"No! There is a problem with the goal!"

"No! The battle mages and combat boats from the East Continent have dived from high altitude!"

"This is the 77th Special Mixed Team! We were ambushed! The enemy convoy is far less than the numbers reported by the frontline battlefield commander!"

When the Mixed Bombing Wing of New Eden discovered the convoy of the Grassland Elves, the Grassland Elves combat mages and combat boats that dived from the clouds at high altitude had already put a lot of pressure on them in terms of quantity. The New Eden combat boats loaded with a large number of aviation bombs were the focus of the targets of the Grassland Elves combat boats. The Grassland Elves combat boats using air combat cannons crushed the New Eden side in any aspect, and the 20mm cannon only needs a short shot to turn their peers into parts.

"The air power of the New Edens was weakened again, which is very good. His Highness Panney and His Highness Youju will be happy to see it." The wife of the director of the think tank who was responsible for the fight against the New Eden, did not rush down the clouds. She and her squad looked at the one-sided killing near the surface until the oath was born. She looked at the sky in the south. There seemed to be something in the void... "Tell a group, exit the battle and start climbing..." Looking at the sky, the lady of the think tank frowned: "Tell the convoy, let them run quickly, it seems that a big guy is going to jump over."

Then she and her team members saw the huge dragon-shaped skull that tore through the void and poked out of it.

"The Bone Dragon of New Eden...Legendary!" The director of the think tank turned his head and looked at his messenger: "Go and find Your Highness! Tell her that we will help her block the Bone Dragon's pursuit!"

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"My God, what is that." He raised his head and looked at the huge bone dragon jumping out of the twisted void and its companions, the commander of the "Dawn of Provence" group, Bastian Kachin licked his dry lips: "Stay! Girl! Raise your flag!" He walked to the little girl and patted her on the shoulder. When the battle flag was erected, he looked at the runner-up deputy: "We can't leave, at least thirty bone dragons, we don't have any mobile vehicle."

"At least let the girl take the group flag away!" The deputy group looked at his leader.

"Let her go, the flag stays, I hold it." The commander shook his head: "We cover the grassland elves and the kitten people and let them withdraw from the battle. This is the land we descend, and we should be left for granted."

"...Good way, hurry up, the girls of the flag guard team! Let them come over! Take our saint!" The regiment deputy ran quickly to the messenger who was waiting for the order in silence: "Hurry! Go find them!"

"No." A calm voice stopped the efforts of the leader and deputy group. They turned their heads and saw the little girl holding the flag.

"I am the flag holder, so of course I should stay with the latter. Mr. Commander, let the youngest sons of the battle group go first." The little girl with chocolate skin said seriously: "My compatriots in the sky can't be delayed for long. When they get off the ground, no one can leave."

"You go too, I'll let the young son corps protect you from retreating." The leader of the regiment extended his hand and wanted to take the flag from her hand, but the next second, the girl in front of them had already transformed into a spirit body. The girl holding the flag standing on the earth smiled and shook her head: "I sacrificed the sacred residence I established myself to last for at least thirty minutes. Mr. Leader and Deputy Governor, you can go. Every day in this battle group, I am loved by everyone. Now, I should also let me take care of everyone."

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"At least thirty bone dragons, and legendary?" When Marceau heard this news, he felt dizzy. This thing that had never happened in his previous life kept torturing Marceau's mind today: "Impossible! The last time even when the battle situation in New Eden was facing the brink of collapse, there was no such number of legendary troops!"

"That can only be said that this is a historical correction of the Cambrian." Yan, who had joined Marceau, shook his head: "It seems that Lamberton's incident was originally a correction, but we appeared. In the eyes of Cambrian, our battle this time would be very likely to change the direction of history and turn the invasion of the New Eden into a joke... so it must be corrected." The Cat Girl glanced at the sky, then turned toward Marceau: "We must start retreating immediately, otherwise we will not be able to leave until the battle mage of the think tank's wife lost all the losses."

"No! We haven't been able to snatch Yang's body back yet!" Marceau pointed to the intersection in front: "Yang is there! I'll take people to rush again!"

"...No, it's really too late to leave..." Yan pointed to the sky, and Masce followed her guidance and saw the huge coffin ship jumping out of the void. These large transport ships carrying new Eden's troops were descending, and more Banshee corps were jumping out of the void.

Marceau gritted his teeth and finally nodded: "Let's go!"

I have been a cat who has been struggling on the battlefield of Ashbey for two and a half years and I know that if I don’t leave, I really have no chance to leave.

He could not let tens of thousands of compatriots and comrades die for his own girl.

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The scattered soldiers who had been disbanded before were constantly setting up obstacles on the retreat road. When Marceau led his team to the airborne field, he took the lead in charge and broke off himself. He found that only a few teams of combat boats were left but not yet launched, and thousands of local team members were desperately resisting the new Eden troops in the north of the airborne field that were trying to control the airborne field.

"Where is your big commander?!" Marceau found a guy who looked like a commander.

"Die! They are all dead. Now you are the highest level of commander here!" He glanced at Marceau and shouted loudly.

"...Who else do you want to retreat?" Marceau asked as he looked at the bloody warrior and his companions.

"The loyal ethnic group of our regiment has already boarded the combat boat, thank you." The soldier nodded and pointed behind Marceau: "Commander! Retreat quickly!"

"……goodbye."

"Goodbye, Commander, I wish you a good journey."

Marceau shook hands with the young man, then stepped back, turned around and ran to the side of the combat boat he was riding in. The combat boats began to climb. Marceau, who was sitting on the board, watched countless ghouls and demons gradually submerged everything.

"This country cannot escape the disaster." Mingen's sigh came from his headphones.

"I don't accept it! We have obviously entered the noble area!" That was a round angry voice.

"I know, Yuan, we've worked hard." Marceau spoke, and then heard the sound of round sobs coming from the headphones. In order to block the pursuers, the kitten man team where the cat girl was located was almost killed or injured. As the youngest girl in the wing, she was dragged out of the battle by several kittens.
Chapter completed!