Each white phosphorus bomb weighs 3 kilograms. This heavy glass-cased bomb can only be used by the strongest soldiers, because soldiers must accurately throw the white phosphorus bomb over the heads of the enemy groups, at least three meters high. distance.
The white phosphorus bomb consists of two parts. The core in the middle is actually an ordinary grenade with a delayed fuse and high explosive. The grenadier pulls the triggering device to ignite the delayed match and then throws the bomb.
When the grenade explodes above the enemy's head, it can not only shatter the glass bottle and ignite the turbid white phosphorus liquid, but also spray the white phosphorus liquid over a larger area through the sputtering power of the explosion, thus improving the killing effect.
One can imagine how much the use of this weapon tests the soldiers' throwing skills. In fact, in Xiao Letian's army, all soldiers must undergo strict throwing training, because grenades are the only way to make up for the lack of Marine artillery.
Only soldiers with the best throwing training can have the honor of holding the title of grenadier. Grenadier is not a separate service in the new army, but an honor awarded to each soldier. Those who have the qualification of grenadier As a soldier, he also has the qualifications to come into contact with white phosphorus bombs.
Wang Chen was a grenadier. It was written clearly on his military registration paper. At this moment, he was holding a heavy bomb weighing three kilograms in his hand. At that moment, his breathing became rapid.
"It must be thrown more than three meters, and the killing coverage must be expanded. Calm down, you must calm down! You can do it, you can do it..." Wang Chen cheered himself up desperately, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. He wanted to He used his arm strength better and took off his shirt completely. The cold mountain wind blew over and gave him goosebumps all over his body.
With his eyes widened and his back teeth clenched, he grabbed the ring of the hair rope with his left hand and shouted, "It's your grandma's! I'll give you a bottle of good wine..." Wang Chen exerted force on his waist and rushed out of the hidden bunker. Run forward against the enemy's bullets.
"Ah..." The brave soldier roared and ran towards the enemy. The bullet bit his waist and he didn't know the pain. At that moment, all he could see was the dark tide of enemy troops in front of him.
Chi... Then the device lit the delay fuse. Wang Chen's right arm suddenly exerted force and he roared and threw the white phosphorus bomb in his hand. The fat glass bottle rolled into the sky, and the tail sprayed out. Mars draws a bright spiral in the dark night.
"It's so beautiful! Just like the fireworks set off during the Chinese New Year..." Wang Chen just sighed for a while, but there was a muffled sound, a sharp pain in his left shoulder, and another bullet bit into the flesh.
"Fuck...run now..." He was in pain and turned around to escape into the trench. As a result, there were three more muffled pops, and he was bitten by bullets three more times on his buttocks.
There were three people who invested in white phosphorus bombs with Wang Chen. Four white phosphorus bombs were thrown into the air, but only two people escaped back into the trenches. The remaining two grenadiers were killed on the battlefield.
But there was no blood shed in vain. The four glass bottles rolling in the sky attracted the attention of everyone present. No one in the attacking Russian army knew what secret weapon these were. Some people subconsciously wanted to crawl down and avoid them.
But the explosion in the next second made people dumbfounded, bang bang bang bang... After four muffled sounds, people suddenly saw a blue light splashing above their heads, as if someone knocked over a barrel of blue fuel above their heads. .
At the foot of the mountain, Exon suddenly felt his heart tighten, as if someone had pinched him hard. He shouted in horror, "No...what is that?"
No one answered his question, because the answer was given on the battlefield the next second! The ghostly ghost fire is like the thick fog in the mountains and forests in the early morning. It pounces downwards as if it has a soul, but there are layers of murderous intent in its gentleness.
I have to admit that this blue rain of fire falling from the sky is really beautiful. In the dark night, this faint blue light shines for ten miles, and everyone near the battlefield can see it clearly.
The soldiers under the rain of fire were even stunned. They subconsciously looked up, unaware that the God of Death had already smiled on him.
The fire rain finally drifted onto the soldier's skin, and in just an instant, the beauty turned into a killer!
"Ah..." There were screams on the battlefield, and the high-temperature ghost fire of more than a thousand degrees began to burn into the flesh when it touched the skin, burning through the skin and flesh until it penetrated into the bone marrow.
The painful soldiers rolled around desperately on the ground, trying to use sand to extinguish the flames, but it had no effect at all. The severe pain made the soldiers lose their minds, and they desperately wanted to catch the people around them.
"Help me! Please save me... pour water to put out the fire! It hurts..."
The soldiers covered in blue flames threw down their comrades around them, and the will-o'-the-wisps jumped from one soldier to another like an infectious disease.
Each of the four incendiary bombs covered about sixty square meters of land. Ordinarily, an incendiary attack of this area could not completely change the situation of the war, but everyone underestimated the impact of unknown weapons on human psychology.
This terrifying blue will-o'-the-wisp immediately destroyed the morale of the Russian army. They were not afraid of any strong army from Shisang, but they were still frightened from the bottom of their hearts by this attack method that was similar to divine punishment.
Aixon swayed and almost fell to the ground. This was the first time he heard such a miserable roar. He never thought that humans could make such miserable screams.
"What kind of weapon is this? Damn it, who told me, what kind of weapon is this?" All of Aikeson's pretense of maturity was shattered at this moment, and he returned to the emotion that a young man should have.
After all, Molière had experienced more than the young man. He supported Aikeson and whispered, "You are the commander. What the army wants now is not your emotions, but your decision-making! Come up with your decision immediately." , whether you continue to attack or temporarily retreat, you must be able to stabilize the situation..."
"You can't mess up. First of all, you can't mess up. Xiao Letian does have all kinds of strange weapons, but so what? Shouldn't the battle be fought because the enemy's weapons are weird?"
Aikeson looked at the soldiers struggling in the fire. Some even jumped into the creek but were unable to extinguish the flames. The burning blue fire actually spread along the water flow, and the creek was soon covered with corpses. .
The fire scene had become a hell, and all the soldiers in the area not covered by the will-o'-wisps were dumbfounded. They completely forgot that they were still on the battlefield. They stood helpless one by one, watching their comrades struggling and screaming in the flames. But he didn't dare to help at all.
Four white phosphorus bombs immediately turned the tide of the battle, followed by a dense attack of kerosene incendiary bombs. Molotov cocktails once again burned the battlefield into a white field.
"Gatling fire... drive these damn Rakshasa ghosts into the flames! Burn them to death, burn them to death..." Wang Chen, whose buttocks were wrapped in layers of gauze, jumped up and down in the trench as if he didn't feel any pain.
In the roar, Gatlin's copper sound sounded again, and the enemies on the opposite side were swept down layer by layer like wheat.
