"Your Highness, the wind is just right!"

Guo Xun, commander of the heavy artillery brigade of the Fourth Army of the Ming Army, said. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Then let's fire!"

Yang Wangye said indifferently.

Beside them, eighteen twenty-four-pound mortar cannons were neatly arranged, looking like eighteen water tanks facing the sky, this kind of thing was actually similar to Dai Zi's Weiyuan General Cannon, but Dai Zi was cast in copper and the Ming army was cast in steel, and the Ming army's was slightly longer, so the firing range was much farther, the maximum weight was ******, and the maximum firing elevation angle could knock twenty-four pound heavy artillery shells out of five miles.

There are also wheels underneath that can be pulled and maneuvered, once used to dig trenches in the ground on both sides, and put the wheels down to withstand the impact with the same steel base, in fact, it is a super-large caliber short-barreled monolithic mortar.

But it's huge.

Twenty-four catties of spherical shells are stuffed with nearly ten catties of gunpowder, anyway, the chamber pressure is small and does not care about the strength of the shell shell, and unlike the slow rocket, the falling speed of the high-throw trajectory is much faster than that of the rocket, which can easily smash through the Qing fortress from the top, and then explode inside it, in fact, this is the main weapon of the Ming army against the Qing fortress.

But now it's not just shells.

Eighteen DU air bombs are being prepared in the barrel, ready to fly to the position of the Qing army on the opposite side, and then release the deadly DU gas, and at this time all the Ming troops on the battlefield have withdrawn, and the Qing army, which has been fighting for many days, is sorting out the defense line, and most of their fortresses have been destroyed, and now they are actually relying on the steep terrain and the ruins of those fortresses, of course, mainly those people and bombs are fighting desperately with the Ming army.

The mountainous terrain is their greatest reliance.

But now, death was smiling at them.

"Fire!"

Guo Xun shouted.

Immediately after that, all the mortars roared at the same time, the blazing flames soared into the sky, and one after another spherical shells whistled out, and when they reached the apex of the ballistics, they suddenly smashed towards the Qing army's position.

"Shelling!"

On the position of the Qing army, Yin Qi, who was on the battlefield to boost morale, suddenly heard a scream, and then an officer threw him down, and before the fifth elder brother could react, a black shadow flashed not far away, and suddenly countless gravel and dirt on the ground rose into the sky, and almost at the same time a small explosion sounded, and a palm-sized shrapnel swished and dragged the yellow-green smoke in front of him.

"It's rotten eggs!"

The fifth elder brother let out a sigh and said.

The artillery shells of the Ming army would not have fired such a large piece of shrapnel, and it was most likely that the gunpowder inside was damp.

Almost at the same time, the yellow-green smoke quietly penetrated into his nostrils, and the spicy smell instantly rushed to his brain, the fifth elder brother coughed violently without hesitation, and then the smoke entered his eyes, and a burning stinging sensation immediately made him subconsciously scream, but the smoke entered his throat again, and the feeling of nausea and vomiting made him involuntarily squat on the ground. In this short moment, all kinds of uncomfortable feelings came together, and the fifth elder brother who was squatting there with tears and coughing violently had never been so alive and dead, even if he hadn't eaten for two days when he escaped in the Taihang Mountains, and the taste of having to eat a mouse raw was not so uncomfortable.

"Come, come!"

He shouted with difficulty, trying to get someone to pick him up, but was interrupted by a violent cough.

He couldn't squat anymore, the feeling that life was worse than death made him kneel directly on the ground, coughing with both hands on the ground, coughing with all his might, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs together, the burning sensation of his eyes and the surging tears made him not see anything at all, he couldn't see that the same shells were falling on the Qing army's position, he couldn't see that the yellow-green smoke was constantly filling, and he couldn't see that those Qing soldiers were like him......

Of course, he couldn't see that the phlegm he coughed up was turning into a weird pink bubble.

Although he already knew what Yang Feng used at this time, the survivors of the Great Defeat in Eastern Zhejiang had described the hellish horror scene and the devilish yellow-green poisonous mist countless times.

But now, he can't do anything.

The chlorine gas that he inhaled into his respiratory tract and digestive tract is rapidly dissolving into water, and then turning into hypochlorous acid and hydrochloric acid, constantly ablating his organs, destroying his body, and taking away his life, poor fifth elder brother can no longer be gentle and elegant to get the adoring eyes of thousands of girls, he is lying on the ground like a dying dog, tears and snot are flowing together, coughing until he is exhausted, coughing until he can't even breathe, coughing until the pink foam-like phlegm accumulates in front of him, Then he stared headlong into it.

And the nearly 20,000 Eight Banners and Mongolian elite soldiers on the entire Qing army position are the same as him, and the Qing army, which basically knows nothing about this kind of thing, has no means of defense at all, except for screaming in horror and fleeing in confusion without direction, and then being smoked to the ground by duke, they don't know what to do at all. Everyone kept falling in this poisonous mist, everyone was struggling to die under this ferocious attack, and even some people gave up their struggles and lay there desperately praying to the Buddha.

But alas, the Buddha could not hear them.

The devil may be able to hear it.

"Good results, go on!"

Yang Feng held up the binoculars, looked at the faint and hazy figures on the Qing army's position filled with poisonous fog, and said to Guo Xun with great satisfaction.

The latter immediately gave the order.

Eighteen mortar guns continued to fire air bombs at the Qing positions.

And at the same time, tens of thousands of Ming soldiers are checking their bayonets, of course, goggles and alkaline water towels, for chlorine gas does not need gas masks, weak alkaline water can solve this kind of thing, as for the towel is not worth mentioning, hand-knitting machines have now begun to be used in many family workshops, towels and socks have appeared in ordinary people's homes.

As for the goggles are also essential, after all, chlorine is also very harmful to the eyes, but you have to wait for the concentration in the air to decrease before you can rush up, now at this time to go up is the same to find death, alkaline water towels in high concentration of chlorine can not last a few times, anyway, there is no need to be too anxious, wait until the Qing army is half dead and then go up and take bayonets one by one.

Mortars continue to fire.

The shells piled up next to each cannon were constantly decreasing, and then a new truckload of shells was immediately transported over and unloaded, and the killing machine was running at high speed, and the yellow-green poisonous gas on the Kunshan Mountain four miles away was filled with poisonous gas, like the mist that filled the early morning, showing a strange beauty in the sun, and there were constantly Qing soldiers screaming, staggering out of this beautiful landscape, and then falling to the ground in despair coughing and screaming, struggling to stretch out their hands to the sky, as if praying for the non-existent gods to save them.

But alas, it's useless.

"Your Highness, why do you feel a little chill in your back!"

Guo Xun said creepyly.

A group of officers around him nodded sympathetically, saying that even the Ming army had not appreciated the scene of Du Qi so much, it was originally used in the fog in eastern Zhejiang, and when the Ming army rushed up, the poisonous fog had dispersed, although the Qing army was also a pile of dead corpses, but for these soldiers killed in the sea of corpses and blood, the scene was not very exciting.

But this time it was different, it was a sunny day, under the bright sun, and the fog that looked quite good, compared with the hellish scene of the Qing army, it was indeed a little chilling to the back.

"What is this, this king is even more ruthless! Ensure that the poisoned person coughs until the burned lungs are coughed out! ”

Yang Feng said.

He is researching how to dehydrate ethylene from ethanol, and he now has the industrial production capacity of hydrogen sulfide, which adds up to ethyl sulfide, and ethyl sulfide plus chlorine is dichlorodiethylsulfide.

Well, it's actually called mustard gas.

But this thing is a little more difficult, more importantly, the economic value is not high, unlike chlorine to kill people at the same time can also make him a lot of money, this thing basically has no other use except for killing, at most it can be used to treat psoriasis, but there are also great side effects, in addition, if you use it, you have to equip the soldier with a gas mask, this thing is not a lye towel can deal with, in short, the use of mustard gas in the current demand situation is not more cost-effective than the use of chlorine. Anyway, even if it's chlorine, no one can resist it these days, as long as the secret of the alkaline water towel is protected so that your enemies don't know, these towels are made by Jinyiwei, ordinary soldiers don't know what's on the towel, in fact, even if they know, it's not a big deal, and the continuous gas cannonballs are hit, and the concentration is not at all what this thing can deal with.

In fact, the eighteen mortars bombarded for a full hour.

In an hour, they fired a total of more than 1,000 DU air bombs on the Qing army's defense line in Kunshan, accounting for one-fifth of Yang Feng's total DU air bombs, and the diffuse yellow-green poisonous fog completely drowned everything on the Qing army's defense line, and even in the end, there was no Qing army running out to escape, only the faint screams did not come from there, making the entire battlefield gloomy and windy in broad daylight.

After another half hour, the yellow-green poisonous fog gradually dispersed under the southeast wind.

In the field of view of the telescope was a hellish mountain of corpses, and countless dead bodies of the Qing army were piled up, becoming clear in the fading mist.

"Attack!"

Yang Feng said.

Overhead, the herald immediately waved his flag.

"Forward!"

"Forward!"

……

The shouts of the officers immediately sounded among all the waiting Ming soldiers, just like the classic war scene of the era of queuing to shoot, a Ming officer wearing white gloves and holding a saber, and a group of Ming soldiers with rifles with bayonets, swept towards the Qing army position like a red tide. (To be continued.) )