The long night is over, and the morning light is faint. With their heads resting on the cold, hard rubble, the German and French officers and soldiers in Paris ushered in a new day. With the bolt of the gun pulled and the footsteps were soft, the soldiers on guard duty came to their positions, ready to respond to the enemy's attack and surprise. The occasional sound of gunfire and explosions came from afar, playing a new overture to the city's day.

"Everyone, get your gas masks ready, the Germans are going to launch a gas attack soon." A French second lieutenant picked up a rag to the window with a bayonet, and after seeing the direction in which it was fluttering, he said to the soldiers next to him with a solemn face. The more than 20 soldiers around him were all in awe when they heard this, and took out something like a medical mask from their respective marching bags and put it in front of them. In the poison gas attack ten days ago, the tragic scene of those robes who were madly tearing their red and ulcerated chests, and finally died in the waning wails of pain, made every French soldier feel like a nightmare, and the memory is still fresh!

The breeze was light, the windows shook, and after about half an hour, a thin and elegant yellowish gas appeared at the front of the position controlled by the Germans; It danced gracefully in the air, and slowly drifted towards the place where the French army was located on the east wind. Compared with the chlorine gas released by the German army before, this time the gas is more than a grade smaller than the last time in terms of color and concentration. If it weren't for the German army's extensive distribution of poison gas attack notices the day before yesterday, the French soldiers would not have treated this gas as poison gas.

"It seems that the Germans are just bluffing. They simply did not have a stockpile of poison gas, so they came up with the idea of intimidating the brave people who still insisted on supporting us in the city. Just a little bit of chlorine. How could it be possible to defeat the valiant French soldiers? The French lieutenant sneered at this. Said with disdain. The surrounding soldiers also showed a look of approval and relaxation. and expressed ten thousand contempt for the treachery and cunning of the Germans. The German airships had not bombed the French residential areas on a large scale before, and there was no trace of chlorine in this gas, and all the illogical weirdness of the green color in it was selectively ignored by them who were desperate to find a field in front of the Germans!

In a relaxed atmosphere, the French soldiers had no intention of retreating, and when the gas gradually drifted to a place not far from them, they slowed down their breathing and symbolically acted as a precautionary measure. A choking smell hits the brain, a smell that is completely different from the pungent smell of chlorine garlic and mustard. The French soldiers couldn't help but be stunned. Just as the French lieutenant frowned and pondered which one the Germans were singing, a soldier standing on guard next to him suddenly dropped his rifle, his hands suddenly clasped his throat, the whites of his eyes rolled, and his throat let out a fierce roar like a beast!

"Eric, what's wrong with you?" The French second lieutenant was taken aback, and before he could reach him to hold him up, the soldier called Eric, convulsed all over his body and fell straight backwards; A face with upright facial features is now full of painful expressions that are distorted like ghosts. Several at the same time. The other robes around also let out a terrible howl; They either wried around on the ground with their bodies or ran wildly around the house like mad cows. Several soldiers stumbled as if they were about to flee towards the door, but they stumbled less than halfway before they fell down, and black and purple blood slowly flowed out of their swollen and cracked seven orifices!

The second lieutenant was shocked, and before he could react, an unimaginably violent suffocation and pain suddenly erupted from the inside of his body's chest, and the whole person seemed to be blown up into thousands of pieces from the inside out! In an instant, his organs were cracked, his throat was burning, and he wanted to say something, but he could only let out a terrible scream that was no longer human.

"Germans...... What kind of gas are the Germans releasing here? The lieutenant's mind buzzed, and he kept roaring loudly in his heart. At this life-and-death moment, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, using this intense pain to maintain a glimmer of clarity in consciousness, and then held his breath, exerted all his strength, and crawled towards the exit door with his hands and feet. Due to his relatively backward position, the second lieutenant was able to break through the door with difficulty, and the glass slag and cement blocks scattered everywhere in the street pierced his skin and bleed. However, at this time, he didn't dare to relax in the slightest, squeezed out the last bit of physical energy in his body, and ran to the back with all his might.

It was not known how long it took, and when there was no longer the smell of mustard between his snorts, the second lieutenant began to gasp violently, and continued to limp forward. His heart suddenly froze, and he turned his head a little afraid to face it, but found that there were only five or six sparse figures behind him, and none of the twenty brothers was by his side!

The same thing was happening again and again in the districts of the French army. This gas, known as the king of poisonous gases, has a complex harmful effect on the human body until a century later, and countless French officers and soldiers have a severe poisoning reaction shortly after inhaling mustard gas: they either have a whirlwind in front of them, or their brains are dark, or their whole body strength is rapidly withdrawn, or their body organs are so painful that they seem to have been cut into pieces inch by inch by the blade...... A large number of French officers and men fell to the ground in a short period of time, and only one-third of them were able to react quickly and escape with their wounds.

Instead of fleeing, some of the French soldiers who were preparing to defend their positions put several gas masks on top of each other in front of them, intending to fight the Germans to the death, but their courage was not duly rewarded. It was September, the temperature in Paris had not dropped significantly, and almost all the French officers and soldiers were still dressed in summer clothes, and large swaths of their skin were exposed to the air; And the horror of mustard gas, which can destroy the human body through the action of the skin even without breathing, is vividly reflected at this time.

As time passed, the French officers and soldiers in the poison gas gradually felt a sharp pain in their arms and faces, and when they looked down, they were shocked to find that their exposed skin had grown patches of shocking hypertrophic edema and bright red spots! In a panic, the French officers and soldiers immediately reached out to scratch in order to relieve the pain, but to their horror, their fingers grabbed patches of blood-drenched rotten loose flesh, and pus flowed long. The soldiers also suffered from nausea, fatigue, and nervous exhaustion due to the fact that they had been in the gas for so long, and the depth of the poison was worse than that of those who had inhaled it directly!

Receiving the shocking casualties from the front line, Rao is the commander of the French garrison in Paris, Gallieni, who was accustomed to seeing losses in the past battles, still couldn't help but be shocked at this moment, and couldn't believe the situation in front of him for a long time. The intensity of the German army's new poison gas far exceeded his imagination, not only causing a large number of his own officers and soldiers to be poisoned and killed, but also forcing his Paris defense mission to a desperate situation. If he ordered the whole army to retreat, it would be tantamount to giving up the positions in the city that the Germans could not obtain at great cost of human lives; And if he doesn't give the order to retreat, his own soldiers will be horribly poisoned in poison gas, which is no different from waiting for death!

"Order the whole army, revoke the previous order to defend to the death, and retreat immediately in the event of a German gas attack until it is out of the envelope of the poison gas!" Gallerieni gritted his teeth and said loudly to the staff officer beside him. Although it is a heart-wrenching move to abandon the position, he can't let the French soldiers die in vain in poison gas no matter what, as long as the troops are still there, there is still a chance to turn the tables and win! Gallieni had already made up his mind to wait for the German gas momentum to pass, and immediately gather the whole army to launch a counter-charge and recapture the city occupied by the Germans.

After noon, the poisonous gas that permeated the rear of the battlefield gradually dissipated, and thousands of German officers and soldiers walked out of their positions and cautiously walked towards the city ahead. Their whole body was tightly wrapped in clothing, shoes and hats, and not a single skin was exposed; The special pig-nosed gas mask worn on the head also ensures that a certain concentration of mustard gas is filtered to a level that is almost harmless to the human body. Although the ease of breathing would be greatly reduced, and the impermeable clothing would be unbearable to wear, the hearts of these soldiers were full of joy and joy: physical torture was nothing compared to dying at the guns of the French, let alone the excitement in their hearts about to conquer Paris!

"Turning this street, there is the French star-shaped square, brothers speed up, the final victory is already at hand!"

In front of a German company of more than 100 people, Captain Loeb was turning his head to raise his arms and shouting to the soldiers behind him. In the heart of this huge square stands the Arc de Triomphe, one of the most famous landmarks of Paris; And even German soldiers who had never been to Paris before were thunderous about the building's reputation.

A century ago, the majestic gate was built at the will of Napoleon to commemorate the victory of the First French Empire over the Russian-Austrian forces. By the time it was completed in 1836, however, Napoleon and the empire he had founded had become a dusty caster of history. The Arc de Triomphe did not witness the great victory of France, but in 1871 welcomed the Prussian army under the command of Marshal Moltke in front of it, and since then it has become an eternal pain in the hearts of the French and a shining glory in the memory of the Germans. And today, this German company is about to embark on the glorious footsteps of its ancestors and become the conqueror of Paris in German military history! (To be continued......)

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