1862 Insecticide

In the afternoon, at around two o'clock, the notice from the Ministry of National Defense arrived in Lynch's hands. The paper authorization document had to wait a little longer.

After all, the process must be completed, otherwise the authorization will be useless paper.

Blackstone Security, on the other hand, began to prepare for the next military operation.

As the largest military contracting group in the Federation (including Blackstone Security, Blackstone Aviation, Flight Research Institute and other companies that provide direct or indirect assistance to military operations), Blackstone Security naturally has its own airport.

A large number of yellow-cased bombs are being carefully pushed into the cabin of the bomber. The insurance of these chemical pesticides will be opened after the last refueling in Marillo, and at the same time they will enter the drop bay.

Now, theoretically speaking, they are extremely safe and stable, but considering the possible permeability of chemical agents, everyone is still very careful.

Everyone is wearing isolation suits, and they are surrounded by staff carrying neutralizers on their backs, holding pressure nozzles, and fully clothed in isolation suits.

Once a leak occurs, they will conduct harmless treatment as soon as possible.

The Ministry of National Defense sent people to participate in the entire military operation. On the one hand, it was for post-action reporting, and on the other hand, it also wanted to have a more intuitive understanding of the actual effects of these pesticides.

The plane took off at 3:15, with a total of six bombers and two third-generation fighter prototypes as escorts, flying quickly towards the north.

By the time they land, they will almost have the authorization documents in hand.

At this time, in the north of Marillo, a group of armed men were unloading a large amount of food from the car.

These people now live in caves because it’s too cold outside.

If it is summer, they will live in a tree house, which is cool and windy.

But it's winter now, and it's already minus ten or twenty degrees. Even if you have cold-proof clothes in a tree house, you'll be frozen into popsicles overnight.

On the contrary, they were very comfortable in the hole. The thick and hard soil became the best defense. No one could find them if they closed the hole.

There is a generator in the cave. The function of the generator is to provide power for the ventilation fan, so that fresh air from the outside will be sent into the cave through the ventilation pipe.

It also sends excess carbon dioxide out of the hole to form an effective air circulation to avoid accidents.

"This is the last batch. We have enough supplies for this winter, and there is still some surplus." One militant asked someone to remove some important parts and tires from the truck while chatting with another small leader. sky.

The purpose of this is to avoid truck parts being damaged in extremely cold environments. The environment in the north is not optimistic now, and there is really no place to repair the damaged parts.

The other little boss also nodded, his expression looking a little numb.

"The weather is too bad. This time we attacked their warehouse. They might send people to find us."

"It looks like we won't be able to get out this winter."

Although the cave is good, after staying for a long time, I also want to move around on the ground.

The weather was getting worse and worse, and both of them sighed while talking.

Soon the parts of the truck were dismantled, and everyone pushed the cart into the entrance of the cave. Then they pushed a large stone to block the entrance of the cave and pushed it from the inside.

When the snow falls, the entrance to the cave will be covered with snow, and no one can find where the entrance is.

Life in the cave is very boring. They have dug a lot of space here. In addition to sleeping, playing cards, and smoking, people are constantly venting their primitive impulses.

They arrested many girls and some were tortured to death, so they would go out and continue arresting them.

In the migration of civilians from the north of Marillo to the south, they also played a large role in harming the local residents.

The little boss found a place to sit down and took out the cigarettes from his pocket. He was playing cards.

A way of playing cards that can involve many people is a form of gambling.

Money no longer has much meaning at this time. Instead, cigarettes used to survive the long winter have become hard currency in the hole.

Marillo has no shortage of good tobacco, and so does the North.

Part of it is grown by themselves. Growing tobacco leaves is like an innate talent among the Mariro people, and almost everyone can grow it.

Others were robbed from some settlements. Compared with the hard work of planting, plundering is obviously easier.

Everyone has their own storage box, and although they are militants, they do a good job of respecting personal privacy.

These processed tobacco leaves are stored inside and are their most important supplies for the winter.

The little boss held one in his mouth, took out five more, and threw them on the stall in the middle of the crowd.

He grabbed the cards, took a look at them, and then threw the cards on the ground with a curse, all the while cursing.

He lost, and the five cigarettes belonged to someone else.

Soon everyone around was cursing, and only one person piled up a lot of cigarettes with a smile and placed them in the iron box in front of him.

The game continues again, and people once again vent their emotions over a few cigarettes, which actually have little to do with winning or losing in gambling.

The fan overhead was whirring, and there was something wrong with one of the fan blades. It kept touching the pipe, but no one tried to fix it.

The cold air from outside will pass through the boiler room, and what is blown out is already hot air.

Everyone wore very little, and because of the geothermal effect beneath the ground, the temperature was already quite high, so they didn't feel cold even if they didn't wear much.

I just feel a little bored and want to go back to the ground.

After all, humans are not earthworms.

This situation is happening in many places. This is their winter. They will not crawl out of the soil until spring.

In the past two years, almost every winter, a few people go crazy because it is so depressing.

The sky gradually darkened, and the smell of dinner began to waft in the cave. Potato stewed with wheat, plus some dried meat and fat, was very fragrant.

Everyone put down what they were doing and started eating, one of the few happy moments in the day.

At this time, at an airport south of the Marillo center line, bombers were loading live ammunition.

The insecticide safety was opened and locked, and then filled into the bomb silo.

Once the insecticide bomb leaves the bomb chamber, the safety is fully opened, the inner walls are shattered before it hits the ground, and the filling begins to undergo a chemical reaction.

When it hits the ground, the fuse starts to work upon impact. A very small amount of explosive will cause the bomb to split open and eject the contents farther away in all directions.

Due to its lethality, the airport was nearly cleared.

In addition, two more bombers flew in later, carrying a large amount of neutralizer.

Once an accident occurs, it can be dealt with at any time.

It was 6:15, and although it was not completely dark yet, it was almost there.

But the whole world doesn't look dark, because it's snowing, and snow can reflect light very well. It's obviously dark, but it doesn't look so dark that you can't see anything.

Fighters and bombers took off one after another, flying towards the north.

Some of the Marillos farther away would look up at the planes heading north.

They didn't feel much. The warehouse was attacked some time ago. Not only the interests of the federal people were lost, but also theirs, and it was more direct!

Marillo is not suitable for growing food, so the federal people do not purchase food here. The food is grown by local people.

Because the Federals promoted agricultural centralization, the food was kept together.

What they stole were ordinary people's rations.

Now that the Federation's retaliation has arrived, not only do these Mariro people not feel that the Federation has gone too far, but they feel like they are letting out a bad breath.

When people's living standards are set low enough, no amount of national justice or ethics will be enough to shake their desire to put survival first.

At around seven o'clock, the militants who had eaten and were lying on the ground chatting with other people all looked up at the ventilation pipes, and there was a buzzing sound coming from inside.

The ventilation duct is like a sound collector. The sound waves are constantly reflected back and forth inside, and finally enter the hole through this opening.

"It's the sound of a bomber!" explained a militant who had been bombed twice.

But then he laughed, "Even if they blow up everything here, they can't hurt us!"

Everyone laughed after hearing this. People who have never lived here have no idea how hard the moving ground is!

Soon the buzzing disappeared, not even the explosion was heard, and people continued what they were doing before.

They didn't know that above their heads, there were fragments of an insecticide bomb that had completely shattered. The intense chemical reaction caused yellow smoke to be continuously produced in the surrounding snow covering an area of ​​nearly a thousand square meters.

These yellow smoke do not actively escape upward like ordinary smoke. Instead, they stop rising after reaching a certain height and begin to spread to the surroundings!

An air inlet hidden under a bush with only dead branches was gradually covered by smoke. The suction from the exhaust pipe sucked a large amount of yellow smoke into it.

As the pipes pass through the boiler room and heat up, the color of these yellow gases becomes a little bluish, but they become active!

After passing a long passage, an exit appeared in front.

Part of the smoke continued to go further along the pipe, while the other part was discharged along the gap and the fan below.

No one looked up at this time. If anyone looked up, they would find something abnormal in the exhaust port.

But no one does that!

At this time, everyone was full, their blood sugar began to rise, and they were drowsy. Except for a few people who were still playing cards and focused on the cards in their hands, everyone else was already asleep.

The little boss looked at the cards in his hand and became more and more anxious. He kept losing.

This made him very unhappy. People always get angry when they lose, and they don't like anything.

His scalp was itchy, and it became more and more itchy. He scratched it hard, but the harder he scratched, the more itchy it became!

The unpleasantness of losing cards and the itching that spread from his scalp to his body made him scratch it a few times as if in retaliation, but he froze in the next second.

He felt that his hands were wet and had something... furry.

He took his hand back in front of him and took a look under the dim light!

I broke out in a cold sweat!