"Come on that piece of rotten meat!" The commander of New Eden watched the large suture corpse on his side and began to move forward, and immediately blew the whistle. .

An hour has passed since the battlefield composed of warm and humid air blowing from the sea to the east and cold air going south turned the entire Roland Wador into a large mud pond. The majestic rain turned the entire battlefield into a water paradise, but there were no beauty in bikini, no balls filled with air, no laughter and splashes, and only deaths to the death.

There were gunfire everywhere. If possible, the young man walking in the rain didn't want to breathe the smell of burnt smell everywhere, and the smell of death and rottenness everywhere. On the seventh day of the battle of Roland Vader, the most undeficient in the entire battlefield was of course the corpses. The rotten and rotting corpses turned the entire city into a foul morgue.

And the East Continent and New Eden are turning each other into the latest customers in this morgue as fast as possible.

Compared with this smell, the odor spread on the large stitched corpse can be described as "insignificant". The New Eden has lost all its chariots and can now rely on this kind of petty thing to consume the enemy's firepower when it has almost stopped.

The cannon on the clock tower in the distance sounded again, and a shell flew over the crowd and landed on the bridge, illuminating the dark world along the lightning. Young people could see a large number of human bodies taking off.

Skippers, the most terrifying product of the most violent war machines of the East Continent, only one shot is enough to clear the area of ​​a small football field. Although the undead are not afraid of flying skip, the undead will immediately become a blow from the Eastern Continent clergy and the silver-seeking firepower. Like the incendiary bombs thrown on the heads of the living people of New Eden, the silver-seeking blessing incendiary bombs sound like a high-cost item, but only one is enough to turn thousands of undeads into dead bones that no longer move.

Not to mention those holy water buckets that were cast, any holy water buckets fell on the head of the stitched corpse, which would be a fatal blow to it.

The only good news is that because the weather is too bad, combat boats in the East Continent rarely appear. Low-altitude attacks allow New Eden's air defense forces to attack them more easily. After losing at least thirty combat boats, combat boats in the East Continent withdrew from the battle.

The bad news is that their combat mage appeared on the battlefield like a madman, and the grassland elves using bombing kits directly hit the enemy's heads.

Just like on his left, dozens of grassland elves battle mages entered the battle from the side and dropped more than ten incendiary bombs. Except for four that were stumbled due to the excessively harsh weather and the threat of air defense in the rear, the rest were all smashed into the offensive queue of the new Edens, and one shot hit the queue on the left of the young man. The third squadron leader who was chatting with him just now has become a running and wailing fireman, and even the rain cannot extinguish the flame.

In the end, the fire man fell to the filth composed of mud, water, blood and flesh.

Someone was vomiting behind him, and the young man wanted to vomit, but the training in the military academy finally allowed him to control his digestive system. He accelerated his pace. There seemed to be flames in the distance of the rain curtain. "Old Bai, the prince just gave the death order and must regain the bridgehead! The commander of the group asked us to rush up, and if we couldn't take it, we would die there!"

The Arcane Radio Station soldier running over him looked furious: "I don't know how many people are left there, why does it sound like we are still missing."

"It's too big to die, it's a hell! Thousands of people died in front of each other but couldn't take it!" The young man was just saying this, and saw a particularly large flower of fire blooming in the distance of the rain curtain.

The next second, the abdomen of the suture corpse in front of him turned into a "blooming" open wound. It howled, and flames burned in its abdomen wound, and quickly ignited the entire suture corpse.

"Damn! Why do their tanks still have shells??"

With such a curse, the young man took the microphone from the radio station of the radio station: "I witnessed the chariots in the East Continent open fire! Damn it! Who said he killed it!?"

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"Dear! Do you still have shells?! Just give me one!" Panny asked as he watched the target in the scope fall down.

"No more, it was the last grenade just now." Anne's voice came from behind.

"Oh my god, I should give this shell to the infantry who was sewn behind the corpse." The sharp-eared grassland elf girl lamented and patted the helmet on her head: "Where is the supply car?!"

"Go to the back to find ammunition." Yang turned his head and looked at Panny: "We still have twenty-four grenades on the roof of the car."

"I'll go." After Yujiu said that, he opened the hatch on his head: "My God, the rain is really heavy."

"It has flowed into the car body. Ashby's rainy season is really deadly." After Panny said that, he also lifted the hatch on the top of her head. She patted the small bell on the side of the turret and greeted the grassland elves around the chariot: "Girls, help us look at the sides, drive a little further forward, Jiuye, move."

"I'm moving, but the tracks of the car are a little slipping. My God... This is much harder than the torah on the Mars farm."

The chariot began to move, moving in the ruins and mud, until Youyu saw the target: "I saw that guy! Stop!"

The chariot stopped, then slid for a while, pulled the grenade launcher with a sliding base, pulled the machine bracket, and confirmed that this thing could still work: "First launch!"

Everything was working properly by the launcher. The grenades that were fired swirled into the crowd. Nothing happened except for the screams of the unlucky guys who seemed to be hit.

“What’s the situation?”

"Adjust the fuse work! Let them explode!" Jiuye's voice sounded from the train channel: "The first shot should have been that it hit the mud, and the fuse failed to work, and then it probably hit someone's knee or ankle."

"That unlucky guy." Youjiu opened the launcher's launch cover, took off the box of grenades, and exchanged it with the grenade box that had been adjusted in Panny's hand.

The air-exploded grenade works well. Although the silver powder in the grenade cannot fly due to heavy rain and causes secondary damage to the undead targets of New Eden, the silver-seeking fragments work normally. Each grenade can cause dozens of damage. The only pity is that there is only one box of twelve rounds, and the other is not an air-explosion fuse at all. There is no chance to adjust on the battlefield, and it is used to directly aim at human targets... It is really a waste.

The 40mm grenade hits people directly. Not to mention how sick this idea is, the consumption of this cannon alone to hit mosquitoes is not something that normal people should think of.

So it's better to use it to sew the corpse. Youjiu and Panni quickly loaded the grenade onto the launcher, and finished the last twelve rounds against the corpse that were getting closer and closer, and then the chariot began to reverse.

"The supply truck is back, and they have also returned twenty shrapnel and five armor-piercing bullets. This is the last ammunition at the supply station."

"Have our transport boat squadron returned yet!" Youjiu and Panny got into the chariot and quickly closed the hatch door.

"Because of the weather, the combat boats dare not fly in the thunderstorm, and there are already tracked cars coming to pick them up."

"This is damn weather!" Panny pulled a towel from the shelf beside him and wiped his face with it: "The towel is stinky."

"It's normal. You've been using it for six days, and I'm stinking now." Yang said and pursed his lips: "Who said that he wanted to give this chariot a constant temperature magic array, what about the magic array?"

"The magic circle master was broken. I originally wanted him to repair it, but wasn't this Roland Wador urgent?" Youjiu wiped his face with his hand, then applied his hand to her towel: "Damn, I've never been as dirty as I am now."

"I will never hug Marceau next time I come up." Jiuye smelled his collar, and then frowned into the character Sichuan.

"By the way, Annie, where are you." Penny turned his head and looked at Annie.
Chapter completed!