Then there were pendants such as hats, water bottles, and bayonets. They frantically threw away everything they had on them.

It's so cold that it's freezing to death, and the temperature of the sun seems negligible.

But the fleeing French soldiers still took off their coats resolutely.

Now everything that blocks their escape is in the category of being thrown away.

They ran helplessly across the ground, avoiding the wall of yellow-green air that mercilessly devoured everything.

How can a person outrun the wind? People will get tired, but the wind will not.

A strong wind blew by, and Napoleon, a former artilleryman, stretched out his hand to measure the distance.

In less than ten minutes, the yellow-green wall of poison gas advanced five hundred meters.

Looking at the swaying bare branches, Napoleon sadly discovered that the wind seemed to be getting stronger.

"Your Majesty, you must evacuate here immediately. Otherwise, it will be too late." Forion urged Napoleon again.

Napoleon glanced at the groom following him, gritted his teeth, and got on the horse.
Chapter completed!