Chapter 24: Is the Dawn Quiet Here? (below)

On the morning of February 10, 1453, on the outskirts of Constantinople

A faint ray of dawn, like a white veil quietly lifted, slowly fell from the eastern sky, gradually waking up the Thracian plain, which was still immersed in darkness, from a night of slumber...... Then, the faint mist that shrouded the field in the early morning was quickly dispelled by the golden sunlight, revealing the towns, roads, bridges, and vast Turkish military camps that had been hidden under the mist.

The glorious morning glow changes in the sky, accompanied by the refreshing morning breeze, announcing that a new day has arrived.

On this beautiful morning, everything seems so serene and peaceful, elegant and tranquil......

It was just a strange thing that the morning was a little too quiet, and there was not a single pleasant birdsong to be heard except for the rustling of the wind. Moreover, the huge military camp of the Ottoman Turkish army, which stretched for more than ten miles, was also silent at this time, and neither the neighing of men and horses nor the smoke of breakfast could be seen. Only a crescent moon flag fluttered in the morning breeze...... At first glance, it seems as if time has frozen here.

In fact, for the Ottoman Turkish soldiers who camped here, their time had indeed stood still - in the name of death!

In this dead wilderness, only a few guys wearing bulky full-body protective suits and gas masks were slowly moving according to the instructions of the instruments. They crept around trenches and fences and broke into the enemy camp. While looking for the traces of each poison gas bomb according to the indicator called "Didi" -- although after several hours of evaporation and diffusion, the Soman poison gas dropped in the middle of the night had almost dissipated, but in order to be vigilant, Wang Qiu and the others, who came to carry out the ammunition recovery mission, still put on the most rigorous and full set of protective equipment for themselves.

In addition to anti-poison equipment, Wang Qiu and several Russian comrades did not forget to bring guns and ammunition for self-defense. But. When they cautiously broke into the Turkish camp, they found that they seemed to be a little extra armed—there were no targets to shoot at in this place!

In this Turkish barracks, they were not greeted with bows and arrows, swords and guns. It was a quiet dead silence!

Or rather, a chilling dead silence.

No loud human voices, no diffuse cooking smoke. There was no neighing of horses, not even the chirping of crows or the barking of wild dogs, only the rustling of flags and tents in the morning breeze...... It seems that the breath of death that comes out of the depths of the darkness is now silently permeating every corner of the entire Ottoman Turkish military camp, making these tents that are submerged in dead silence look extremely sad and weird.

Although he had long known what kind of tragic and brutal massacre effect would be caused by launching a poison gas war against the unsuspecting "medieval natives", Wang Qiu couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine after being there.

With the courage to continue into the depths of the camp, the scene that unfolded in front of Wang Qiu and the others. It is even more unbearable for them to see.

- Dead people, dead people, dead people everywhere, dead people in patches! Under the flagpole, next to the artillery, inside the tent...... There were countless dead bodies lying on their backs, judging by their costumes. It seems that all the peoples of Western Asia and Eastern Europe have it. Some of them choked their necks, some scratched their throats, and some curled up like shrimp...... Some of the bodies lay on their backs, others curled up and rolled on their sides, and some lay on the ground, though each one died differently. But without exception, all of them died horribly! The hideous expressions on their countenances showed the terrible pain they had endured before they died, and made anyone who saw it feel suffocated.

Last night, in order to ensure that the first blow was fatal, the traversers dropped a full seven tons of Soman gas bombs in the Turkish barracks. And this amount of Soman poison gas is already the entire stock destroyed by the Japan Ground Self-Defense Force this time, which is enough to turn Tokyo into a dead city.

So, even according to the most optimistic calculations, at least 99% of the Ottoman Turkish Army was bound to die.

- Well, if at the same time as the poisonous gas is filled, another gust of northwesterly wind blows out of the budget, blowing the fruity Soman's poisonous gas through the walls of Theodosius, so that the citizens of Constantinople can also enjoy the sweet poisonous mist and ascend to bliss...... Then it can be called the work of God.

Luckily, the game hasn't been so undisciplined, so up to this point, the wind around Constantinople has been blowing slowly from the sea in the southeast to the land in the northwest, as expected...... Thus, Constantinople was not destroyed by the poison gas of its own people.

Due to the short time before death, the bodies of these Ottoman Turkish soldiers have not yet decomposed and maggots, vividly showing their condition in the moment before death, like the scene of a crime in a police movie. But it is this restoration of the real scene, which in turn tortures the conscience of the murderers even more heavily - although they are generally lacking in discipline, they have not lost their rationality after all, and have become madmen who take pleasure in killing.

So, in silence, they slowly walked through one silent tent after another, bypassing or trampling on all sorts of corpses—soldiers, horses, cats, dogs, rats...... Even the passing birds fell and became another victim of Soman's poison gas.

-- The living soul is extinct, and no man or animal is left...... The power of gas warfare is so cruel and terrifying.

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According to the display arrow on the screen of the instrument in their hand, they continued to walk forward for a long time, but there was still an endless dead silence around them, and there were only corpses of different shapes in their field of vision...... An indescribable aura of terror, with this overwhelming surge of death, penetrated into everyone's hearts without a shadow and into the hearts of everyone, making them more and more unable to step their legs...... In this terrifying atmosphere of death, Wang Qiu almost wanted to give up the task of his trip. Then turn around and run as fast as you can, escaping from this lifeless hell of death.

Fortunately, at this moment of panic and hesitation, the indicator in his hand finally came out with a sharp dripping sound, breaking the silence around him, and also refreshed Wang Qiu's spirits and stopped thinking nonsense. Moaning without disease...... Following the sound of the signal, a thick black cylindrical gas bomb came into view, surrounded by layers of dead bodies. A small red light flashed and went off at the end of the gas bomb.

-- Before last night's bombing, they installed small signal transmitters on each Soman gas bomb. for easy recycling afterwards.

“…… Alas, in Shijie, which is too civilized, this is the most uncomfortable! No matter what we do, we have to hide it, and where it is like when we were in Central America, the natives all worship us as gods! Whatever you bring, whether it's a rocket or a ten-wheeled truck, just tell the Indians directly: This is a superweapon sent from heaven by the gods......"

Wang Qiu muttered as he took out the wormhole wrapped in a strange black mist from his suitcase, and then concentrated on activating his ability to get the used gas bomb back to another shijie - or someone else would find out about these things. But it's going to be a lot of trouble!

After all, the Europeans of the fifteenth century, although not yet civilized and scientific, were not as easy to fool as the Native Americans of the same era.

In particular, the deep-rooted Christian beliefs of Europeans make the travelers scratch their heads: if they don't get it right, they will be accused of witchcraft and black magic. Let the executioners of the Inquisition be burned at the stake - of course, it would be debatable to find out who exactly set the fire to whom. The traversers are not willing to be martyred Joan of Arc, and if you push these undisciplined fellows into a hurry, they will definitely not mind washing the city of Rome in blood with Soman gas and napalm, and by the way, casting a bunch of super viruses. To solve the problem of overpopulation in Europe.

――Just as Wang Qiu was thinking wildly and began to wander around looking for the next gas bomb, a piercing rustle suddenly came from the helmet of his protective suit, and then from the microphone attached to the helmet, the familiar shout of Senior Sister Ma Tong came out.

“…… Hey, call Comrade Wang Qiu's first squad, call Comrade Wang Qiu's first squad! I'm Ma Tong! I'm in the royal tent of the Sultan of Turkey! A gas bomb was found here, and again, a gas bomb was found here! Please come over and deal with it as soon as possible! ”

Then, Wang Qiu saw the dignity of the Ottoman Turkish Sultan Mehmed II...... Or the remains......

- Despite being on the front lines, the Sultan's dwelling was as elaborate as the palace. His royal tent is as majestic as a palace, and the interior and exterior decoration are extremely luxurious and extravagant, and it is extraordinary at first glance. Inside, it is separated by colourful silk curtains and adorned with ornaments of ivory, gold, silver, and precious stones. The Sultan himself had a magnificent bed with a lavish tent made of gold and silver threads, and at the head of the bed was a row of perfume bottles containing juices of various colors, which sh......immered in the morning light.

Regrettably, despite lying on such a luxurious bed, the remains of Sultan Mehmed II were not at all at all peaceful - a thick, black and hard Soman gas bomb fell from the sky, pierced his tent and gauze tent, and fell straight on the Sultan's body, smashing him on the spot. The frightened maids and eunuchs also fell under the attack of the poisonous gas that erupted......

Looking at the dead sultan, Wang Qiu couldn't help but sigh and shook his head, then stretched out his hands and activated the ability to remove the gas bomb from his corpse, revealing the bloody remains of Sultan Mehmed II.

“…… Alas, a generation of conquerors died inexplicably like this, and there was not even a single one to collect the corpses...... It's really miserable. Hey, Senior Sister Ma Tong, don't be so fast in searching for corpses! It's just that his necklace belongs to you, at least the ruby ring should be left to me! ”

At the same time, the Russian Maozi, the Japanese singers, and the Chinese chengguan, who were pouring into the imperial tent, also began to compete for the gold and silver in the tent.

It can be seen that the vast majority of time and space travelers in this world are completely undisciplined............)

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