their behalf, of course, those who graduated from elementary school, and even wrote a few ancient poems in their wills. There were even some soldiers who would write a few lines of poetry in their letters, and these half-written poems were perhaps the truest portrayal of their mood at this time.

Although in the trenches, everyone wants to be as heroic as possible, almost everyone wants to be like a hero in a novel. Make yourself more heroic, but always think about the general offensive that is about to begin. Everyone's feelings are extremely complicated. At this time, the atmosphere here seems a little strange, at this time, whether it is an officer or a soldier, they all choose to be silent, after they wrote a suicide note, everyone looked at each other, but no one spoke, they just looked at each other quietly, as if they wanted to remember the comrades around them in their minds, maybe this is the last look, maybe this is their farewell.

Just as the fighters were looking at each other with mixed feelings, the battalion communicator came over with a huge parcel in his hand.

"Put it all in a bag......"

The soldiers' wills were put in envelopes, and then in a large oil bag, and there they were, and the officers and men watched as the heralds carried the bags to the rear. Maybe tomorrow, when the casualty figures of the troops are counted.

I don't know how many letters will be sent, maybe half, maybe more, they know who they are facing in front of the enemy, not those Qing soldiers who can be repelled with a single bayonet charge. The fighting will of those Red Prawn soldiers is undeniable, they are an extremely stubborn group of enemies! And now they have a strong and even impenetrable defensive line, and they will desperately defend their positions without flinching. In the past, when the Irish attacked, they had paid tens of thousands of casualties in a single day, and now, what about them?

How many people will die? To live or to die. For soldiers, there is no other choice, there is always only one - order!

For the soldiers, no matter the sword mountain ahead, or the sea of fire, once the order is given, each of them will charge the enemy without hesitation.

Even if death awaits them!

Just like the heroes of those novels. Death is unavoidable for everyone, but as soldiers, they can choose why they want to die!

For the country!

For the nation! Of course, for the soldiers on the battlefield, they are more willing to sacrifice for their comrades-in-arms! "Brothers!" Zhao Liancheng looked at the subordinates in the company. "Here, I only remind you of one thing, whether as an imperial soldier, bravely kill the enemy, die like a soldier, or be executed like a coward, it is up to you to decide, Zhao will die as a soldier, I hope the brothers cherish the glory of participating in this war, add glory to the military flag, and add glory to the family!" After saying this, Zhao Liancheng gave a military salute to his subordinates. "Say goodbye! Please rest assured, Zhao will never order everyone to do what Zhao can't do! "There is no doubt that officers take the lead, and the reason why officers are the soul of the army is because officers must take the lead. Only then will this army never back down.

As Napoleon said, a flock of sheep led by a lion can defeat a flock of lions led by a sheep.

It is for this reason that for many years, the Imperial Army has emphasized the leading role of officers, and my son has asked every officer to take the lead in setting an example, both in training and even more so on the battlefield. "Everyone, prepare!" Dozens of minutes later, when a group of sappers began to pick up the detonator and point the flag to the British position, in the trenches of the front line, with the orders of the non-commissioned officers and officers, the soldiers who had been waiting for a long time set up wooden ladders and leaned on the side of the trenches, and then quietly waited for the order to attack.

They looked up at the sky over the trenches, and although the sky was shrouded in a thin mist, each of them hoped to remember these sights at this time, and perhaps this was the last time they looked up at the sky!

It seems that at this time, everyone becomes sentimental, although this is not the quality of a soldier, but at this time, they always have some different ideas. It's just that these thoughts never dictate their behavior.

Reaching the front line under the order to attack, the fighters in the trenches immediately put aside those cranky thoughts!

They understood that, perhaps, it would be the last dawn they had ever experienced, and perhaps they simply did not have a chance to see the sun rise again. "Get on the bayonet!" As the countdown began, the officers in the trenches issued the order almost at the same time. For a moment the whole trench resounded with the sound of metal striking when the bayonets were installed, and then the soldiers leaned on their rifles, and the faces of each soldier looked a little anxious, excited, but inevitably with some fear. They looked forward to the battle, and they were equally afraid of death, but when the battle began, no one would doubt it, and they attacked the enemy without the slightest hesitation and determination. In the next second, when the time pointed to 6:30, a series of slight explosions sounded on the battle line, after a series of but not violent explosions, thousands of cylinders did not explode violently, but in the cylinder seals one by one rose up clouds of smoke, yellow and green smoke quickly spread towards the British army under the use of the wind.

In the midst of the weakness, few people would notice this, not even the soldiers in the trenches who were anxiously waiting to attack, did not notice the explosion in the air, did not notice the smoke. The yellow-green smoke seems to be mixed in the mist, just like the elves in a fairy tale, beautiful and delicate, the yellow with the green fog, it seems so beautiful, these "elves" are not blown away by the wind, let alone rise into the air, but close to the ground, under the impetus of the wind, like wriggling animals, constantly rolling forward, they did not make any sound, just a little bit towards the British line of defense. The fog in Dublin is white!

Now the fog has changed color, it is yellow, yellow with some green, although it is not very conspicuous, and the sharp-eyed person will not ignore the change in the fog. "What's that?" Tom, who was standing at the guard post, watched the fog turn into yellow mist, and a wave of doubt rose in his heart. As a half-Londoner, he is no stranger to the yellow fog, and it can even be said that he is extremely familiar with it, when he was in London, he lived in such fog, but it was the fog that only existed in London, why is there such fog in Dublin now?

What is even more surprising is that the fog was light before, but now it seems to be thickening.

Could it be foggy?

Will the Chinese take advantage of the fog to attack?

Just as Tom was thinking this, he saw the thick yellow mist slowly rolling over the breastwork in front of him, and as he was about to roll into the trenches, Tom saw that the fog seemed to "sink" in, and then he breathed a pungent smell, which was not the choking smell of the fog of London, but suffocating. "What does this smell like!" "Why does it smell so bad!" Before the yellow fog more than a person high rolled into the trenches, some British soldiers with a keen sense of smell had already smelled the pungent strange smell in the air, but it was too late by this time, and just as they shouted, the smoke suddenly "sank" into the trenches like heavy objects. "Ahem...... Cough...... cough ......" After the yellow mist covered the trenches, a violent cough rang out over the British lines, and the coughing became more and more dense and loud, accompanied by the coughing and their cries of terror. "What's going on!" "Oh my God...... I can't breathe......"

"God......" In the thick yellow-green smoke, every time Tom shouted loudly, he felt more and more depressed in his chest, and he felt more and more nauseous with the dull pain in his chest. "He wasn't the only one, the trenches were full of British soldiers lying on their stomachs coughing violently, some of them had fallen into the trenches, more smoke was inhaled by them, and slowly their breathing became more and more rapid, but the air seemed to be insufficient, no matter how they breathed, the terrible stuffiness forced them to tear open their collars and grab their chests....... "Ah...... Cough...... Cough...... God ......" "God, come and save me......" In just a minute or two, screams and cries echoed over the trenches, no one knew what was happening, and a wave of boundless fear rose in everyone's hearts.

The British soldiers, who had repelled the Irish again and again, would have been completely overshadowed by fear that they had never felt before, and they even abdicated their responsibilities, and threw down their weapons and ran towards the rear, crying and crying, but they could not outrun the fog at all.

As the men dropped their weapons and tried to run towards the rear, the violent movement caused them to exhale more chlorine gas, which in turn exacerbated their deaths, and many of them fell to the ground as they ran, then convulsed and coughed on the ground, and eventually, their lives were slowly consumed......

The yellow smoke, in the breeze, had occupied the second line of trenches in the rear of the British army, and there were more people here than in the first trenches of the front, and after the smoke fell into the trenches, the same panic spread through the trenches, the sound of violent coughing, the cries of despair that echoed over the trenches. It's the breath of death!

At this moment, almost everyone had such a thought in their hearts, or rather, when they died, such a thought would come to their minds.

In just a few minutes, the British line of defense was no longer a line of defense, but a slaughterhouse, and tens of thousands of British soldiers were trapped in this smoke-shrouded battlefield, they were dazed and overwhelmed as the yellow mist swallowed themselves, and then in a violent cough, they clutched their throats, breathed heavily, trying to inhale more air, while more people were there crying in despair, watching the people around them die one by one.

At this point, no one knew what was happening, they were just in a state of despair and fear that they had never experienced before......

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