"Dawn, six o'clock, the shelling began." Marceau looked behind him, and as he talked to himself, everyone in the trench where he was looking back.

The loud bang of shells and the howling of shells during flight made everyone present, both players and the natives, raise their heads, and Marceau is no exception. Because of the friction with the air, it looks like a lit red meteor. The shells flew over their heads and fell to the defense line in the south that had just given up and were occupied by the New Edens.

Marceau clapped his hands, and Bounettane beside him picked up the whistle hanging around his neck and put it in his mouth and blew it hard.

Then a continuous whistle sounded in the trenches, even overshadowing the whistling of the second round of artillery shells.

"Your Excellency, do you need the military band of our battle group to help you? But they are all top students from the Federal Central Conservatory of Music." A team leader asked.

"You guys do whatever you want." Marceau smiled, then raised his left hand, and the earth elementalized cat was the first to step out of the trench, turned around and pulled Boonetani out of the trench, and waved his little hand: "Forward!"

The military band also started playing music, rocking, and then a black-skinned girl spoke: "When the truth is found,to be lies and all the joy, within you dies."

Can you guys be more serious? Don’t start with the rock music from the Middle Ages.

However, the players like military bands very much, and many people even sang along.

Well, it was obviously the most serious battle, but now it has become a cheerful scene. The players are still a kind of monster creature. Are they not even prepared for the disaster?

With this idea, Marceau saw a huge round stone flying over from the south. It passed by the shells in the air and finally landed in front of the military band and the singing girl. Then the stone rolled over and crushed her and them.

The so-called neat family is probably the reason.

Seeing this scene happening in front of you, the cat rolled his eyes.

It's really amazing.

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He poked his little half of his body out of the turret and looked at his compatriot who had just photographed the turret: "Is there anything wrong?"

And the girl pointed to a small building at eight o'clock: "There are enemies in that small building!"

"Penny, my dear, at eight o'clock, there is a shotgun in that small building." Covering the arcane headphones on his ears, he gave a long order, so the turret of the chariot began to turn, pointing to the small building with no ceiling in the direction of eight o'clock. As soon as the shells passed, he saw the human body parts flying everywhere. This turret seemed to throw a fire into a honeycomb, and he saw the new Eden emerging from the horizon like a carrot into a spirit.

The elves of the grassland immediately screamed and found a bunker. They copied the grenade launcher beside them for a long time, and came a few shots at the New Eden self-destructing goblin opposite, and then drilled into the turret under the New Eden bullets.

"Marceau has launched a counterattack on the central defense line, and it's our turn."

"Then we must kill the enemies in front of us first! At nine o'clock! Our people threw firepower support smoke bombs, and I saw that damn firepower point! Grenade!"

The chariot fired, and the grenade turned the enemy in that fire point into a part, pulled the bolt and let the shell slide down. Panny heard the long-standing order looking at the periscope, "Five o'clock! Sew the corpse! Snow-infiltrated shotgun!"

Annie picked out a turret from the ammunition rack, mounted the fuse, then stuffed it into the barrel, closed the bolt, Annie patted Panny on the back, and Panny, who was confirming the target, immediately put his hand on the firing rod: "I see it!" After that, Panny pulled the firing rod, and the next second, the shotgun directly turned the sewn corpse and its body into a pile of spontaneous ignition garbage.

As for the new Eden infantry around it who were swept down by the sled... it can only be said that they think they are unlucky.

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He stretched out his hand and picked up the grassland elves who had fallen into the puddle. Marceau looked at the second floor ruins in the distance, and the circular fortifications that rely on it, and issued coordinate attack instructions to the artillery convoy through arcane headphones. After a while, several shells fell on their heads. While completely smoothing the second floor ruins, Marceau had already rushed out of the bunker first, and the bayonet was slammed into the bayonet, and then stabbed it over the new Eden in front of him.

When he stepped on his chest with his left foot and brought the bayonet out, the earth-like feet had already stomped the whole chest of the new Eden.

More and more Eastern Continental players jump into the scattered New Eden defense line.

"Scirougu! ignite those corpse transport trucks!" Marceau gave the order.

Immediately, an elf took out a qualified arson tool from the blazing plastic bag on his waist, and quickly ignited the entire car, and then the rest was done as usual - under the current circumstances, burning the corpse would not give New Eden the opportunity to use waste.

"Extend from the trenches on both sides! Find their traffic trenches! If they find their ammunition storage points, destroy them!" Marceau issued an order, so the players passing through this line of defense began to spread to both sides. The two sides hugged each other and threw fish-fried tools. When Marceau waited until the other party had a firefight, most of them were in the space of loading, and with their fellow players who were incarnated as earth elements, they rushed through the open space in the center of the two trenches.

There was some loss, but when the New Edens began to be in chaos, more Eastern Continental players threw out smoke bombs and rushed into the second line of defense covered with the smoke.

Throwing the new Eden dwarf outside the trenches to enjoy the bayonets of the prairie elves, Marceau turned around and looked at holding the flag. He looked a little tired, but still very dedicated. "Don't you tell me not to keep up."

"I am your flag-holder." Bounettani replied seriously.

Marceau could only shake his head, then looked at the girl in front of him and smiled: "Okay, then you should be careful. If you are injured, I will deprive you of your duty to hold the flag."

"I know." The little girl nodded vigorously.

Turning around and watching the New Eden's counterattack, the cat issued an order to bombard again - this time, the shelling convoy accurately hit the shells on the clearings of the second and third lines of defense, and the first shot fell directly into the New Eden's queue.
Chapter completed!