Stepping in the mud, Bacham frowned, because the mud was covered in blood and the air was even more disgusting. From the corpse transport cart in the distance, he filled his nose along the north-drift wind and occupied his olfactory organs. .

The young New Eden Outsider never thought that he would hate the smell of barbecue one day.

"Hi, your bullets." Following his companion to the logistics supply point, the blind supply officer handed over a small bag of bullets.

Bacam was jokingly with his bag: "Only twenty times, I think you guys have never been as shabby as they are today." The young man looked at the supply officer in front of him, "You guy, shouldn't you steal supplies."

"Which idiot did I steal the supplies to sell to?" The supply officer rolled his eyes: "A big-headed soldier like you can only live for three minutes! If you can find twenty targets alive, you can try to find more bullets from your teammates."

"One-eyed, are you cursing us?" the commander behind Bacham asked bluntly.

"You can probably live a little longer." After confirming the epaulette of Bacham's boss, the supply officer added a bag of bullets.

"Damn, I feel like you have the aura of a rich man at once." The squadron behind the commander, Himmler, halfling, grinned, and he got a bag of bullets from the supply officer: "Thank you, if anyone lacks this thing, I won't signal him to take it from my body."

"Very good, New Eden needs a guy like you who knows what you know." The supply officer nodded, as if he was satisfied with the performance of this half-ling.

"I always feel like pigs caught in the slaughterhouse." The friend in front of Bacham spat.

"Killing pigs requires electric shocks, and to make us die, we only need the bastard on the opposite side to hit our heads nine millimeters." The dark elf in front of him turned around and joked with a hoarse voice.

"Sam, Alin, you two are so naive. It is said that when you are tying up nine millimeters with your forehead, it is considered a good end." A dwarf trotted from behind, and he was tying up his musket: "I just heard from the remnants of the second series that the large barbecue of the East Continental here will never stop all day long, and it is normal to use your face to catch two thousand pounds of incendiary bombs."

"I'll go to yours. I'll take two thousand pounds on my face and I'll be buried for peace, okay?" As a barbarian, my friend couldn't help but open his red lips and spat.

"No, I think that compared to being burned to death, I would be a quick death ending to catch two thousand pounds. At least I don't need to be myself in the fire." The black elf held his chin and continued his cold joke.

"I think Alin is right, and he will die faster when he faces him." The commander said, clapping his hands: "We're on the front line! The fox line!" The striker of the second team and the fourth team, the other teams followed, Xiao Zhang, carry your radio station and follow me.

A halfling carrying a flat iron box with a soft antenna ran over.

"To be honest, where is our chariot? Why do we follow the pile of stinky meat? I would rather breathe the heavily polluted air emitted by the car, and I wouldn't want to walk with a pile of meat that had been rotten for a long time." Himmler frowned and pinched his nose.

"It was all killed by the chariots of the East Continent. It is said that the crew is the wives of the winner of the Meows." The commander replied while confirming the course of his squadron.

"Damn, what we use is really sad for the listener, and the listener cryes. This world is really unfair." Sam, the barbarian, complained beside Baccarum.

"This world has never been fair from the beginning. For example, only a handsome guy like me can become a warlock, and you can only become a big-headed soldier." As a warlock, the comrades in the same team who had just walked up from behind, smugly brushed away the broken hair on their faces: "A handsome guy can do whatever he wants, everyone."

"Shameless Mark." Teammates all out of their middle fingers.

At this moment, a shell fell down. Everyone turned their heads and saw the mud and human bodies rising from afar. The commander shook his head: "It's too far. It is said that the people of the East Continent hanged a cannon to the bell tower behind their defense line. Although our air power has always wanted to destroy the cannon, the air power of the East Continent is firmly guarding there."

"That is to say, we have to bear this kind of damage from now on until we start the charge and rush into the trench opposite?" Bacham looked at the clock tower in the distance... it was too far, at least thousands of yards.

"Not that." The commander was saying this, a shell fell behind the team, causing no other damage except to stir up a pile of mud.

"It's too far. The gun team on the opposite side wants to hit the shells to the point where they hate and sew the corpse." The commander just finished speaking, another shelling attack. This time, except for one unlucky bullet blocking his head on the flight route of the shells, the shells flew across the entire line and then landed in front of the room behind them. The corpse transport truck at the end of the car became the only two victims, and the grenade turned the entire car and the passengers on the car into the past.

"My God, it's so disgusting." Himmler covered his mouth.

"If you feel disgusted, don't watch it. Stone Skin Technique! Those who can open elemental incarnation will start." The commander shouted loudly.

Bacam tore open the stone skin spoiler that he was given to him. His warlock teammates opened the earth element incarnation. The remaining teammates were like Bacam. Sylem also took out a helmet from his bag: "Look, what I found in the corner before should be left by the grassland elves."

"Yes, you put it on, and when the melee is a melee, everyone thinks you are a halfling from the East Continent, and then they will hit your face before you can tell." The commander rolled his eyes at the halfling: "This way of death is perfect for your stupid new shape."

Shilem thought for a while and finally had to throw his helmet into the mud beside him.

"There are three hundred yards left! Young men! It's time to test your bloodline!" The commander's deputy reminded loudly.

"I don't think the bullet will hit me." Warlock Mark was the first to speak.

"Yes, but the guy on the other side who uses the grenade launcher may think that your target is bigger." Alin Yi smiled with a pointing finger.

At this moment, a dense sound of cannons sounded, and everyone in the team lowered their bodies and looked in the direction of cannons. A combat boat was flying towards the front next to them, and further apart, the sewn corpse had fallen into the mud.

When the battle boat flew over the next front, a shuttle-shaped big guy fell out of his lower abdomen. Bacham and his friends watched the big guy smashed on the face of the stitched corpse, and then a huge spark burst out in their sight.

By the time the unlucky guys next door chose to be themselves in the fire, Sylem was already covering her mouth and vomiting.
Chapter completed!