Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Chapter 613: Poison Gas Bomb Hell Harvester

Inside the headquarters tent, poison gas bombs continued to emit green poisonous gas, which soon filled the entire tent.

Two Japanese officers ran out in the dark, but still inhaled a large amount of poison gas. They knelt on the ground, coughing and scratching their throats, as if they would not stop until they coughed out their lungs.

A combat staff officer in the tent coughed as he crawled to the telephone, picked up the phone and called the supply corps, but the call could not be made.

He stumbled out of the tent, coughing and shouting, "Someone come, cough cough, someone come, cough cough cough..."

The sentries at the gate collapsed to the ground, coughing from inhaling the poisonous gas. A patrol team came running over from a short distance. The leading sergeant came over breathlessly and asked, "Major, what happened?"

"Hurry, hurry to the baggage train, cough, cough, cough, go to the baggage train regiment, cough, cough..." The combat staff officer fell to the ground out of breath before he could finish his words.

The patrol sergeant saw, by the light of the campfire outside the tent, disgusting and nauseous blisters on the major's face.

Looking at the officers and sentry soldiers lying on the ground nearby, they were all coughing non-stop, and their coughs were getting weaker and weaker, with the same festering blisters growing on their faces.

"What's going on?" The Japanese sergeant Dawei was shocked. At this time, he also felt a strong discomfort in his throat and then began to cough.

Some of the poison gas bombs that fell from the sky penetrated the tents, while others landed on the open ground. Each gas bomb emitted a thick green poisonous gas that spread in the air within a few minutes.

The poison gas bombs that fell into the tents filled the entire tent with poison gas, which poisoned everyone in the tent and continued to spread outside the tent.

What's even worse is that there is no wind tonight. If there is wind, the poisonous gas will be blown in one direction, and many people may not be able to breathe the poisonous gas.

Now that there is no wind, the poison gas is not easy to dissipate. Moreover, because the poison gas bombs are still emitting poison gas, it won’t be long before the entire camp will be covered by poison gas. As long as you are in the camp, you will almost inevitably inhale the poison gas.

The toxicity of this mustard gas took effect too quickly. In just a few minutes, the Japanese officers and soldiers who inhaled it began to cough terribly. What was even more terrifying was that the skin on their bodies would ulcerate at an extremely fast speed, and as long as the skin touched the pus, it would be infected.

Zhang Yunhe was driving the landing craft in the sky, dropping poison gas bombs one after another as he drove. When he had used up one third of the poison gas bombs in his backpack, the entire camp of the Japanese army division, which was spread over a radius of more than ten miles, was shrouded in poisonous fog.

All the temporary camps for the Japanese were in complete chaos because the mustard gas took effect too quickly. Symptoms would appear after just a short while of inhalation, and would become increasingly severe. If not treated in time, there would be little chance of survival.

There is a field hospital and doctors and nurses in the camp of the Logistics and Supply Regiment, but now these doctors and nurses are in trouble. They know about the existence of poison gas bombs, but they never thought that one day this thing would fall next to them and explode. By the time they reacted, it was too late and they had all inhaled mustard gas.

When Zhang Yunhe dropped poison gas bombs on all nine camps, large and small, the entire Japanese division's camp had completely stopped operating, and it was a hellish scene everywhere. Only a small number of Japanese soldiers had previously worn drug trafficking masks and participated in offensive and assault positional battles.

This small group of people had seen poison gas bombs explode and release poison gas, and had seen the tragic situation of inhaling poison gas. Therefore, when the poison gas bombs fell near them, a very small number of them covered their mouths and noses with wet towels in time and did not inhale mustard gas at the first time.

Seeing his companions and officers around him falling to the ground, coughing non-stop, with a large number of disgusting and horrible festering blisters growing on their bodies because they did not take timely precautions and deal with the situation, he felt like he was in hell.

The Japanese soldiers who inhaled mustard gas lay on the ground, their breath gradually becoming weaker while coughing, and finally died silently.

The Japanese, whether high-ranking generals or ordinary soldiers at the bottom, were seriously unprepared for poison gas bombs because they were the only ones who used them against the Guo army, and no one used them against them, and they achieved significant results every time they used them.

This made them subconsciously believe that the devil of poison gas bombs would never befall them. Tonight, when the poison gas bombs exploded around them and continued to spread poison gas, only more than one hundred Japanese veterans took timely measures, and the others all inhaled large amounts of poison gas because they were caught off guard.

As the poison gas bombs continued to spread, Japanese sentries and patrol soldiers kept falling to the ground. Japanese soldiers and officers kept coughing loudly from the tents, trying to breathe fresh air, but they fell to the ground and died one after another in the process of surviving.

The Japanese death camps within a radius of more than ten miles were in chaos, and the miserable cries of Japanese officers and soldiers due to the severe pain caused by the ulcers on their skin could be heard everywhere.

There were also generals and officers who coughed while giving orders to their subordinates, asking them to call doctors and nurses and get gas masks.

The telephone lines between the camps had been cut off by Zhang Yunhe long ago. Some Japanese radio operators were suffering from seizures after inhaling poison gas and did not receive timely rescue, so they wanted to send messages through the radio. However, all these were in vain. The toxic side effects of the poison gas occurred too quickly, and there was no time for them to call for help.

The Japanese officers who made phone calls and the Japanese telegraph operators who tried to send telegrams to ask for help from the outside world all died next to the telephones and telegraph machines.

Two hours later, the chaotic camp with a radius of more than ten miles, which was originally filled with wailing, no longer had any noise.

There was no sentry standing in any of the camps, no patrols were seen patrolling the camps anymore, and only a few weak coughs could be heard occasionally from the camps.

The poisonous gas that permeated the camps within a radius of more than ten miles began to slowly dissipate. Every camp was dead silent. Even the war horses and mules in the camps of the logistics and supply regiment, artillery regiment, and cavalry regiment were all dead, and not a single one was left alive.

Zhang Yunhe opened the three-dimensional virtual image and scanned it. The screen showed that in several tents in the camp of one of the infantry regiments, there were still more than 50 Japanese soldiers with relatively strong vitality. He speculated that these Japanese soldiers must have taken the correct response measures at the first time, so they did not inhale the poison gas, or inhaled very little and were not seriously poisoned.

Apart from these 50-odd people who still have relatively strong vitality, there are more than 2100 Japanese devils whose vitality is very weak. These people have not died yet, but they are not far from death.

Zhang Yunhe parked the landing craft behind a tent, and wearing all his iron-blooded equipment began to harvest the final life.