The Weapon Tycoon Who Traveled to Great Qin

The city of Carthage. Yang Fang and his assistant took their few salutes to the refuge near the Carthage Sea. The place was bombarded from time to time, so no one would choose to take refuge here. Among the salutes brought by his assistant, there was a radio station, which was used for communication.

"Sir, why should we hide here? If our people shelled here, our situation would be very bad." His assistant said worriedly. They were walking on the bumpy road, and he saw some corpses from time to time. The situation here was too tragic. It was the first time he felt that the war was so cruel.

"Want to know?" Yang Fang asked his assistant.

"Yes, sir." the assistant asked.

"I can't say yet, but I can safely tell you that there was no shelling today. This is an order. We hid there for our own safety. We will soon know why we did this. Because if we do this, we will It’s good for us, maybe in the early morning. Maybe in the middle of the night. In short, the situation will be good for us from time to time. Wait a minute. By the way. Here you are." Yang Fang took a gas mask and gave it to the other party. This kind of gas mask is made of leather and stitched in multiple layers. The best gas mask is made of rubber and filled with a compressed layer. It can be said that such a layer is very good. Under such circumstances, it is a pity that they can only hold the simplest gas mask, but he still has some effects.

"Sir, I know this, this is." The assistant recognized what it was all at once. And he immediately realized what was going to happen, poison gas. The chemical gas attack was an attack that Zhao Guoren wanted to launch. After seeing the news, the husband who couldn't bear it was very shocked, but he did not expect this to be the case.

"Okay. Let's wait quietly. Don't say, just live. It's better than anything, let's go over there." Yang Fang said. Then they hid. They were one of the few people who knew that Zhao people used chemical gas, and everyone in Carthage didn't know that a large-scale disaster would come.

The mercenaries and militiamen of the Zhao Kingdom gave up many places. They also distributed towels and new kettles. The water in the kettles was strictly forbidden to drink. They didn't know the use of sending such things. And more soldiers were withdrawn.

"What happened?" a militiaman asked an veteran with his rifle on his back.

"I don't know, we were suddenly withdrawn today. Damn it, I just had a murderous intention today. I saw a Carthage beauty with white skin. If I get her, I will let him give it to me. Give birth to many, many children," the veteran said.

"Haha." The people around all laughed.

"You envy me." The veteran said disdainfully. Many people gathered, and they didn't know what happened. But what they knew, one of the troops stayed. They came from the rear, with very strange equipment and very sophisticated equipment. They had submachine guns. They guessed that it might be Zhao’s elite assault squad. They wanted to take assault tactics against a certain veteran of Carthage, that is, do everything possible. It is possible to kill the other party. There are many such remarks. They believe that those commandos are omnipotent. Everyone is equipped with submachine guns, which are extremely powerful. Some people think that they are special forces and master certain This weapon of mass destruction was the latest weapon developed by the State of Zhao. It was so powerful that it could wipe out the entire city of Carthage because they had withdrawn. It is to avoid their own casualties. Perhaps they are all right to guess, but they are the easiest time now, because the environment on the battlefield is more tense, although they play easily, this situation is still extremely beneficial to them. They can chat, talk about other things, as to what happened in Carthage. Many people don’t know, because there are very few witnesses. For the sake of confidentiality and safety, the troops are retreated as much as possible. This leads to the fact that no one knows much about what happened that night. These will only be affected. Recorded in a small number of reports, and these reports are only visible to some big people, it is impossible for them to accept such a thing.

Zhao Zheng felt that this night was too boring. Because it is difficult for him to integrate into such an environment, women, he has not tried what it is like to be a woman, and while chatting, the men began to talk about women. This is a situation that no one can avoid. Under such circumstances, many people will do this. No one cares about them.

Men's topics are almost always inseparable from women. Zhao Zheng is different from his brother. He is a conservative man, a little too conservative. Some veterans complained against him privately, thinking that he was not here to fight. Because people who come here have their own desires, get rich, women, land, and their own industries, they come here with the dream of getting rich. If you want to get rich, you must do this. People like him seem to be Taoist priests, because there are only those people who are not keen on these. It's really an alien.

in the morning. Zhao was reminded by a veteran. He didn't know how he fell asleep, he just knew that someone told him that something big happened. They must rob them as soon as possible to withdraw their positions. In desperation, Zhao Zheng wiped his face, water is a scarce thing. But for Zhao Zheng, face is still very important. Even if he drinks less water, he will wipe his face, and they are used to this alien. If he does not do such a thing, everyone thinks it is abnormal.

Zhao Zheng took the bayonet-mounted rifle and followed the troops forward. Their team should spread out as much as possible and practice the front, so as to prevent shell attacks and machine gun shooting. But when it comes, no one can stop them. They only To do these things with their own luck, the first ones are love soldiers, usually they are cannon fodder, but they are also willing to do this, because the first to enter the position or enter the city, they can get their own rewards. , A lot of spoils are their own, which for them, this kind of thing is really good.

Zhao Zheng carried the bayonet rifle, and he felt bored. The level of the rifle plus the bayonet reached a staggering 1.5 meters, of course, some rifles were about 1.2 meters, but such a length is too long for a rifle. Many people complained that in the trenches, it was impossible to wield them at all, but the accuracy of the bullets of such a long rifle was higher. They kept advancing and advancing without encountering any resistance along the way. This is very abnormal, because when they withdrew from their positions, the Opposite Carthage army seemed to be gathering forces. If that were the case, the situation would change. It was very bad, and they felt that the situation seemed to be developing towards their not-so-good situation.

"Oh. Ouch." In their position, a large number of soldiers were vomiting. The soldiers of the Zhao Jun were very puzzled. They felt that this shouldn't happen.

"What happened?" a captain came over and asked.

"I don't know, sir, they are all vomiting. It took them a long time to explain clearly that it is a corpse, a lot of corpses." A militiaman explained.

"Damn, it's not that I haven't seen the corpse. It's such a scum." The captain scolded disdainfully. Many militiamen watched this scene with their bayonet rifles and they didn't know what happened. But most of them haven't eaten breakfast yet. They think, should they come with a cup of tea at this time to make their condition better, so that their condition can be much better. Because this kind of thing can still let them solve some problems by themselves.

"The current situation is unclear what happened." An veteran said. But soon they knew what had happened.

The captain also began to vomit. The same is true for many soldiers.

Zhao Zheng came to the Carthaginian position curiously. He felt that he might have been the worst place in his life.

He saw a large number of corpses, and those corpses were bleeding, and some scratched their throats and faces. The eyes looked terrifying. They didn't know what happened to them, but they must have been more painful before they were alive, and many people had darkened faces and died peacefully just like that. There were corpses everywhere, layer after layer. They didn't know what happened last night. A large number of Carthage soldiers were killed just like that. The entire city of Carthage was also deadly quiet, and suddenly they felt that they had occupied a city of death. Fear, involuntarily attacked all of them.

It is strange that Zhao Zheng did not vomit. The air was filled with the smell of death and a lot of vomiting. These smells stimulated more people's uncomfortable feelings, which made everyone feel very unbearable.

"Damn, I have never endured such a taste." Many people said.

And Zhao Zheng didn't know how he felt. He was not afraid of death. He felt that all this had exceeded the limit of human beings, and perhaps his stimulation was already great enough. To the point of paralysis, many people can still make normal reactions, fear, discomfort, and all kinds of discomfort. But these are all said to Zhao Zhenglai. These are all acceptable things, because these things are enough to make him feel that his condition is much better.

The heterogeneous is the heterogeneous. This is what everyone gave him. But he likes it.