allonlinenovel Chapter 765: Purgatory Suffers Heavy Losses
Chapter 765: Purgatory Suffers Heavy Losses
In the dim and depressing Kumamoto Fortress Garrison Headquarters, the atmosphere was so heavy that even the air seemed to freeze. The dim candlelight flickered, illuminating the face of Huiyuan Watanabe, which was twisted by anger. His eyes seemed to be stained with blood, so red that it was frightening, and every bloodshot seemed to be telling of endless anger and unwillingness.
The command knife in his hand, the weapon that had accompanied him in battles and witnessed countless glory and blood and tears, now became a tool for him to vent his anger.
The blade flashed a cold light in the dim light, and every swing was accompanied by a sharp sound of metal tearing and the terrified cries of the surrounding soldiers.
The low table was the first to be hit. It seemed like a fragile object that could not withstand a single blow. It shattered into pieces under Watanabe Huibara's furious blow. Wood chips flew everywhere, and the documents and tea sets on the table were scattered all over the floor. The broken porcelain made a crisp and harsh sound, which was out of tune with the tense atmosphere around it.
Soon after, the decorative candlesticks nearby were not spared and were affected by his anger. The delicate copper base and candlesticks were split in half, and the candles rolled down, with the flames splashing everywhere, but were soon swallowed up by the surrounding chill, leaving only a wisp of green smoke rising.
"Damn you bastard! Baka!" Watanabe Huihara's roar echoed in the empty headquarters. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with endless hatred and unwillingness. His chest rose and fell violently, and his breathing was heavy, like an enraged beast.
"How despicable! They actually used biological weapons, which are anti-human!" His voice was filled with disbelief and anger, as if everything before him had exceeded his bottom line and cognition as a soldier. In his view, the use of biological weapons was not only an extremely bad war strategy, but also a blatant trampling on human morality and conscience.
If Zheng Zeyu heard Watanabe Huihara's roar at this moment, he might refresh his understanding of the Fuso nation.
The crimes committed by the Japanese devils on Chinese soil are too numerous to list. The use of biological weapons, the arrest of civilians and biological experiments are all extreme violations of human nature and civilization. Now, one of these former perpetrators, Huihara Watanabe, can so confidently accuse others when he himself suffers a similar attack. This double standard and shamelessness is jaw-dropping.
However, we have to admit that the emergency response ability that Watanabe Haibara demonstrated even when she was angry was indeed extraordinary.
As the orders were delivered and executed, the airflow in the fortress was quickly isolated, and the spread of the poisonous gas was effectively controlled. Although there was still a faint pungent smell in the air, it was much weaker than before. The soldiers' nervousness was also slightly relieved, and they began to carry out the subsequent cleanup and defense work in an orderly manner.
Deep inside the Kumamoto Fortress, Kikuchi Sections 1 to 4 had turned into a living hell. Shrouded by the haze of poison gas bombs, the air was filled with a suffocating smell of death, and every inch of space seemed to be filled with despair and fear.
In this cursed land, those once-powerful Fuso soldiers have now become helpless victims of poison gas. Their figures twist and struggle in the dim light, and every movement reveals endless pain and despair.
In the Kikuchi No. 1 section, a soldier staggered forward, his hands tightly grasping his neck, as if trying to dig the invisible killer out of his throat. His eyes were bulging and bloodshot, and his eyeballs seemed to be about to burst out of their sockets at any time.
His face was extremely distorted, with dried blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, the mark left by his bitten lip in despair. His hands left bloody marks on his neck, the skin and flesh were rolled up, bloody and blurred, but even so, it could not relieve the suffocating pain.
Not far away in Section 2, the situation was even more tragic. Soldiers fell to the ground, curled up into a ball, their limbs twitching, as if they were restrained by an invisible force. Their faces were also extremely ferocious, and some opened their mouths wide, but could not make any sound;
Some of them closed their eyes tightly and frowned, as if trying to escape this cruel reality. Their bodies turned blue due to long-term lack of oxygen, and traces of burst blood vessels were faintly visible under their skin.
The same was true in sections 3 and 4. The bodies of the soldiers were scattered all over the ground, some of them were still scratching their necks, and some were twisted into incredible angles, as if they were still fighting against death in vain at the last moment of their lives. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and corruption, which made people shudder.
There was hardly a single living person in the entire Kikuchi section 1 to 4. Those once vibrant lives could only bid farewell to the world in such a miserable way. Their deaths were so tragic that it was unbearable to watch.
In this ruin shrouded in poisonous gas, only the breath of death tells everything silently.
When Watanabe Huihara's adjutant, with a solemn expression and heavy steps, walked into the headquarters, holding a report tightly in his hand, the air in the entire room seemed to freeze.
"Commander, according to preliminary statistics, the number of soldiers killed in Kikuchi Sections 1 to 4 is estimated to be around 20,000. The poison gas spreads quickly, and almost no one can escape that area successfully."
Upon hearing this, Huiyuan Watanabe's face instantly turned livid, his eyes widened as if they were about to spit out fire. He stood up abruptly, and the command knife in his hand was involuntarily clenched, his knuckles turning white due to the force. "Twenty thousand people?! How is this possible! We didn't even see the shadow of the enemy, and we lost so many people!" His voice trembled with anger and was filled with incredible despair.
The adjutant lowered his head, not daring to look directly into the angry eyes of Watanabe Huihara, and continued, "Yes, Commander. The poison gas is too strong and the soldiers can't resist it at all. Many of them struggled in pain, but eventually died helplessly. Moreover, those areas filled with poison gas are now impossible to approach, and any attempt to enter may result in more casualties."
Watanabe Huihara clenched his fist tightly, veins popping out, as if he wanted to concentrate all his anger and unwillingness in this fist. He roared: "Shame! This is a shame for the soldiers of the Fuso Empire! We were defeated by the enemy in such a despicable way in our own fortress!"
In addition to anger, a deep sense of powerlessness also surged in his heart. Watanabe Huiyuan realized that this battle had far exceeded their expectations and control. Those areas filled with poisonous gas were like invisible cages, trapping their soldiers to death and causing severe damage to the defense system of the entire Kumamoto Fortress.
"What's worse," the adjutant's voice sounded again, interrupting Watanabe Huihara's thoughts, "the areas covered by the poison gas have now become a dead zone. At least one-third of the huge underground city in Kumamoto Fortress has been completely paralyzed. Our communications, supplies, and even tactical deployment have been severely affected."
Watanabe Huiyuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his anger and anxiety. He knew that now was not the time to be angry, but the time to calmly think about countermeasures. However, the predicament before him made him feel more difficult than ever before.