After wading through the river and walking to the shore affected by the mud and stone, gunfire sounds were everywhere. The flame explosion technique was like raindrops. A group of people who had just gathered nearby were directly swallowed by a time-lapse flame explosion technique that exploded above their heads.

The battlefield commander shouted loudly in his ears, "Don't join forces! The three-three scattered soldiers system! Keep the distance away! Don't let a flaming explosion kill one of your team!"

"Put down the kit on your back!" The comrade who had just arrived ashore shouted while unbuttoning the belt on his chest.

"Doctor! He was shot!" someone shouted loudly.

There were such a sound everywhere on the battlefield. Take off the kit bag on your back, hang the bullet bag on your side bag on your carrying gear on your chest, and attack and advance in the direction of the enemy under the guidance of your team commander... or, in other words, fight.

There are people everywhere in our own people and Eastern Continental people, standing in the wilderness, hugging each other, and destroying each other.

While running, the comrades around him fell silently, and let the stabbed bayonet knock over the opponent with the buttstock. Before the muzzle was reversed, another bayonet stabbed him. However, this time, the comrades cleared the siege for him, but before he could say thank you, the comrades who had just shot the enemy were lifted off the skull by a shot. More people from the Eastern Continent rushed over and kicked over the opponent who was about to get up. They pulled out the bayonet from the bayonet bag at the waist and put it into the muzzle, and went to face the enemy with the comrades on the front line.

Shoot each other at close range, and continue to move forward without death until each other stabs bayonets into each other's bodies.

After dealing with the opponent in front of him, a huge explosion came from nearby. More than a dozen combat mages from the Eastern Continent dropped the 250-pound bombs in the explosion set he carried to the ground, lifting away a large number of human remains.

He was knocked over to the ground by the shock wave, finally got rid of his dizzy state, climbed up from the ground, raised his head, the wailing banshee and the combat mage in the sky chased each other, the gargoyles and griffon knights tore each other apart, and a sharp-eyed comrade pointed to the north: "What is that!"

"What is that?" someone asked, "I can't see anything!"

What is that? Turning his head over, looking to the north, and then falling heavily to the ground. It was clearly dawn, but why was it dark?

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"This is Kakaf Roenen, commander of the Escort Battle Mage Wing. We will begin to expel enemy air units. Good luck to all the surface troops!"

"This is the battlefield commander of the ground forces, Marceau, I wish you all the air forces peace."

These are two additional sounds from the local commander channel.

When most of the reinforcements carried by the combat boats descended in the airborne area sorted out from the rear of the legion, with Maso's landline as the front line, a combat boat unit began to enter the battlefield. Facing the firepower of the ground troops, the pilots of the combat boats poured firepower to the ground while decreasing the height. Finally, Maso reached out to pick up Boonetani and jumped down from the landline. The earth-elemented cats fell from the air, and the kittens of the third squadron did the same.

"Who is the commander here?" Marceau took out the carbines musket from his back and asked at the person who was dragging the wounded.

"...you! sir!" The big man replied loudly after seeing the badge on Marceau's shoulder.

"What about Xiao Shi and the supporting role?" Marceau frowned.

"The chief of the group was seriously injured and rescued! Chief Guo died in the battle!" The young man replied, dragging the wounded onto a stretcher with his companions.

OK, Marceau tilted his head and looked at Boonetani: "Follow me from afar, but don't get too close to me, because there will be danger."

After saying that, he rubbed the girl's little head, then turned around, Marceau raised his hand, and the blessing of the sage included all the places on the entire battlefield.

"This is Marceau, the battlefield commander, is taking over the front line here. Please link with me by all commanders."

First several screens lit up, then more and more screens lit up, and all the commanders expressed their own position to Marceau.

And Marceau was also very simple. The cat who picked up the musket and walked towards the firefighting zone: "Let's drive these new Edens down."

In front of him, a whole team of combat boats flew in level through the landing ground of the New Edens. The large incendiary bombs dropped ignited everything. The flames of blessings raised up and even ignited the banshee who was chasing behind the combat boat.

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The cat from the old Su family on Mars brought people to smash the situation.

Marceau's appearance can be said to be extremely shining, which directly included the gorgeous sound and light performance on the left side of the front line. Not to mention what everyone in the East Continental Army thinks, everyone in New Eden heard that the cat actually came over. The left wing of the battlefield, which was already bloody, became even more violent. The New Eden masters who were originally pressed on the landing field were like chicken blood being shot. The isolation belt pulled out by the incendiary bomb could not stop them, the strafing of the combat boat could not stop them, and even the roaring kittens could not stop their steps. Even the arcane chainsaw swords and large-caliber arm cannons in the hands of the roaring kittens could not stop them. Even if they were knocked to the ground, successors rushed over one after another.

"I never knew I had such a appeal." Marceau stood in a circular fortification, looking at the far front, while taking over the wired telephone handed over by the operator beside him. The neurological new Eden just put an Arcane Channel jammer on the left wing. All communications were interfered with. Arcane headphones became an unsuitable high-tech. Only wired telephones could continue to work by leaving the working range of the jammer.

"High-altitude reconnaissance confirms that you are now the center of the battlefield. Congratulations, Marceau, you are a very standard heartthrob." Mrs. Lily in the phone called out a very rare joke.

"Yes, there are at least 100,000 single dogs now ready to peel me." Marceau also cooperated with the lady and complained: "Madam, has it been hit in the air?"

"Now, there are nine signal enhancers in the air combat wing responsible for covering the ground attacks. In another five minutes, our Arcane Channel will be able to start working again."

"What a good news, but I personally recommend whether I can tell the young men who are attacking the ground, and ask them to send a small team of combat boats equipped with incendiary bombs to light a fire at the New Eden supply on the other side of the river." Marceau listened to the hissing sound getting closer and closer, and turned his head to look in that direction: "Madam, another group of New Eden guys are here, I'll deal with it first."

"No problem, I'll arrange attacks now. Remember, don't be stupid." Mrs. Lily said worriedly.

"I'm not a child, don't worry." After saying that, Marceau reached out and patted the steel helmet on the head of the big cat who was holding a recoilless launcher. This was the reinforcements sent by the big cats to strengthen the firepower of their relatives. They were all half-big mixed-race big cats of fifteen or sixteen years old. But even so, when these guys were half-kneeling and firing, Marceau still had to straighten his hands high before he could pat their heads: "Calibrate two hundred yards! Launch!"

Anne used the caliber that was larger than these before, because engineers felt that the power had been too strong before. When reducing the bullet body, they divided the bullet body into different working principles, such as armor piercing and high explosion. In fact, in addition to a large amount of explosives placed in the high explosion body, the bullet shell was more of a natural prefabricated fragment.

The effect was good. With more than ten big cats holding the fire, they directly overturned a large group of new Edens who were shouting that they wanted to peel off the cat's skin to protect their wives.

But there were still many new Edens who rushed into the second line of defense, and then they were warmly welcomed by the Big Cats. Although there was only one reinforcement squadron of about 400, after knowing that they were the guys who wanted to get rid of the new Eden, Marceau left the squadron by his side. It turned out that the Big Cats felt that they were underestimated at first, or whether the commander of this kitten was too afraid of death... But now you have figured it out that guarding the commander can still beat the new Eden bloodily. How great is it to kill two birds with one stone.

It's right to think about it, what else is more interesting than the enemy's delivery to the door.

This wave of new Edens was soon beaten by the big cats and the kittens to become mentally retarded, and the new Eden troops that rushed into the trenches were quickly eliminated.

The problem now is... Another wave of howlings of New Eden came again, and the slogan of skinning the cat alive and rescuing his wife was shaking.

Marceau could only look at Boonetani with an awkward look on his face.
Chapter completed!