"Captain, based on your understanding, how many people will die from so many things?"

Walking into the basement of the arsenal, Yao Pengju pointed at the densely packed poison gas bombs.

The moment he saw these gas bombs, Yao Pengju's whole scalp went numb.

"If the power is strong enough, such a large number would be enough to kill 200,000 people."

Zhao Zhiguo looked at these gas bombs expressionlessly.

As long as these gas bombs had regular effects, Zhao Zhiguo had no problem killing 200,000 people.

Yao Pengju took a breath: "If someone controls these gas bombs, can they do whatever they want in Pingcheng?"

"Not just Pingcheng! Even if you go to the capital, as long as you put forward conditions, they will satisfy you."

The city is densely populated, and poison gas bombs are also contagious. As long as they explode, it may be a plague sweeping the entire city.

At this time, Yao Pengju did not feel that he had saved a city, but was afraid that the Japanese army was actually making such a crazy weapon.

To describe the little devil as a beast is probably to praise the beast.

"I have to find a way to get Jiang Yongxin to come. In this regard, even if he is not an expert, he is more knowledgeable than us."

How to destroy these gas bombs has become a top priority.

"Old Yao, you have to work harder. Guard here as before. No one is allowed to get close without my order."

An ammunition depot that can destroy the entire Pingcheng must be placed in the hands of the person you are most assured of.

Although there are many people in the independent group who reassure Zhao Zhiguo, the one he trusts the most is still Yao Pengju.

When Jiang Yongxin was operating on soldiers in the hospital, he received orders from Zhao Zhiguo.

"What is Zhao Zhiguo doing?"

Among the independent groups, only Jiang Yongxin calls Zhao Zhiguo by his first name.

"They found a large number of poison gas bombs in Pingcheng." Gao Cang said in Jiang Yongxin's ear, "Remember, don't make any noise, so as not to cause unnecessary panic."

"How many?"

Jiang Yongxin frowned.

Anyone who hears about poison gas bombs gets a thrill in their heart. Anyone who knows about poison gas bombs knows how powerful this thing is.

"The number is enough to make a city with a population of two to three million people unable to grow a single blade of grass."

Hearing this, Jiang Yongxin couldn't sit still: "Did Zhao Zhiguo say how to deal with this thing?"

"If you know how to handle it, you won't let me come to you. After all, I am also the deputy leader." Gao Cang said.

The deputy leader personally took action, indicating that the matter was serious.

"One of my teachers abroad once studied using microorganisms as weapons."

“What are microorganisms?”

This was the first time Gao Cang heard this name.

"Hmm...a material needed to make poison gas bombs."

Jiang Yongxin couldn't explain clearly in a short period of time, so he could only tell Gao Cang this way.

"Did your teacher tell me how to deal with it?"

"Cut the projectile body and separate the explosives and poisons. The explosives in the projectile are placed in a safe area and detonated without any harm. As for the poisons, high-temperature oxidative decomposition or biological decomposition failure methods must be used."

"Can you make it simpler?"

Gao Cang heard that it was clouds and mountains and fog, and he knew where this was going. He obviously understood every word, but the nouns made up of these words made Gao Cang feel like he was hearing Martian literature.

"Our country currently does not have such technology, and even if it does, the cost of destroying so many poison gas bombs is difficult to calculate," Jiang Yongxin said.

"Isn't there a simple and effective way, such as roasting over fire?"

"Don't think about it. We can't judge whether the poison developed by the kid is stable or unstable. What if it leaks before the temperature rises?"

Gao Cang scratched his scalp: "You mean there is no solution?"

"There is currently no way. Maybe with the development of technology, we will have a way in the future."

Technology will also improve in the future, and there may be a way to destroy poison gas bombs.

"The best way now is to try to move these gas bombs away as much as possible, to a sparsely populated place, preferably a cool place. Don't let the bomb body rust, and send people to check the situation regularly."

The Japanese army not only left a ruined Pingcheng to Zhao Zhiguo and the others.

He also left the most difficult gas bomb to Zhao Zhiguo.

Zhao Zhiguo will definitely not use poison gas bombs on his own land. The technology cannot keep up, and some diseases will last in China for several years or even more than ten years.

"I have told you everything I can tell you about this matter. Don't disturb me from operating on the wounded."

Jiang Yongxin knew that poison gas bombs were extremely harmful, but he was really helpless.

There is not much technology in the world to destroy poison gas bombs in batches, let alone China, which is impoverished.

Gao Cang fed back the news to Zhao Zhiguo.

Zhao Zhiguo was so angry that his teeth hurt: "Ding Yucheng, take the scouts to the mountainous area in the north of Wang County to find a cave. There are no villages within a radius of thirty kilometers of the cave!"

This was Zhao Zhiguo's last resort, which was to move these gas bombs into the mountains and store them in a sparsely populated area.

I hope that one day they will have enough technology and cost to solve the harm left by the little devils.

Although the little Japanese were beaten away, the trauma they left on this land will take the Chinese people more than ten years to repair.

For this war, the Chinese people have really paid the price of several generations.

Not only the visible casualties and losses, but also the invisible losses are even more difficult to accept.

Outside the city, the burning corpses of Japanese soldiers gave off an unpleasant smell.

Zhao Zhiguo escorted a large number of Japanese prisoners to Pingcheng, where they burned the bodies of their soldiers.

Japanese prisoners of war not only had to dispose of Japanese corpses in the city, but also helped build houses and clean up construction debris in the city.

The more free labor Zhao Zhiguo and others use, the more comfortable they become.

News of the recapture of Pingcheng spread quickly, and the headquarters sent a telegram to Zhao Zhiguo, asking why they did not report such a huge victory.

It's not that Zhao Zhiguo didn't report, it's that Zhao Zhiguo simply didn't have time.

Li Jingming's affairs need to be dealt with, the lurking puppet troops and the surrendered puppet troops need to be screened, the houses in the city need to be repaired, and the stable supply of food in Pingcheng must be ensured.

In the past few days, Zhao Zhiguo felt as if his brain had been borrowed from someone else and he was anxious to return it.

"Hey... at that time, there were as many as 2,000 puppet troops resisting the Japanese army, and more than 1,000 puppet troops surrendered!" Matthew said.

When the battle broke out, the puppet troops in the city basically did not help the little devils.

Except for our own people, they can be used. The remaining puppet troops will basically be released after being re-educated.

Otherwise, if we keep a group of idle puppet soldiers who will consume food and make us angry to death, we might as well let them go and make a living on their own.

"How many people can be added to our army?" Zhao Zhiguo asked.
Chapter completed!