An old bomber from Leopoldville Air Force Base flew to the rebel base in Kasai on a set course, and Albert had already locked the base camp of the National Liberation Front from the mouths of the two blacks, and it happened to be the day when the group of guys gathered to discuss the next offensive.

The operation was named "Decapitation" by Albert, and the purpose was to quickly destroy all the important leaders of the opponent and carry out a precise surgical strike. The bomb on the bomber is also a specially treated warhead, which does not explode after it hits the ground, but explodes at an altitude of 150 meters, volatilizing the liquefied poison into a gas and spreading it into the air.

Soon the pilots approached the village of Kaisai, and in the darkness of night, no one could detect the Grim Reaper flying in the night sky, and many people who had already fallen asleep did not expect a catastrophe to befall them.

"Bomb dropping is highly safe, cloudless, windless, and very suitable for bomb dropping." The pilot reported to Albert about the situation, like the most taboo thing about dropping poison gas bombs is to blow the wind, and when the wind blows, the poison gas does not know where it goes.

Fortunately, this side belongs to the equatorial windless zone, and there is a breeze all year round, so Albert's plan dared to be boldly implemented, and at this time he breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the pilot over the radio, "Permission to drop bombs, good luck, knight." ”

The bomb bay slowly opened, and the bombs inside broke away from the body and sped away in a free-fall fashion towards the glittering village below. The fuse of the bomb was reworked and detonated exactly 150 meters above the bomb when its free fall began.

Three hundred, two hundred and five, two hundred, the bomb gradually approached the height of the detonation, and when it reached 150 meters, the bomb exploded at the expected altitude, because the detonated explosives were greatly reduced, so the explosion of the bomb only made a muffled sound, like a thunderclap. The bomber circled high in the air a few times to confirm that the bomb had been detonated before flying to the next dropping destination.

In the cabin, the top brass of the National Liberation Front, who had gathered to plan the riot, heard a very strange thunderclap, and a dazzling light appeared outside the window. They thought that the artillery of the army was attacking, so they hurriedly pushed open the door and hurried out, only to see that the night outside was quiet, and the stars in the clear sky could be seen, not to mention thunder, even lightning could not see half of it.

"What's going on?" Everyone looked at each other, and no one could explain what the thunder was all about. Some of the good deeds climbed nearby trees to try to see farther, but still found nothing.

"I just saw a fireball appear in mid-air, but it quickly vanished. It's like...... It's like a god. "The Congolese blacks in Kasai believe in their native gods, so it is not easy for Christians to preach here.

"God?" The highly educated head apparently didn't believe him, and as he walked down the steps to look more closely, he suddenly felt an unbearable pain. It's like someone is constantly eating away at the flesh of his body, and like a poisonous snake injecting deadly poison into him and then tightening his neck.

He watched as the people around him fell one by one, foaming at the mouth and quickly losing consciousness. The leader of the black movement was frightened, all scientific education had become useless at this moment, otherwise how could he explain what was going on with these companions who suddenly fell to the ground and lost consciousness, and as he slowly closed his eyes, he thought he would never believe in this life.

"The Devil's Curse."

Albert allowed the poison gas to ferment in the area, and it was not until dawn that the poison had almost evaporated, and Albert allowed the army with gas masks to enter the area to clean up and purify it. Most of the black corpses in the gas area were painful and hideous, and the twisted corpses became a nightmare for the soldiers at that time.

In September 1948, several major events occurred in the Congolese colony, one was that the army encircled and suppressed an armed rebel army on the border between Congo and Zambia. In another piece of news, a train car exploded while it was moving, killing its passengers instantly. Because the train was the property of the colony owned by France, the French strongly condemned and protested, while Belgium blamed all the blame on the Congolese rebels.

The last piece of news was a bit bizarre, as several villages in the Kasai area had all died overnight, leaving no people or animals. The Congolese authorities sent troops to block the entrances and exits to the local villages, burning all the bodies that died. The Congolese authorities claimed that it was a plague outbreak and that the death toll had reached more than 200 people, and Albert, who knew the actual situation, could only say that Soman's killing effect was indeed terrible.

The only way to deal with the guerrilla rebels is to adopt a policy of clearing the wilderness, completely destroying the environment in which the rebels live, and who will be able to provide them with financial support after all the local black people in Kasai have died. However, this inhumane practice is very controversial, so Albert can only choose to secretly wipe out the local rebel active villages by dropping poison gas in mid-air, and wait until the poison gas has dissipated before sending ground troops to enter and completely destroy the entire village with flamethrowers. Destroy the corpse.

The rebellion was temporarily suppressed, but Albert did not know how long this turbulent calm would last, and the only thing he could do was to pray that the Krob family would soon infiltrate all parts of the Congo and hold the local power. Although this would cripple the Congo, Albert would rather choose the Congo than the Congo, which is not yet his own.

But what happened next was unpredictable, and after all this he left Congo with his prisoners, Henry and Edie, and returned to Belgium, while the two unlucky ones, Chongbo and Mobutu, were left in the villages where Soman had been gassed, and the flames were destroyed along with the secrets.

There was also an unfortunate bastard, that is, the brilliant chemist Nia was also temporarily left in the Congo to make Soman gas, and after talking to him a few times, Albert found that this guy was indeed a genius, so he simply gave him another task to develop C-4 military explosives, Albert could not wait for this kind of treasure to be produced in the Czech Republic in the sixties. However, the new explosives in Albertonia are very vague, and they are basically "an explosive mixed with **, semtin plastic explosives and white phosphorus." And there is also the point that "the addition of dioctyl adipate or dioctyl sebacate is required because it can change shape at will like a dough, and the addition of polyisobutylene makes it have adhesion like chewing gum." "Polyisobutylene was already available in 1942 and was mass-produced, so it was not difficult to make C-4.

Nia, who liked to accept the challenge, naturally accepted Albert's challenge with joy, because the crown prince was willing to provide him with all the funds. It's just that Nia doesn't know that what she is doing is quietly changing the direction of future military explosives. A new type of explosive to replace the whirlwind explosives of World War II is quietly taking shape in the Congo's chemical research and development base.