The long night passed, and the morning light was dim. The head rested on the cold and hard rubble and stones, and the German and French officers and soldiers of the German and French armies in Paris ushered in a new day. The bolts were pulled and the footsteps were light. The soldiers on the alert mission came to their own positions, ready to deal with the enemy's attacks. Occasionally, guns and explosions came from afar, playing a new prelude to the city's day.

"Everyone prepare your gas masks quickly. The Germans will probably launch a poisonous gas attack soon." A French lieutenant used a bayonet to pick a piece of rag to the window. After seeing the direction of its floating, he said to the soldiers beside him with a solemn expression. After hearing this, the more than 20 soldiers around him obeyed the orders and took out something like a medical mask from their respective marching bags and put it in front of him. In the poison gas attack more than ten days ago, the tragic scene of those robes who were stomping on their red, swollen and ulcerated chests, and finally died in the gradually weakening pain and howling. Every French soldier was like a nightmare and still remembered it!

The breeze blew gently and the window swayed. After about half an hour, a thin and elegant light yellow gas indeed appeared at the forefront of the positions controlled by the Germans; it danced in a graceful posture in the air, and slowly floated towards the place where the French army was in the east wind. Compared with the chlorine gas previously released by the German army, the gas this time was more than one level smaller in color and concentration than the last time. If it weren't for the announcement of the German army's extensive attack on 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 have no inventory of poison gas, so they thought of using intimidation to scare away the brave people who still insist on providing support to us in Paris. With such a little chlorine, how could they defeat the brave French soldiers?" The French lieutenant sneered and said disdainfully. The soldiers around them also expressed their expressions of approval and relaxation. They expressed ten thousand contempt for the Germans' deceit and cunning. Before, German airships did not bomb French residential areas on a large scale, and the gas did not have a trace of chlorine. All the illogical strange things in it were all forced to find the place in front of the Germans. They were selectively ignored them!

In a relaxed atmosphere, the French soldiers had no intention of retreating. When the gas gradually floated to a place not far from them, they slowed down their breathing and symbolically acted to prevent poison gas. A choking smell suddenly pierced and penetrated into their brains. The smell of garlic and mustard, which was completely different from the stimulation of chlorine gas. The French soldiers couldn't help but be stunned. Just as the French lieutenant frowned and pondered at what the Germans were singing, a soldier beside him who was alert in a standing position suddenly lost his rifle, and his hands suddenly grabbed his throat, his eyes rolled, and his throat made a tragic roar like a beast!

"Eric, what's wrong with you?" The French lieutenant was shocked. Before he could go to support him, the soldier called Eric twitched all over and fell straight backwards. A face with a formal facial feature was now full of a distorted and painful expression. At the same time, other robes around also made a tragic howling sound; they either grabbed their bodies and rolled wildly on the ground, or ran wildly in the house like a mad cow. Several soldiers stumbled as if they were about to escape outside the door, but they staggered less than halfway and fell down, and black and purple blood slowly flowed out of their swollen and broken orifices!

The second lieutenant was shocked. Before he could react, a unimaginable suffocation and pain suddenly gushed out from the inside of his chest, and his whole body seemed to be blown away from the inside and out into thousands of pieces! In an instant, the internal organs were cracked and his throat was burning. He wanted to say something, but he could only make a shrill scream that was no longer like a human.

"German... what kind of gas is the Germans put on?" The second lieutenant's mind buzzed and kept roaring loudly in his heart. At this moment of life and death, he bit his tongue hard, using this strong sense of pain to maintain a clear line of consciousness, and then held his breath, tried his best to climb to the exit door with both hands and feet. Because his position was relatively backward, the second lieutenant was able to break out with difficulty. The glass slag and cement blocks scattered on the street made his skin rupture and blood flowed. However, at this time, he did not dare to relax at all, squeezed out the last part of his body and ran back with all his strength.

It took a long time, but when there was no smell of mustard in his breath, the lieutenant began to breathe violently and continued to limp forward. He suddenly felt a trembling heart, and turned his head away from him, but found that there were only five or six sparse figures behind him, and more than twenty brothers were no longer by his side!

The same thing continued to happen in various urban areas controlled by the French army. This gas, known as the king of poison gas, had a complex damage effect on the human body until a century later. Countless French soldiers had severe poisoning reactions shortly after inhaling mustard gas: their eyes were spinning, their minds were dizzy, their whole body strength was quickly pulled away, or their internal organs were so painful that they were cut into pieces by a knife... A large number of French soldiers could not bear the poisoning and fell to the ground in a short period of time, and finally they could react quickly, and at most one-third of their lives escaped with injuries.

Some French soldiers who were preparing to defend their positions did not choose to escape, but instead put several gas masks on them, intending to fight to the death with the Germans, but their courage did not receive the reward they deserved. It was September, and the temperature in Paris did not drop significantly, and almost all French soldiers were still wearing summer clothes, with large pieces of their skin exposed to the air; and even if mustard gas does not breathe, it can destroy the horror of the human body through the skin, which is vividly reflected at this time.

As time went by, the French soldiers in the poisonous gas gradually felt severe pain coming from their arms and faces. They looked down and were shocked to find that their naked skin had grown on some time. At some point, the French soldiers immediately reached out to scratch to relieve the pain. However, what shocked them was that their fingers grabbed bloody rotten pine meat, and the pus flowed long. Just like the symptoms after directly inhaling mustard gas, these soldiers also developed symptoms of nausea and fatigue, and because they had been in the poisonous gas for too long, the depth of the poison was even worse than those who had directly inhaled the poisonous gas!

After receiving the shocking casualties from the front line, even though the French commander of Paris garrison Gallieni, who had seen losses in the past battles, could not help but feel shocked at this moment. The intensity of the new poison gas of the German army far exceeded his imagination. It not only caused a large number of his officers and soldiers to be poisoned and killed, but also forced his Paris city defense mission to a desperate situation. If he ordered the entire army to retreat, it would be equivalent to giving up the urban positions that the German army could not obtain after paying a lot of lives; and if he did not order the retreat, his soldiers would suffer tragic poisoning in the poison gas, which was no different from waiting for death!

"Send the entire army to revoke the previous order to defend the deadly guards and retreat immediately when they encounter poison gas attacks by the Germans until they are out of the scope of the poison gas!" Gallieni gritted her teeth and said loudly to the staff beside her. Although it was heartbreaking to give up the position, he could not let the French soldiers die in the poison gas in vain. As long as the troops are still there, there is a front-line chance to turn around and win! Gallieni had made up his mind and immediately gathered the entire army to launch a counter-charge and regain the city occupied by the German army.

After noon, the poison gas that was spreading behind the battlefield gradually dissipated. Thousands of German officers and soldiers walked out of their positions and walked carefully towards the city ahead. Their bodies were covered with clothes, shoes and hats, and there was no trace of skin exposed. The special pig nose gas mask on their heads could also ensure that a certain concentration of mustard gas was filtered to a level that was almost harmless to the human body. Although the smoothness of breathing would be greatly reduced, and the impenetrable clothes would be unbearable to wear, these soldiers were filled with gratitude and joy: Compared to dying at the gun of the French, suffering from some torture was nothing, let alone the excitement in their hearts that was about to conquer Paris!

"After this intersection, it is the French star square. Brothers speed up, and the final victory is approaching!"

In front of a German company of more than 100 people, Captain Loeb was turning his head and shouting at the soldiers behind him. The German soldiers shouted and responded, and his excited voices rose to the sky. In the center of this giant square, the Arc de Triomphe, one of the most famous landmark buildings in Paris, stands; and even the German soldiers who had never been to Paris before, their reputations are well-known for this building.

A century ago, this majestic and heavy Giorgio was built under the will of Napoleon. Its original intention was to commemorate the great achievements of the First French Empire in defeating the Russian-Austrian coalition; however, when it was completed in 1836, Napoleon and the empire he founded had become the dust of historical destruction. The Arc de Triomphe did not witness the great victory of France, but instead welcomed the Prussian army ruled by Marshal Mocha in 1871, and since then it has become the eternal pain in the hearts of the French and the shining glory that the Germans have revered and remembered. Today, this German company is about to embark on the glorious footprints of its ancestors and become the Paris conquerors in the history of Germany forever! (To be continued...)

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But don't worry, yesterday the author used the backup battery code to get the words. This is yesterday's chapter, and there will be another chapter today in a while.
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