"Will you frighten them like this?" Marceau asked to the target instructor standing beside him as he looked at the bbq feast holding a monocular telescope.

"Don't worry, these earthly people are very strong. Half an hour ago, I commanded a team of combat boats to smash the incendiary bombs into their charge waves, destroying a whole group of people. But these guys still rushed up. If there weren't reinforcements, this line of defense would have been over." The sharp-eared grassland elf said with lingering fear.

Marceau tilted his head. As an earth cat, the cat felt that his forehead seemed to be bulletproof.

However, the fact is not wrong. The New Edens no longer cared about any casualties. After two squads were destroyed, the opponent's infantry began to shoot at each other. Large stones thrown by the catapults behind the New Eden Front also began to kill the defense lines of the East Continent. These stones made of various construction waste hit a three-story building, which directly turned it and one of the squads of the grassland elf musketeers into the numbers in the battle damage record.

Of course, things like catapults pay more attention to fate. When fate comes, the above situation will naturally occur. Most of the time, Marceau can only watch them pass by the air, and eventually doesn’t know where they fall... I hope it won’t hit the flowers and plants behind.

"The reinforcements of New Eden have appeared." Marceau used a monocular telescope to confirm the New Eden infantry that appeared in the visual range in the distance. These guys who appeared on the edge of the flare seemed to want to make a breakthrough in this line of defense.

The idea is pretty good, but unfortunately everyone in the East Continent also regards this as the starting point of counterattack, so there is only one question next, whose mind is more ironic.

"By the way, has the shelling convoy arrived?"

"After arriving, just wait for dawn."

With this answer, Martho turned his head and looked to the east. Ashby's summer is early.

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Mimian Saliri had not slept all night. His artillery convoy traveled thousands of miles from the northwest border of Ashubi, and came to Rolandwador with the assistance of the logistics support boats, of course, not just to fire a few shots.

This time, in order to support the front line, Mimian Salili's artillery convoy brought two large-base shells, one base of twenty-four rounds, which was definitely enough... Well, okay, it should be enough.

Although my brother swears that two base guns are enough to tie the intestines of the new Eden, Mimian Salili has heard that the bullets that Roland Wador fired in the past few days have made the military factories in the rear go crazy, and all factories are being made day and night, but there are still gaps. If it weren't for the Grassland Elf Assembly Factory in the Northland to fill this hole, I'm afraid that everyone who is desperate in Roland Wador can only use the fire stick in his hands to smash people.

However, it is said that the new Eden opposite is not good either. Their arms factory is not as large as the number of workers or factories. If it weren't for the players, they would have resumed work in several factories in the occupied areas of Sha'an. These guys would have lost bullets. Yesterday I heard that a soldier had only twenty bullets, and if he had exhausted all the bullets, he could only look for them from his own bodies. It can be said that he was on the verge of running out of ammunition and food.

After the war moved from cold weapons to hot weapons, it was no longer the martial arts of warriors who decided to fight, just like the damage caused to the knight class by crossbows, muskets were a fatal test for all warriors in the era of cold weapons. When facing combat boats and incendiary bombs, the dense array was even more like suicide.

"From this opening, the world will no longer determine the direction of war by mages and knights, but by industry, a country composed of mortals with a large industrial foundation, which will surely sweep the world." Mimian's old friends always like to say this.

But some friends also say that such a country still lacks a thing called "faith", not belief in the gods, but loyalty to oneself.

Yes, just as they believe in square and pointed ears, they will repay ten times more favorable and reward a hundred times more hatred.

Thinking of this, the young grassland elves noticed that a similar person climbed up the front of his car and took out a piece of paper from his bag in front of him: "It is the coordinates of the shelling. Before the attack is launched, please launch a ten round of shelling on him. In the next battle, the front-line commander will guide you to launch shelling. There will be a combat mage corps to protect the sky above your head. If the ground troops are in front of you, please rest assured."

"Learn who the commander is?" Mimian looked at the data on the paper and asked.

"Marceau Sue." The messenger said the name with a look of reverence: "The most annoying guy in the New Eden, our good cat."

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White Dann, the descendant of Dann.

The battle commander of Roland Wador is now kneeling in front of his sister's stretcher. Just now, his sister Jing Li died in the front line. As the third among the second batch of children and the second among the sisters, the eldest daughter of May's mother plays the role of the eldest sister among the sisters. Even the girl Qian listens to her in terms of major events at home.

Now, she has also died in this hell, and a nine-mm bullet drilled into her chest, cutting off all vitality.

Even if this is just a game, White was also afraid because he was afraid that one day, the children of Bai's family would go to the real battlefield. At that time, death would no longer be the embarrassment that could be eliminated by a sibling with a saying "offline meeting".

To be honest, White didn't know how many cities this counterattack could recover. There were too few reinforcements that could come in the past two days... There were more players and the second line of defense. Many people felt that Roland Wador could no longer defend. This flesh-and-blood mill had swallowed at least 400,000 lives in just four days. Both sides threw thousands of tons of ammunition here. The whole city had turned into ruins, and there was no complete building in the city.

As long as they can regain the bridgehead north of the bridge, for White, the counterattack has achieved its goal. If they defend for another two days, even if they have to choose to retreat, they have been guarding this lonely city for a whole week, buying up a week for the second line of defense.

At that time, he will personally lead the team to cut off the rear. The sons of Dane have sacrificed for the city, but they are far from comparable to those heroes who have devoted the entire battle group to it. In this case, White feels that he deserves to die in this city that is destined to die with the heroes who are willing to survive for others.

He is the son of Bai, the son of Dann, the child of the great war hero, and the good flag bearer in this world.

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"Albert Manan, why did you come to this hell?"

Albert Manan, sitting on a chair made of broken bricks, was pulled back from memory by a sound as beautiful as a bell.

He turned his head and glanced at his new companion sitting not far away, which was a prairie elf girl with square ears.

"This is my uncle's territory, I just want to come and do a favor." Manan's servants had lost all their losses. Now Albert Manan is alone, but he still joins the counterattack army without hesitation.

"Wow, a nobleman, to be honest, Mr. Albert, you don't look like a nobleman at all." The big man next to the prairie elf girl said with a smile.

Albert glanced at the puddle in front of him, reflecting a dirty self. He smiled: "I haven't taken a shower for four days. I've grown up so big, and I've never taken a shower for so long."

"But it looks like a man." said the grassland elf girl.

"...Yes, everyone says that when the sky falls, there must always be a tall man holding it up. I am a man from the Manan family. I will not be a deserter, nor will I be a coward." The young nobleman smiled and opened his mouth.

The little prairie elf who delivered water was pushing the water truck over. Albert's new friends took a small kettle from the car. Everyone opened the mouth of the pot and raised it to touch each other like during a cocktail party.

"For the warriors of the Manan family." A foreigner smiled.

"For you too." Albert smiled and nodded in greeting.

"I wish you peace to Commander Marceau!" A kitten cheered loudly.
Chapter completed!