Author: Corgi

It was exactly the same as Alsim had expected.

Shortly after the two German soldiers who rushed out first were shot dead on the spot, not long after, several German sticks covered their hands, stagnated, and coughed continuously, with snot and tears on their faces almost making it difficult to stand firm.

Just like this, if someone who doesn't know sees it, he will definitely think that this is the drunk man who is drunk and runs out to go wild, but the fact is not the case.

The continuous red smoke that rolled out from the semi-buried shelter was the culprit who was tossed from a normal person to the current appearance in a very short period of time.

The throwing object that Alsim threw in was not a traditional grenade, but an improved mass-produced version of the sample Karamov handed him over "three days later".

This thing was not even made in an arsenal, but after Alsim felt that "this is what I need!" and obtained the approval of Marashenko, Karamov and his brothers who were full-time logistics support were rubbed out by hand using the limited frontline but relatively abundant battlefield conditions compared to the leader's division.

According to its inventor, Karamov, this is something that perfectly meets the needs proposed by Alsim and drives the Germans out of the house in a soft and non-fatal way.

"A smoke bomb?"

Alsim still remembers that when he held the "sample" in his hand, his puzzled expression was as if Karamov in front of him was joking with him.

“Yes, but not.”

"I said it was because it was indeed modified based on ordinary smoke bombs. I removed the firing and insurance of the smoke bomb, hollowed out the entire interior, and poured out the medicine room intact. I just changed the recipe for it, added some seasonings, and then re-encapsulated it. It was not troublesome to make it. The trouble was to design and improve the recipe, which was the thing in front of you."

"As for saying that it is not this thing, it is not just a smoke bomb. Although it can still emit smoke, the effect of this smoke on living creatures is much stronger than that of ordinary smoke bombs."

"Average smoke bombs can make you have difficulty breathing and shed tears at most. I haven't tried this thing for people. I don't have the conditions for Auschwitz concentration camp here. If so, I want to catch two deadly members."

"Puff, are you serious? Don't mind, I'm joking."

"In fact, I used another sample to kill a litter of rats in an inescapable confined space. There were eight in total, all of which were big and small. Whether it was me, Faxis, or those mice, biologically speaking, we are all mammals and living creatures, so what works for those mice is equally effective for Faxis."

"But in other words, this also means that it is effective for you and ourselves. Just like any weapon and equipment, it may be something that will kill you if it falls into the hands of the enemy or is not used well. Be careful when using it on the battlefield. It is a "large-scale non-fatal disable weapon."

Alsim, who was confused by Karamov's explanation, still a little confused about what it means, then asked.

"What did you do to it? What did you replace the medicine room with?"

"Nothing, something very simple."

Although Alsim didn't understand, he grasped the point of the problem, but Karamov still didn't take it seriously and looked calm.

"Dried chili powder, find what the kitchen team wants. There is also a quick burner, mixed with some rubber particles, and some. Well, do you know chemistry? Some irritating additives can make the creatures that smell it painful. In short, I have a ingredient list here and can make more, as long as you are satisfied and need it."

"But don't worry, it is not a poisonous gas bomb, it will burn faster than a smoke bomb to release all the charge energy. A large amount of irritating smoke is released quickly in a confined space, which will make those German guys who don't have a urinary in their heads regret being born by his mother. Instinct will drive them to escape to the place where the air is circulating outside the house, and then your goal will be achieved."

"As for what to do next, it's not within my design plan, you decide for yourself."

"."

Alsim knew that his leader was very generous, and basically he could get whatever he wanted. But are the ingredients Karamov just mentioned a little too "rare"? Why haven't I heard of chemical additives I've never heard of?

No matter how many questions you have, and what the specific one is, Alsim found that this thing is indeed quite useful after trying it.

What's the best way to use it?

The curious Alsim just took a sip, and in an instant he felt bad. He was crying and snot, and he felt like someone was on a barbecue for a picnic in his throat. He had chest tightness, shortness of breath, dizziness and other problems arose. It is probably not too much to say that it is better to die than to soak in that feeling for a long time.

"This thing will help us a lot, I have to say thank you, brother."

After finding a clearing space without anyone, he caught some mice and was very satisfied with it after the trial, Alsim came to thank him personally, but Karamov just raised his hand and rubbed his nose with his index finger and said nothing.

"If you have time, please help me get some rare items from German guys, artillery watches, rare and good guns, and fun things. Just think it's thanking me, except for German girls, those I have seen are even rougher than you."

"."

"I hope I can find something later, thank him. The official must have a good product."

Dadadadadada—

He raised his hand and sent another round of strokes to solve the problems of those German men wearing military caps who looked like they didn't look like high-ranking officials.

Arsim, who thought in his mind that he would have to get something to bring back to Karamov to thank him, once again put down the AK in his hand, then pulled out the short knife with one hand, took out the pistol with the other, and prepared it, and was ready to shoot like an arrow.

"I guess there are not many left in it. I'll cover me. The rest are probably big fish. I'll deal with it myself."

"."

Lian, who subconsciously wanted to stop but was told wisely that "this will not be of fucking use", shook his head when he heard this, no longer cared about Alsim, but just returned his vision to his aiming baseline, and prepared as if all the soldiers around him were ready.

"Prepare, me."

boom--

call out--

The unexpected explosion came after the whistling sound.

Alsim, caught off guard by everything that suddenly came, couldn't fly out the projectile that exploded across the other side of the traffic trench.

Although he was furious, he had no time to curse and complain. Alsim, who said "not good" in his heart, didn't even have time to wipe the dust on his face. He immediately looked up and saw that the scene in the opposite direction in front of him was quite bad.
Chapter completed!