"Prepare the smoke bombs! Don't use pepper-flavored ones! We're attacking this time!" A grassland elves screamed on the side.

"Get ready! Fellow countrymen! Get bayonets! If anyone falls out of the chain! When you get home, wait for your elder sister to be skinned!" A kitten man shouted on the side!

The heavy combat boat flew past low altitude, and the 20mm machine gun was plowing on the other side of the defense line, and the bombs dropped from the wings lifted the human parts everywhere. But soon, a heavy combat boat was hit and it rolled down, eventually setting off a sea of ​​fire, while the other climbed up quickly, disappearing without a trace.

Then the combat mages of both sides entered the field, and the negative energy missiles and magic missiles shot out from the missile bays equipped by each other's air combat module. The combat mages who opened the shield quickly approached the distance of hand-to-hand combat. Muskets, sacred beam swords and negative energy beam swords cut through the air, and from time to time, unlucky guys fell freely from the air.

"The shelling has been summoned! Get ready!"

With the commander's shout, a loud thunder came from behind the defense line, and one meteor-like thing cut through the sky, and anything blocking its route was crushed to pieces. They finally fell on the head of the New Edens. The advanced shield technique lost its effect after blocking the thirteenth time, and then a loud roar came from behind the defense line. It was a row of red meteors, densely gathered into a concave arc. They cut through the sky and landed on the New Edens with a momentum as if they were about to smash the dark clouds.

Explosions everywhere, the earth was shaking like a shaking momentum.

"Pop up the smoke bomb!" A grassland elves shouted.

"Put on a gas mask!" the kitten man screamed.

There was a small, chocolate-colored skin, but wearing a velvet coat and a big-brimmed hat I got from somewhere. The commander holding a small pistol was held out by a big man from the trench. He waved his hand holding a small musket hard by the trench, and his other hand held a tin horn and shouted hard: "Go forward! My compatriots! Otherwise, the supervisory team would shoot!"

Then the big men who were said to be French on Earth rushed out of the trenches as if they were injected with chicken blood. At the end of the team, there was even a military band playing some unknown song.

"Those Earthlings are crazy, where did the supervision team come from? They didn't even stay in the reserve team. What's going on with that band?" A little cat asked his companion with confusion.

"Don't worry about these crazy diseases! Let's go! Whoever team will wash everyone's socks when they arrive at the last one! "

So all the kittens couldn't wait to rush out of the trench.

"Come on! Don't watch the show! Our kitten is going crazy again!" This is the scream of the grassland elves.

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Michelle Word Bearer, the first sequence of the new Eden Ingmar Ron, the chief crown of the fifth regiment.

The hand that was sitting in the command center, watching the defense commanders standing in front of him, holding teacups filled with negative energy was trembling slightly.

"Who guarded the first line of defense?"

He looked at the sand table in front of him, and the soul fire in his eyes rolled.

"The Rollin team from Mo Dankui, all the members below the commander of the Great Commander died in the first line of defense. The guys from the East Continent used a wave of cover artillery to directly smash the central area of ​​the first line of defense." Some bald middle-aged players explained in a row of cannons: "The Grand Team Leader of the Great Commander of the Great Commander of the Great Commander of the Great Commander of the Great Commander of the Great Commander of the Great Commander of the His Staff were directly hit, and no one was left. The Guards on the defense line were killed or injured. Our friendly forces, the Iron Song of Steel, from Olinda, tried their best but failed to drive the Eastern Continent team that rushed over."

"Do those guys from the East Continent have three heads and six arms!" Michelle roared out of control.

"In addition to some grassland elves and kitten people, there are three French men in the regiment. The three flag-holding girls were confirmed to be in the charge front, and one of the girls had died in the melee." The bald player immediately followed the topic.

Michelle immediately fell silent and no one knew that if the flag-holding girl in the French battle group died in the battlefield, the players of the entire group would give up retreating. Deathing in the same land as the Saint was almost the best destination in the eyes of these psychopaths. The chief could imagine the dilemma faced by everyone in the Song of Steel. Whether it was dark or white, French could hide alone in the crater. When the Song of Steel approached, he would pull the leads of the fishing tools on his chest, and then sang a Marseille song and crash into the Song of Steel.

This is a terrible unit that has been urinating even more than a self-destructing worm since the first opening era. In every battle, I always tell everyone this truth that the greater your goal, the greater the chance of you being caught by these guys.

"They must be driven out. The pressure on Lamberton City behind us is no less than that here! Tell everyone of the Song of Steel, when they die on the way to charge, I will lead the team to join the battle myself!" Michelle leaned into the chair, thought for a while, and then smashed the pencil in his hand heavily on the sand table: "The stupidity of the Intelligence Department [beep-]! At least two hundred shells in one round! How did they move up! Has no one in the sky seen it?!"

"Your Highness, we have informed the indigenous people that judging from the flight arc of the shells during the shelling and the size of the sightings, they are definitely heavy artillery. I don't know how it came from, but they definitely used mechanical dragging. It is unrealistic to use mules and horses to drag these giants, so it should be very simple to find a convoy. I have even ordered several combat mage squadrons of my own battle group to conduct an armed search." The middle-aged man said with a positive look.

"...His Excellency Mida Maia, thank you for your hard work." Michel nodded: "I will explain your credit to the prince myself."

"There are we all fighting for the glory of the conqueror." The middle-aged man nodded with a smile.

At this moment, a white bone player rushed into the command center: "His Excellency Mida Maiya! We have found that convoy!"

"Where is it?!" asked the middle-aged man.

"How is the opponent's air defense force?" Michelle is more concerned about this issue.

"Two escaped combat mages from Galill Squadron! They found that heavy artillery team in the a15th zone! Completely mechanized! There are at least one wing of grassland elves fighting mages and ten white dragon knights guarding them!"
Chapter completed!