In the early morning of March 19, there was not much sound on the mist-shrouded front.

On the trenches, the fluttering military flags and national flags pointed slightly at the enemy's trenches on the opposite side of the trenches, and after the weathermen picked up the anemometer to measure the wind speed, they picked up the telephone and reported to the headquarters the meteorological conditions on the front line.

"Wind speed 2-3 meters per second, wind direction northeast ......"

A few minutes later, the order for the general attack was issued to the forward troops who were already on standby, and after the gunners took off their armor, they began to unscrew the steel plugs at the mouth of the shells, and screwed the fuses on the shells, which were placed flat at a distance of only more than one meter from the gun positions, and on the mortar positions at the front, one by one the shells were taken out of the cartridge boxes and placed on the tiled canvas, and the safety bolts of the fuses were directly removed by them, and they would fire the most intensive fire at the first time they received the order.

While the artillerymen were preparing for the general attack, the officers who carried the submachine guns that had been improved several times and had solved the problems of jamming and other problems in the front line were handed out insurance policies and stationery, and at the same time loudly reminded the soldiers of the importance of the insurance policy.

According to the Imperial Guard Welfare Act, signed by His Majesty, the Guards have purchased insurance for every officer and soldier, and the insurance compensation and pension are enough for their families to live the rest of their lives without food and clothing after they are killed, and as officers, they must repeatedly remind the soldiers of the insurance policy and important surnames before fighting.

"Everyone should fill out the insurance policy carefully! If you die in battle, the beneficiary will get 500 yuan in insurance premiums! If you don't have any relatives, you can donate to the Imperial Education Foundation, the Bereaved Foundation, and of course, if you want, you can donate to the Guards Army, but I certainly won't do that. Everyone must write a will, and after it is written and handed over to the squad leader, it will be sealed by the chief. ”

Insurance money plus pension up to 800 yuan of bereavement pension, perhaps this is already the best compensation that the current economic conditions of the empire can do, although everyone knows that His Majesty prefers to be able to support the families of the fallen officers and soldiers, but the restrictions of the empire's economic conditions make it just an illusion, but at least now the Imperial Invalids has been built, and the disabled soldiers can apply to join the Invalids Academy, where the disabled officers and soldiers who have fought for His Majesty can be taken care of by His Majesty.

"Father, well! Son, I didn't embarrass you for your son, if you see this letter, it means that your son and I have entered Lingyan Pavilion to enjoy three sacrifices a year! You once said that you can enjoy the glory of Lingyan Pavilion after your death, loyalty and filial piety can not be both, as a guard, the honor of being honored by Your Majesty, and enjoying the glory of the people of the empire, you can only repay Your Majesty and the country with flesh and blood, and the child can not fulfill filial piety, I hope that after the death of my father, I will reprimand him for not being filial, so if I can alleviate the sorrow of my father, my son will also smile in Jiuquan......"

When writing the will, Zhao Sheng wiped his tears while writing, the Zhao family has been a small businessman for generations, and he has never produced any characters, but now he has become a captain of the Imperial Guard, which is the biggest official of the Zhao family for many generations, and he was even awarded the Order of the Imperial Guards by His Majesty Sidian.

Since the army was transferred from the northeast of Shaanxi to the northeast, he had imagined serving His Majesty and the country with death, but now that he is really facing such a big war, he can't help but feel a little more worried in his heart, he is the only son of the Zhao family, and when facing the situation of checkmate death, it is inevitable that he will shed tears.

At this time, the entire trench was silent, both officers and soldiers were lying on the empty ammunition box writing their wills, carefully filling out the insurance policy, at this time the cultural literacy of the Guards has always been mandatory surnames came in handy, at least all soldiers did not need to have others write insurance policies and write wills.

The atmosphere seemed a little strange, and finally the wills were put into envelopes, and then into the big envelopes, the officers and soldiers watched the heralds carry the envelopes to the rear, maybe tomorrow, there is no telling how many letters will be sent, maybe half, maybe more, they know who the enemy they are facing is, not those Qing soldiers who can be repelled with a bayonet charge, nor the Hezhou army that wields a big sword and is more than brave and inflexible, but an army of great powers that has survived a hundred battles.

During the outer battle in Mukden, the First Guards Army sent nearly 10,000 death notices a day, and now?

Alive! Or die, it's a choice for all.

"Brothers!"

Zhao Sheng looked at Lian Li's subordinates.

"Here, I just remind you of one thing, whether you are a soldier of the Imperial Guard, 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 that the brothers will cherish the glory of participating in this battle to rewrite the national fortune, add glory to the flag of the Guards, and add glory to the family!"

After saying this, Zhao Sheng gave a military salute to his subordinates.

"Say goodbye!"

"Meet again in Lingyan Pavilion!"

The soldiers saluted and replied in a neat but not loud voice, this is a requirement, no loud noise, even if the officers and soldiers say goodbye.

"Set up a ladder! All ready! ”

Dozens of minutes later, when a group of sappers began to pick up the detonators and point the flag to the position of the army, in the trenches on the front line, following the orders of the non-commissioned officers and officers, the soldiers who had been nervously waiting and tortured for half the night set up wooden ladders and leaned on the edge of the trenches, which were two meters deep, and had to borrow ladders to go up.

Having reached the front line under the order to attack, the fighters in the trenches understood that, perhaps, this 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!"

With the officers of the two divisions in more than a dozen trenches on a front of more than 100 kilometers, this order was issued almost at the same time.

The soldiers loaded their rifles with bayonets, and the trenches resounded with the sound of metal striking when the bayonets were installed, and then the soldiers followed their rifles, and each of the soldiers of the assault battalion looked a little anxious, excited, and looked up at the chest wall of the trench with fearful eyes in anticipation, and for the first time they would jump out of the trench two meters deep and attack the positions of the army.

The next second, March 21, at 6:03, a series of slight explosions sounded on the front at the same time, after a series of but not violent explosions, thousands of cylinders did not explode violently, but one by one rose up thick smoke, green smoke quickly under the use of the wind towards the spread of the army.

The green smoke seemed to be mixed in the mist, like the green elves, beautiful and delicate, the green elves were not blown away by the wind, but attached to the ground, constantly rolling forward, the elves' tentacles squirmed gracefully, without making any sound, the wind caressed the thick green elves, like a mother who doted on them, caressing their bodies, calling it to swim to the northeast.

"What's that?"

Gosei Jiro, who was standing at the guard post, looked at the dazzling, beautiful, and slowly squirming green mist in the mist, and a wave of doubt rose in his heart.

"My God, what a beautiful fog!"

"yes, such a beautiful fog, if only Keiko were here!"

"It's definitely a mist to get down on your knees and admire!"

The soldiers in the trenches looked at the strange but delicate green mist in amazement, and at this time they seemed to forget that when Satan appeared in the world, he often put on the most beautiful coat, just like this green elf, under the reflection of the morning sun, the green mist rolling on the ground was so beautiful, who would have thought that such a beautiful would be Satan's present life?

Finally, in the admiration of the soldiers, the green mist slowly rolled over the breastwork in front of them, and when they were about to roll into the trenches, they stretched out their hands and touched the green mist like children, as they giggled.

"What does this smell like!"

"Why does it smell so bad!"

Before the yellow-green smoke rolled into the trench, some soldiers with a keen sense of smell had already smelled the pungent strange smell in the air, but these had already rolled, and just as they shouted, the yellow-green smoke "fell" into the trench.

"Ahem...... Cough...... Ahem......"

The sound of violent coughing sounded over the defense line of the Japanese army, and the coughing became denser and louder, accompanied by the coughing sound and the frightened shouts of those soldiers.

"What's going on!"

In the thick yellow-green smoke, every time Keiji Matsushita shouted loudly, he felt that his chest was even more stuffy, and he felt more and more nauseous with the dull pain in his chest.

"Vomit ......"

Not only was he alone, the trenches were full of soldiers lying on their stomachs vomiting, 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 feeling of breath forced them to tear open their collars and grab their chests.

"Ah...... Cough...... Cough...... Mom......"

In just a minute or two, screams and cries echoed over the trenches, no one knew what was happening, these soldiers who had been brave gave up their responsibilities, they dropped their weapons and ran towards the rear crying, and at this time the yellow-green smoke was blowing in the breeze, and they had occupied the reserve trench of the army, compared to the front-line shooting trench, there were more people here, after the smoke fell into the trench, the same panic spread in the reserve trench, the violent coughing, the shouts made when they couldn't breathe, This cry of despair echoed over the trenches.

"Toot ......"

At 6:08, a piercing whistle sounded, and in the trench, the squad platoon leader was the first to step on the ladder and jump out of the trench, waving the weapons in their hands and ordering the soldiers to charge.

"Quick...... Fast, fast, ......"

Inside the trenches, the sound of metal clashing rang out as the soldiers scrambled out of the trenches.

"Dut...... Doodle...... Toot ......"

After rushing out of the trench, Zhao Sheng, who was holding the submachine gun, was quickly approaching the trench of the army with a cat's waist, and at the same time biting the whistle and issuing orders with the whistle, first the liaison post, and then the command post, the soldiers who had learned how to distinguish the military whistle from the mixed whistle on the training ground immediately carried out tactical actions according to the order, although the inner tension was extremely high, but the tactical movements were extremely skillful.

The artillery shells fired from the other side swept over their heads, and none of them landed on the enemy's line in front of them, which was a long-range fire, while the artillery shells of the Japanese army kept falling on their side.

At this time, the whistle on the battlefield is monotonous, just a hurried offensive whistle, attack, attack! In the order that Zhao Sheng received, there were only a few simple words, attack! Kill the enemy! Attack again!

Although they were wearing masks, the attacking officers and soldiers could still smell the pungent strange smell in the air, and in this pungent strange smell, a strange emotion surged in their hearts, the battlefield was too strange, although there were constantly bullets fired at the defense line, but those bullets were not accurate at all, and they could not even catch up with the threat of the artillery shooting from a long distance.

What's going on?

With this question, especially when he heard the violent coughing sound coming from the defense line of the Yue army, the doubt in Zhao Sheng's heart became even stronger, and he vaguely saw the low breastwork in front of the Yue army's trenches, and a raindrop-like grenade was thrown out of his head, which was a grenade thrown out by the grenadiers on the second line, and in the violent explosion, the air wave of the explosion finally blew away some smoke.

Zhao Sheng, who had already rushed to Zhao Sheng, could finally see the situation in the trenches of the Yue army, but this would not allow him to think too much, when those soldiers who coughed saw the enemy rushing to their positions, they almost instinctively launched a counter-charge, but their counter-charge was weak, in the stabbing process, the soldiers were surprised to find that their enemy was weaker than they imagined, and they could not even remove the bayonets that stabbed them.

"Kill!"

With the roar, the bayonet sank into the chest of a soldier who said this, and when he changed the magazine for the submachine gun, Zhao Sheng was surprised to see that some of the soldiers were killed, with a smile of relief on their faces.

At the same time that the attacking troops broke through the firing trenches of the Japanese army, dozens of trucks with steel plates wrapped in the front of the trucks were driving on the battlefield that was frozen hard by the bottom temperature of the night; when the trucks approached the front trenches of the Japanese army, the sappers standing on both sides of the truck immediately dismantled the truck pallets and cleaned the trenches of the Japanese army with submachine guns. Although the bullets kept hitting the cars, and the shells occasionally exploded near the cars, they could not stop the trucks, and when the trucks drove to a distance of only more than 200 meters from the second line of trenches, they immediately turned around and pointed the rear of the car at the trenches of the Japanese army, and the co-pilot then detonated a special explosive bolt, and more chlorine gas was released closer to the second line of defense.

At this breaking point, the second wave added as many as 18 tons of chlorine, which was lower than the 24 tons in the first wave, but made the smoke that seemed to be about to fade even thicker.

(To be continued)