"Toot ......"

At 6:45 a.m., fifteen minutes after the chemical gas was released, when the British position was completely covered with chlorine gas, while the British troops were struggling and moaning in the poison gas, a piercing whistle sounded in the trenches of the Chinese army. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Almost as soon as the whistle sounded, the squad and platoon leaders in the trench were the first to step on the ladder and jump out of the trench, waving their weapons and ordering the soldiers to charge.

"Quick...... Fast, fast...... Hurry up! ”

Inside the trenches, the sound of metal clashing rang out as the soldiers scrambled out of the trenches. And inside the trenches, the battalion and company commander was also urging the others, and they watched the soldiers, urging them forward.

Under the supervision of the officers, no one hesitated, and they all jumped out of the trenches and advanced in the mist, and unlike in the past, when they jumped out of the trenches, they found that the British did not seem to shoot, but they did not think so much, but continued to move forward with the order.

"Dut...... Doodle...... Fast...... Forward ......"

After rushing out of the trenches, Li Ping, who was holding a rifle, approached the British trenches at a rapid pace, and at the same time bit the whistle and issued orders with the whistle, first the liaison post, and then the command post.

After all, for them, rigorous training has made many of their movements instinctive, just like the tactical moves that are being carried out now, and even compared to the platoon shooting, these tactical actions may be simpler, after all, sometimes, dodging is an instinct.

If the biggest difference between the Chinese army and the armies of other countries at this time is probably that when the Chinese army attacked, it presented a somewhat scattered skirmish formation, as early as many years ago in the period of the righteous army, it had abandoned the European-style infantry formation, and changed to a skirmisher formation, which was essentially a change in military tactics, in this change, China was undoubtedly ahead of the world, and now, in Dublin, the attacking soldiers presented to the British were the results of many years of military and tactical changes.

The troops on the front line of the skirmish line formed a prismatic four-man battle formation on the open battlefield, with eight men in the first two groups and eight in the back, with the squad leader in the center and a squad of 13 men, which was the standard battle sequence of the Imperial Army, and the reason why this battle formation was able to be implemented was to some extent due to the Han-style rifles used by the Imperial Army, which could provide a rate of fire far exceeding that of the front-loading guns, which made the firing intensity of each tactical group equivalent to the density of a squad in the past. The increase in the intensity of firepower is the root of the change in tactics.

When a battle group launched an attack on the British position, the artillery shells fired from the other side swept over their heads, but unlike in the past, none of them landed on the British line in front of them, it was a long shot, and the British shells kept falling on their side.

If it is changed to a dense formation, perhaps such artillery fire will lead to a large number of casualties, but now, the British artillery fire is relatively limited for the Chinese officers and soldiers attacking in a skirmish line, even if a shell accurately falls on the side of a soldier, at most it is to kill and injure the fighters of a group, and will not pose a threat to other groups, the distance of the skirmish line protects most of the fighters, making it impossible for the enemy's artillery fire to exert the maximum killing effect,

However, because of the mist, the smoke raised by the shells when they exploded did not seem to be as thick as in the past, and it did not even cover the battlefield, and at this time it was only the whistle in the mouth of the squad platoon commander that shrouded the battlefield, and the whistle on the battlefield was monotonous and piercing, like the chirping of a robin, echoing on the battlefield, urging everyone to move forward.

Attack, attack!

For Li Pingyi, there are only a few simple words in his mind now:

Offensive!

Kill the enemy!

Attack again!

It seems that for them, this is their mission and their destiny, either to kill the enemy or to be killed by the enemy, and there is no other choice!

Unlike in the past, they all wore masks without exception, and these masks were soaked in soda, soda water did not have any taste, but the wet masks covered their faces were really uncomfortable, but no one took the initiative to take off their masks, because before they launched the attack, the officers repeatedly told them that they must wear masks, and under any circumstances, unless there is an order, they are not allowed to take them off.

Unbeknownst to the fighters, masks soaked in soda decompose chlorine to the maximum extent possible to protect them from poison gas, which is the simplest form of protection that protects their lives.

Although the soldiers were wearing masks and had the guarantee of masks, so that they would not breathe in chlorine, because they did not wear goggles, when the attacking officers and soldiers entered the yellow fog, which had become much lighter, they could still smell the strange smell in the air, and the yellow fog also stimulated their eyes. Some of the more sensitive-eyed warriors were even more stimulated to shed tears, but even so, they were lucky compared to the previous British, after all, they were only stimulated by residual oxygen.

In the midst of this strange mist, a strange emotion welled up in the hearts of the soldiers, for the battlefield was now so strange that although bullets were constantly being fired from the British lines, the bullets were not at all accurate, and were even shooting indiscriminately, so that even the most cautious would raise their heads and quicken their pace.

What's going on?

With this doubt in mind, the soldiers quickened their pace and rushed along the passage opened by the sappers towards the British line, but the closer they went, the more strange it became to them, for there was no familiar sound of gunfire coming from the British line, and they heard the violent coughing and cries for help from the British line, which for these soldiers, who had been in Ireland for more than a year, could hear the English praying for God's deliverance.

But more of the British were groaning there, and one could hear their heavy breathing, as if someone was stuck in their throat, but the hundreds of people were making such heavy breathing, and in this strange fog one could not help but give a creepy feeling.

"What's going on?"

Such a question arose in the minds of almost everyone, and at this time, the barbed wire had been cut, and beyond the barbed wire was the line of defense of the British, but the British did not seem to react, and had no intention of blocking them at all.

"Aren't the British in the trenches?"

Just when the soldiers in front of them vaguely saw the breastwork in front of the British trenches, they felt a little surprised by the performance of the British, and even gave birth to an inexplicable fear. A rain of grenades was thrown over their heads, which were thrown by the grenadiers in the rear, and when they threw out the grenades, the fighters in front immediately fell to the ground to avoid the attack of the fragments.

In the violent explosion, the explosion finally made the yellow fog in the air lighter, and the soldiers' vision became much clearer.

And the soldiers who rushed forward were finally able to see the situation in the British trench, and what they saw was a shocking scene - the trench was full of twisted, struggling and coughing British.

The British soldiers, who did not seem to notice the presence of the enemy at all, just huddled in the trenches, twisted and struggling there, as if for them everything was not important now.

What's wrong with these Brits?

But this would not allow them to think too much, when some of the British, who were coughing and struggling, saw the enemy rushing to their positions, they almost instinctively picked up their rifles, but their bodies were extremely weak, and they could not even stand up, and even the few Britons who stood up could not raise their weapons, they just staggered to their feet.

However, their actions were seen in the eyes of the warriors, and they attacked the enemy almost instinctively.

During the battle, the warriors were surprised to find that their enemies were weaker than they had imagined, and they could not even remove the bayonets that were stabbing at them, but could only watch as the bayonets stabbed into their bodies.

"Kill!"

With a roar in his throat, the sharp bayonet sank into the chest of a British soldier, but the soldier who killed the enemy was frightened by what he saw—no fear, no scream, and at this time the soldiers felt only a creep at their discovery.

Some of the Britons were killed with a relieved smile on their faces, and the expected fierce battle did not take place, and they were able to overcome the once seemingly impenetrable British lines almost with little resistance.

And the vast majority of the British did not even have time to resist! Or rather, they simply lay there and let the enemy kill them.

It was only at this time that the soldiers who had occupied the positions along the LinkedIn Army front were surprised to find that in the British trenches, the vast majority of the British had died long before they attacked, and they seemed to be dying in pain. The dead Britons were in a strange position, clutching their throats, and some even tore their own throats with their hands, as if someone had blocked their trachea, desperately trying to get a breath of air. So much so that he ended up tearing the trachea. Such a gruesome scene made the hearts of the soldiers who were accustomed to seeing death also give birth to bursts of fear, and a thought came to the mind of each of them.

What's going on?

It's just that their doubts did not stop their steps, in fact they were still striding towards the enemy, but unlike in the past, they were following the footsteps of poison gas, in front of them, the poison gas was devouring the British defense line little by little, and between the charging teams, there were constantly horse-drawn carriages passing by, and those carriages full of poison gas cylinders were constantly emitting poison gas to ensure that the concentration of poison gas would not weaken. Because of this, the poison gas did not fade because of the distance, and even became thicker than before, because this time, they released more poison gas, in fact, for the concentration of poison gas, they simply did not know in what proportion should be used to maximize the effect, after all, for China, this is also the first time to carry out chemical warfare.

Wind!

At this time, they became the biggest assistants of the soldiers, the wind blew poison gas to the British position, the poison gas continued to kill those British, and the soldiers wearing soda masks did not stop, they kept charging, in the trenches shrouded in yellow-green smoke, they kept sweeping the road ahead with bayonets, the battlefield that once may have cost tens of thousands of lives, this will completely become a slaughterhouse.

The British, on the other hand, were the animals in this slaughterhouse who were powerless to fight back, and under the damage of poison gas, they could only watch with wide eyes as the Chinese killed them.

When a figure flashed in the smoke in front of him, Zhao Pu held his bayonet and stabbed it into the enemy's chest with an unstandard spurt step, and on the ground of this yellow-green smoke, thousands of red bodies struggled there, and their mouths shouted English that the soldiers could not understand.

There is no need for mercy on the battlefield, and the bayonets of the warriors are no less relieving for the British, who are no longer able to breathe, after all, death is already unavoidable for them.

As the first wave of attacking troops crossed the second line of British defence and approached Dublin, the soldiers of the follow-up troops, also wearing soda-soaked masks, harvested the remaining lives with bayonets in the mist.

"Nourishing ......"

The sound of body piercing echoed over the battlefield with the screams of the British, and perhaps killing the British, who were struggling on the ground, gasping for breath, but still holding their faces blue, was a manifestation of some kind of soldier's pity.

On the ground there were not only the corpses of the British, but also the corpses of some animals that had been poisoned by the gas, many of which had been smoked out of the fields, and some hares were jumping and jumping, but before they could take a few steps, they fell to the grass, or were dying in the grass.

On this day, death is fair to the people of this land, and it can even be said that whether it is animals or humans, in the face of poison gas, their results are the same - death is inevitable.

Gas Warfare ...... For that era, it was definitely a big killer, even the simplest and most ordinary chlorine bomb was enough to change everything, to change the way the war was conducted, would it be too cruel? Of course not...... This is the conquest of science, the conquest of civilization over barbarism, it is through science, using science! Well, that's the truth!