"It's the chariot of the New Eden!" There was a grassland elves screaming.

And Masso, who was nestled in the ruins, looked at the tube handed to him by a black-haired grassland elf: "What's this?"

"Rocket-boosted grenade launcher." After saying that, the little guy looked at Masce, who was lying to me, and smiled: "One-time."

"Not the kind that can be recharged after launch?" Marceau has seen this thing in his girl's engineering center, but he is still adjusting his state. After all, he can only hit thirty meters. Although the medicine is sufficient, the distance of thirty meters has not even been out of the killing radius. You can't let the dwarf with fish-fried tools on his body use this thing.

"It's a good guy from the engineering research and development center of His Highness Eleuk. He only needs one round to hit the track car, and he can hit wherever he points within 150 meters." The grassland elf said with a flattering look on his face: "Mr. Marceau, come and fight. After all, it's easier to find a high place than us."

"Okay, but what should I do if the rest are left."

"Leave it to us, but Mr. Marceau, you'd better attack the side and rear of the new Eden chariot. After all, this thing is armor. By the way, this thing is flying at a speed of 100 meters per second. If you're a little far away, it's better to calculate some advance amount."

With this introduction, Marceau learned how to use the scale of the mechanical sight on this barrel, and then carried it into the alley.

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The stone slabs shattered under the tracks of the chariot. When the air force could still be lifted off before, the square was already blown up like the surface of the moon. The chariots stopped and stopped. From time to time, a mage needed to fill the pits with fossils, and then paved them with fossils to make stones.

Under the cover of chariots and infantry, the mages suffered no losses, only the reduction of personnel caused by cold guns coming from the flanks from time to time. After dropping smoke bombs, the soldiers jumped into the first trench that the Eastern Continental people gave up and began to suppress them to both sides, the situation became much better.

"There are much less gunshots coming from the left. I saw blue smoke on the roofs of several small buildings. They were empty signs. It seemed that Corgen was doing well. Tell the F Company to transfer a platoon to help him." The team commander knelt behind a chariot. After speaking to the messenger, he took out a voice transmitter from the iron box on the butt of the car: "This is the commander of the Blood Lake Battle Group, in the direction of nine o'clock, the small building in front of the red smoke! There are shooting points of the East Continental people on it! Kill it!"

The chariot began to turn the turret. As a deceased, the team commander naturally did not need to be afraid of shelling explosions in his ears, but he turned around and shouted: "Blasting! Pay attention to the eardrum!"

Then the cannon sounded, the team commander took a look at the effect, and once again picked up the voice transmitter: "I used the wrong cannonball! Use the shrapnel! You used armor-piercing bombs just now!"

The armor-piercing bomb just now created a small hole in the wall on the second floor, and there was no other effect. If it was a grenade, the small building just now was probably disintegrated.

Then in his sight, the roof of the building near the small building suddenly lit up.

The next second, the last scene of the team commander in the game was that he flew up by himself.

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Meow, to be honest, watching this thing open fire in this direction was indeed a very touching thing for me, but it was really unlucky to be so moved. But just as the chariot stopped because of the shelling, put the barrel on the guardrail, pulled the trigger at it, and with a bang, a flame flew across the square and plunged into the side and back of the opposite chariot.

Then there was a grand explosion. The new Commander Eden and a team of infantry who were half-squatting on the body were directly shattered by the shock wave of the chariot's turret, and the turret of the chariot flew directly into the air.

Then there was a scream from the defense line of the Eastern Continent - the turret was flying towards them.

But at this time, Marceau was no longer in the mood to see the landing point. The new Eden screamed and rushed towards his direction, and the other two tanks also turned the turret over.

So he quickly turned around and ran to the position of the rope. As soon as he lowered to the second floor, the shells turned the entire third floor of the building into ruins. Fortunately, he was still a distance from the ground. Masoling was spinning 180 degrees in the air and landed safely.

Of course, it is not the time to feel good luck now. The cat rushed into the alley and retreated towards the line of defense.

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"Their turret has been turned! Mr. Marceau has succeeded!" shouted the same kind of person beside the grassland elves.

"Great! Get ready to attack!" his deputy shouted: "Aim! Men! Use all the knowledge you have learned from the artillery master!"

Between the ruins, two cannons with wheels and brackets were being adjusted. The grassland elves had already aimed at the two tanks. Now, in addition to fine-tuning, the loaders took out the shells from the box. The three of them put these shells larger than themselves into the cannon and closed the bolts.

"Start the attack, boys, until the enemy's chariot stops working." After the grassland elves said, the two gunners pulled the firing pole in their hands together.

Two tanks that were firing on the flanks were shot at the same time. A hole was made on the side of the turret of the chariot in the middle, and then flames were seen spurting out from all the holes in the tank.

Another turret unexpectedly bounced off the shell, and the shell eventually landed in the New Eden controlled area behind, causing several unlucky guys to fly away.

The infantry of New Eden immediately set off a wall of smoke between the opponent, rain fog, smoke, and soon the grassland elves could not see the remaining chariot. This result made the black-haired grassland elves shake their heads. In the end, he chose to retreat. The grassland elves moved the ammunition box onto the heavy track truck, hung the cannons behind the chariot, and quickly disappeared into the rain fog.

The facts proved that their choice was not wrong. Several Banshee gangs that took off urgently with the ground attack kit turned the north of the square into purgatory, and the south of the square was also blown up by the battle mages of the East Continent who rushed over. More unlucky people died in this air strike than most of today's ground battle.

In this regard, Marceau can only say that as cannon fodder for the ground forces, it is really necessary to die like this - in the history of the earth, since the birth of the Air Force, the ground forces have always faced this cruel world with a spirit of "the air force and the navy are responsible for the installation, and we are only responsible for the death."
Chapter completed!