Chapter 880 Hellfire Vodka (Second update, please subscribe)
Wine barrel!
Wine barrels fell from the sky like this!
Not to mention Osman Nuri and his men on top of the fortress, even the Turkish observers on the ground were stunned when the wine barrels came whistling. They almost watched helplessly as the "wine barrels" fell from the sky.
"Damn it, those guys must have been drunk! They actually threw the barrel down!"
In the distant Russian positions, Russian officers and soldiers all looked at the wine barrels falling from the sky with envy... Russians are all born alcoholics.
"That's right, how could they throw the barrels down? God, I haven't had vodka for several days, they must have drunk too much..."
Amid the complaints of the Russian infantry, the wine barrel that fell from the sky hit the ground hard. It did not break immediately. The barrel was made of Caucasian pine and was fixed with iron hoops. Instead of breaking at the moment of landing, it was helped by the iron hoops and the elasticity of the wood and flew up to a height of fifteen or sixteen meters before disintegrating in the air. At the moment of breaking, the black sticky waste oil spread out like a waterfall, and the white phosphorus that came into contact with the air burned and ignited it. The waterfall instantly turned into a "fire blanket" and fell down suddenly, covering the Turkish trenches and fortifications in this "fire blanket".
This was not just one "fire blanket", but hundreds of them. Oil drums fell, bounced, shattered and burned in the air. The burning "fire blanket" was like the "flying carpet" in the Arabian Nights. It moved, and under the action of gravity, it flowed into the trenches, and from the trenches flowed into the fortifications and bunkers. The Turkish soldiers hiding in the fortifications to avoid the bombing screamed in fear. When they tried to put out the fire, the burning oil was thrown everywhere. Many Turks were covered with fire. The sticky waste oil was like ointment, sticking to their bodies and could never be shaken off.
For a moment, the trenches and the sea of fire were filled with screaming and crying firemen. The fire was burning near the trenches, but what was even more deadly was the smoke. Under the influence of the wind, the trenches became a chimney. The smoke produced by the burning of waste oil flowed into the anti-artillery bunkers along the trenches. Compared with fire, the choking smoke was more deadly.
Moreover, waste oil contains a large amount of asphalt, and the poisonous gas it produces when burning is also deadly. In the poisonous smoke, the Turkish soldiers in the fortifications were like taking a "Turkish sauna", except that this sauna was poisonous. The black poisonous smoke choked them and made them breathless. Thousands of Turkish soldiers fell into a coma without even running out in a hurry. Even if someone ran out, there was either a blazing sea or thick black smoke outside. They wanted to run out of the trenches, but the trenches were two and a half meters deep and they could not climb out without a ladder. They could only struggle and cry in despair in the poisonous smoke that was like a flue.
"Oh my God, what...what is this..."
The "fine wine" that fell from the sky turned into "fire blankets", and then the fire blankets flowed into the trenches like waterfalls, covering everything on the ground in a sea of fire. Faced with such a horrifying scene, the Russians were dumbfounded. You know, a few seconds ago, they wished those wine barrels would fall on them.
But what about now?
What kind of wine barrel is that? It’s clearly the “Devil’s Wine”!
"Ulla... Ulla..."
For a moment, there was cheering everywhere in the Russian position, and as they cheered, they shouted loudly.
"Let the damn Turks taste Russian vodka!"
"Haha, Russian vodka, ha la shao..."
"Vodka, Hara-san!"
Amid cheers, the Russian army began to attack. Unlike the previous two large-scale attacks, this time only a few thousand Russian troops launched the attack. When they attacked, the fire in the "Eagle Fort" was still burning, and the airships in the sky were still dropping oil barrels. The entire "Eagle Fort" was shrouded in fiery flames and billowing black smoke.
How many people are left there?
Osman Nuri stared at the Eagle Castle with wide eyes. His look seemed a little ferocious, and he roared again.
"Have you contacted Dudayev?"
"No one has replied to the telegram..."
There are only two possibilities for no reply: one is that the telegraph line was burned out, and the other is that everyone died in the fire.
"Damn, what kind of weapons did they use? Was it an incendiary bomb? Are there such incendiary bombs?"
Osman Nouri complained loudly. He didn't know how to describe his current mood. Was it despair or fear?
Even though he was prepared to fight to the death, the way the Russians were fighting was completely beyond his expectations.
"Pasha, the stronghold near Eagle Fort sent a telegram saying that there were artillery and gunshots coming from Eagle Fort, but... they were very sparse."
Compared with the previous resistance, the resistance of Eagle Fort in the flames was almost insignificant, and could even be said to be negligible. After all, many people were either burned to death or choked to death by the smoke.
About half an hour later, the Russian tricolor flag was flying over the "Eagle Fort", and the Russian soldiers shouted loudly there, regardless of the poisonous smoke that filled the air.
"Hula, huula..."
Amid the waves of "Ura" shouts, more and more Russian soldiers were shouting there.
"Russia, vodka!"
"Russia, vodka!"
"Russia, vodka!"
…
Why did they shout like that? Of course, they were not asking the Tsar for vodka, but because in their opinion, it was the barrels of wine that fell from the sky that helped them win the battle at a negligible cost.
"What, so fast!"
When Tsar Alexander II received the report from the front line in his headquarters, he simply couldn't believe his ears and even confirmed it again before he believed it was true.
The reason why he drove to the Pleven front was to supervise the battle in person, because Russia did not have much time to waste here.
But what about now?
He found that there seemed to be no need for him to stay here any longer, because Russian vodka would conquer everything!
"Haha, Major Li!"
Alexander II hugged Li Bin in his arms and said excitedly.
"Thank you, Major, with 'Russian Vodka' we will definitely win this war..."
What?
What is "Russian vodka"? At this moment, Li Bin couldn't help but be a little confused, but in an instant, he came to his senses and added.
"Your Majesty, if that's the case, then we should mobilize all the airships and drop more oil..."
"What oil? That's not oil at all. It's vodka! It was a gift from the Russians to those pagans."
Tsar Alexander III said proudly there.
"We will throw all those pagans into hell and purify their souls with the fire of hell."
(End of this chapter)
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