From the beginning, Li Lin liked mustard gas, which was more toxic, and had better adhesion and penetration.

As a classic erosive poison gas, mustard gas has long been produced, equipped and used by the armies of various countries, and even glimpses of this poison gas in post-war regional conflicts. And after the British discovered the dimercaptoyl antidote, Louis gas was quickly eliminated.

Poison gases that are not toxic enough and can be detoxified are worthless.

"Poisoned subjects quickly notice anomalies and quickly move away from the poisonous mist. And the screams of the poisoner—"

Li Linchao was still twisting and twisting his real body and pouted.

Hearing this kind of voice, it is difficult to guarantee that the soldier's will to fight will not be shaken. ”

In the closed gas chambers, the death rate of the real yàn body is so slow, after being diluted in the open field, the problem of Lewis gas being easy to hydrolyze and low toxicity is only more pronounced. Commanders may have to wait for hours or even whole days, or release more poison gas to incapacitate their targets until they die.

This sucks.

The councillors would not like such a thing, and neither would Li Lin.

"You should focus on Type B gases instead of wasting time and money on Type A. ”

The non-negotiable tone fell, and a group of white coats lowered their heads like schoolchildren who had been caught doing something wrong. Fritz Haber, the head of the Fourth Division and a pioneer of chemical warfare, took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his head and said carefully:

"Your Excellency, the production and storage process of Type B is still being explored, the current product has not yet been completely stabilized, and the output is limited to the actual yàn room to extract the real yàn, and the cost of large-scale production is too high. ”

The boy's face didn't change, and Haber had to continue explaining.

"Although the toxicity of type A is insufficient, we have mastered the production process of this poisonous gas. Before perfecting Type B. Some can be produced in small batches to fill gaps. ”

"I see. ”

Knowing better than these chemical weapons experts, Li Lin raised his hand to stop Haber's speech. Turning around and staring at Louis, who finally stopped making a fuss, his delicate eyebrows raised.

"The trial continues. You need to get up to speed as quickly as possible with the B-type production process. ”

In fact, Li Lin can give the ready-made production process, and now the fourth place uses the artificial synthesis method of the famous chemist Victor Meyer in 1886, and he can give the standard production method of mustard gas perfected by the British chemist Hans T. Clark in 1913 and finally adopted by the Second German Reich in World War I.

But what's the point? The imperfection of the chemical industry system makes mass production of mustard gas still a distant thing. Even if it is given to them, it makes no sense, it is better to let them figure it out for themselves.

Moreover-

"But, gentlemen. Even Type B did not fully meet the requirements. Noticeable yellow smoke, slow lethal processes, and screams of soldiers will quickly alert the enemy. As long as the wind mage blows the poisonous mist towards our troops, it will in turn cause us a lot of trouble, and the tactical value that should have been reduced to a negative number. ”

The white coats had a look of abrupt realization, and the common problem of all the scholars—the love of soaking in the real room, and the disconnection between the actual production of the factory and the war situation at the front—was evident in them.

With his fingers gently tapping on the tempered glass, Li Lin made a new request.

"The poison gas we need in the future must be more lethal and more insidious. At the same time, it should be used in combination with artillery shells and bombs. From large-caliber field guns, the main guns of floating warships, aerial bombs to mortars of infantry companies, they must be able to fire poison gas shells. This is what you are working on in the future. ”

Bang Bang Bang -

The high-IQ killers clapped vigorously, and smiles appeared on the faces of the guys in charge of nerve gas.

There is no doubt that nerve gas is the thing that can meet the demand, and organophosphate gas is finally about to usher in spring.

After continuing to take a fancy tour of the facility, Li Lin finally left the underground research institute with the officers who were about to vomit. After stepping out of the iron gate disguised as part of the flower garden. Tyr gulped in the sweet fresh air into the lobes of his lungs, looked at Li Lin with composure, and gained a deeper understanding of his boss's nervous sturdy Cheng Dù.

As soon as he entered the underground laboratory, which was filled with the smell of rust and disinfectant water, he felt a sharp discomfort, and his stomach and brain were already collapsing at the sight of the tests and the things soaked in the antiseptic solution in the dissecting room. The other officers are still taking deep breaths with ugly faces, but the consul is as calm and clear as if he was going home, is this also one of the abilities of the [transcendent species]?

"Your Excellency, are we really going to use that kind of thing on the battlefield?"

A captain asked a question, and the officers of the staff looked together at the frightened young man, and then turned back to the big boss with a stern face.

Obviously, poison gas is a new type of weapon with tremendous power that can form an unprecedented deterrent to enemy forces, and as Li Lin said, it is a weapon of mass destruction.

There is a slight contradiction between the use of such weapons and traditional rules of engagement and morality......

"This weapon is too cruel. ”

The Captain's words sounded like a joke, the cold kind.

As we all know, as the highest-end group violence of intelligent beings, war has no so-called honor and morality since its birth. Winning is the only goal, killing is the main means.

An officer discusses humanity and morality in war, arguing that a new type of weapon is too cruel......

――Which dimension is this an idealistic joke?

"Captain Halmayle. ”

Li Lin's cold voice made all the officers subconsciously shrink their necks.

"If we don't use it, why do we develop it? Spend a lot of money to make weapons just to use them one day. ”

"But ......," the captain continued, squeezing his parched lips, "and this would set an extremely dangerous precedent, and we would not only be under pressure from public opinion, but also that the war would spiral out of control. ”

Weapons of mass destruction are more dangerous than any known weapon, and the use of these highly toxic chemicals against opposing troops and civilians - especially the latter would completely spin the war out of control and transform into the pattern mentioned by Li Lin - there is no honor, no morality, only a group of wild beasts fighting until one side falls or dies together.

Humans and orcs may not have toys such as poison gas, but anything that is related to racial hatred will always develop in the direction of the most savage madness, and the deadly [meat bullet] will also be unbearable for the elves.

"Don't worry. His shoulders relaxed with a sigh, and Li Lin changed to a relaxed and happy tone: "I haven't planned to conquer the world with this kind of thing, and it's still a long way from the poison gas equipment troops." Even if I do, I only consider using it in the worst case. ”

The officers breathed a sigh of relief, and the strong sense of honor made them instinctively disgusted with the extremely brutal poison gas warfare, but the great power of the poison gas also left a deep impression on them.

In any case, it would never be wise to give up a weapon of great might in any way.

In fact, Li Lin really didn't want to mass-produce poison gas right now. After all, it takes money to produce and store those dangerous substances. The erosive poison gas did not satisfy his needs. Before sarin and taban can be successfully synthesized, not much erosive gas is required.

The stench of burning meat in the cold wind made Tyr pause and look behind him, where the chimney jutting out of the ground was belching black smoke and the sky darkened.

The cool wind that brings coolness around the neck blows the flower bed,

The flowers ripple in waves with the seeping wind, and the brilliant and colorful patterns make Tyre feel the fear of the new life.

It is not a flower garden that is stored in front of you, but a monster that eats flesh and spits flames into the sky.

Walking out of the gates of the Nibelungen Arsenal, an impatient officer hurried up to greet her, whom Tyr recognized as the Secretariat's duty secretary, Ensign Lange, who hurriedly gave a military salute, and her low, shrill voice made Tyre's head ache along with his stomach.

"Roland, something has happened to them, please hurry back immediately. (To be continued.) )

PS: Guess the small theater