At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, the bright sun shines on the earth, making people feel that this winter is not too cold.

On the ground, however, every move of the German artillery exuded a piercing chill.

Under the supervision of the soldiers of the chemical defense company, the gunners tied the collar and cuffs of their uniforms tightly, put on long gloves, and put on gas masks.

With all the precautions in place, the loader walked to the ammo box behind him.

Nearly two-thirds of the ammunition boxes have skull logos painted in white paint.

The skull's hideous expression adds an eerie atmosphere to the sunny noon.

The loaders used a crowbar to pry open the ammunition box, revealing a neatly arranged cannonball with the same white skull pattern painted on it.

In addition to the explosive part, the shells sprayed with skull patterns were filled with a liquid mixture of Tabun and chlorobenzene in a ratio of 80:20.

Born in 1936, Tabun is a powerful nerve agent that was inadvertently created as a by-product of the development of pesticides by a pharmaceutical company owned by Farben in Germany.

Tabun poison is highly volatile, can invade the human body through skin contact or breathing, inhalation of lethal doses, one to ten minutes to cause the death of the poisoned person.

The emergence of Tabang poison has eliminated old-fashioned agents such as hydrocyanic acid and phosgene.

At the beginning of 1942, in order to prevent a possible poison gas war in the Soviet-German war, the German government approved the production of a batch of Tabun poison for use as a reserve, and the production place was in Poland, which was under the control of someone.

However, when Tabang gas had just been produced about 3,000 tons, an embarrassing problem arose.

The same problem comes from the mad scientists at Farben Chemical.

After a series of dangerous research experiments, several engineers of Farben Chemical developed a new model of the Tabun series.

Farben Chemical took a letter from the surnames of each of the scientists involved in the research and development, and named the new model of poison gas sarin.

After comparison, the toxicity of Tabun poison is only one-third of that of sarin, and the emergence of sarin poison means that Tabun poison is facing the situation of elimination.

With an order from Hitler, the production of Tabun poison was discontinued, and the factory switched to the production of sarin poison.

The 3,000 tons of Tabun poison that had already been produced could only be temporarily stacked in warehouses in southern Poland.

At the end of 1942, a Polish governor became commander of the German Expeditionary Force, leading the expeditionary force to India.

On the journey to India, the commander studied the "Chronicles of the Three Kingdoms" hard to cultivate his mind.

After arriving in India, when formulating a plan for the war against Japan, the results of the commander's cultivation of the (sacred) heart (birth) and cultivation of (madness) were manifested.

In line with the principle of being diligent and thrifty and eliminating waste, Chen Dao decided to take out the outdated products that had accumulated in the warehouse and put them to use, and formulated a battle plan around this batch of weapons of mass destruction.

When naming the battle plan at the end, Chen Dao suddenly remembered that Tabun poison, as the core part of the battle plan, was a by-product of the research and development of pesticides, and immediately decided to name the battle plan "King Pesticide".

The Japanese army, who did not understand the true connotation of the king's pesticide, and a certain kidnapper in the German army, were destined to become victims of the king's pesticide plan.

On the Japanese position, Nagashi Shintake waited all morning without waiting for the German attack.

Approaching noon, thinking of the fierce battle that was about to break out, and thinking that this lunch would be the last lunch for many officers and soldiers, Nagashi Shintake found out in his conscience and ordered the logistics department to take out more than half of the canned food that was carefully kept in peacetime and improve the food for the soldiers.

And he himself was also given preferential treatment.

In addition to the cans, the soldiers of the logistics department caught two carp in the Dalong River.

With the selfless dedication of the two carps, Chang Nobutake drank delicious fish soup at lunch.

After a hearty lunch, Chang Xinzhu stroked his bulging belly, and spewed out smoke with a cigarette in his mouth.

At this time, if there is a woman······ When the battle is over and you return to the rear, be sure to find a few beautiful local women to defeat the fire.

The sudden explosion shattered the obscene thoughts that Nagashi Nobutake had in his head, and Nagaku Nobutake first shivered involuntarily, then stood up and excitedly walked to the observation hole of the anti-artillery hole to look outside.

"The Germans are finally here, and I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The German artillery bombardment was fast and intense, but it did not cause more problems for the Japanese except to add many craters to the Japanese positions.

After several days of frenzied shelling, the Japanese army's psychological resistance to artillery suppression increased rapidly.

No matter how fierce the German shelling was, the Japanese soldiers just hid in the anti-artillery holes, or crouched in the trenches, holding their weapons and waiting for the shelling to end.

In the eyes of the Japanese soldiers, the German Army's howitzers were nothing compared to the Luftwaffe's frenzied aerial bombs.

After a short five minutes, German artillery fire began to extend deep into the Japanese positions.

The Japanese army had been tested in battle for a long time and had rich experience, and quickly discovered the abnormal movement of German artillery fire.

As soon as the German artillery fire was transferred, the Japanese soldiers drilled out of the anti-artillery holes and ran to their respective combat positions, and in the trenches that seemed to be empty, rows of heads and muzzles instantly appeared.

However, what they were waiting for was not a charge from German infantry and tanks, but a sudden return of artillery bombardment.

The Japanese were well-trained and experienced, and most of the heads next to the trenches retracted into the trenches as soon as the shells fell.

Unlike the last shelling, this shelling, the explosive power of the shells was significantly weakened, but with the explosion, waves of colorless and transparent liquid splashed in all directions, falling to all corners of the position.

In Myanmar in March, the maximum temperature at noon has exceeded 30 degrees, and the maximum temperature can reach 36 degrees.

Under the influence of high temperatures, most of the Japanese soldiers only wore shorts and half-sleeved uniforms, and some soldiers with poor heat resistance were even naked, and the cool clothing doomed the Japanese army to go farther and farther on the road of no return to death.

On the position of the 2nd Brigade of the 56th Wing, a private of the 56th Wing shrank back into the trench at the moment the shell fell, dodging the damage caused by the explosion of the shell, and was secretly rejoicing when he suddenly felt a cool liquid splash down on his neck.

Subconsciously touching his neck, the Japanese soldier saw an extra layer of colorless transparent liquid in his hand.

"It's okay, it's not blood, and I'm not injured."

After staring at the liquid in his hand for a few seconds, Private raised his right hand and sniffed it in front of his nose.

A faint scent of fruit rushed into his mind, and the private was first shocked, and then his body couldn't help but shiver, staring at the palm prints of his palms in a daze.

In his vision, the originally clear palm prints in his palm suddenly became blurred, he shook his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at the palm again, the palm prints became clear again, but within three seconds, the palm prints blurred again.

Holding a staring posture at his palm, the private's whole body trembled, and his body fell limply to the left.

The moment he fell, he saw a blurred face appear in front of him, seemingly a comrade of his squad.

In the haze, he saw his teammates' heads twitch and twitch, and clumps of white foam erupted from their mouths.

Either contaminated by the splash of venom, or smelling the volatile poisonous gas, the trenches were full of Japanese soldiers who had fallen to the ground with poison and convulsions.

Some of the surviving Japanese soldiers fled in the trenches in a panic, wearing gas masks or covering their mouths with handkerchiefs.

When the shelling began, Nagashi Nobutake hid in his bunker to observe the situation outside.

Sensing that the German shelling extended to the rear and then suddenly returned, a cold snort came out of his mouth.

"The cunning Germans actually used such despicable means, do you think that you can defeat the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire with such a small trick?"

Seeing the soldiers in the trenches in front of him retract into the trenches in time, Nagashi Nobutake couldn't help but feel proud of the soldiers' well-trained.

"In the face of the Imperial Army of the Great Japanese Empire, such a despicable trick is useless."

As soon as Chang Xinzhu finished speaking, he suddenly shook his head, blinked vigorously, and twitched his nose a few times.

The unbearable itching sensation spread from the eyes to the brain, followed by a pinprick pain.

Chang Xinzhu couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hands and rubbed his eyes, but the stinging pain suddenly intensified, and tears rushed down like the raging Dalong River.

Chang Xinzhu burst into tears, turned around and shouted, "Bring me a handkerchief, quickly." ”

Before he could turn around, he saw a figure stumbling in at the door of the bunker, falling headlong to the ground, convulsing like an electric shock.

The person who rushed in was Suzuki, the leader of the 1st Brigade, who lay on his side on the ground, loosened the handkerchief covering his nose, stared at the roof of the bunker, and stammered and repeated a word: "Poison······ Gas ······ Poison ······ ······"

At this time, the stinging sensation from his eyes had taken over Nagashi Nobutake's entire brain, but the words Suzuki said still shocked him.

Holding his tearful eyes with his hands, Nagashi Shintake shouted, "Bring me a gas mask······"