Sarlock town, afternoon, at 16:17.

"Breaking up the north wall of that house! Let the musketeers go up!" As an indigenous person in the Sarok town, the bearded leader of the "Sarok Villagers" battle group pointed to the small building not far away and ordered the commander of the Grassland Elf Engineer Squad that had just been supported.

"But our order is to open a landing area for the commander team that will arrive later!" The grassland elves wearing light gray helmets shook their heads: "Do you have a flatter place here?"

"You also saw that there are bombing craters everywhere here. I think we can make a deal. We can help you fill the craters and make a temporary airborne field. You can help me establish a solid support point. We must guard this place. If we lose this place, the entire square area will be lost, and the unlucky family in the basement will be really over."

"Okay, but my advice is to give up on them if I can." The prairie elves commander glanced at the first aid carriage that had just passed through the street, which was covered with wounded and dead.

"Sorry, if I'm not wrong, your commander in charge of reception is responsible for rescuing the family from the basement." After saying that, the bearded man pointed at the houses again: "Let's hurry up."

"Okay, although we suddenly received the order." The grassland elf commander finally chose to cooperate with these big men.

The bearded man called some minor wounded men and asked them to level the craters with picks and shovels that were originally used to dig trenches.

"I heard someone is coming?" The deputy of the group with his left eye blinded came over.

"Yes, it is said that it is for the family in the basement. How could these guys leave such important people here?" When talking about this, the bearded man looked aggrieved. His battle group had lost more than half. If it weren't for the family, he would have run away, but now he is not only nailed here, but several nearby battle groups rushed towards this town like crazy.

"This is to ask why the Gray Eagle gave their list of intelligence officers to the middle-aged man." The regiment deputy said, wiping the corner of his mouth: "Our first regiment has lost 70% of it. The last two squadrons are fighting with the second regiment on the east side. The third regiment has completely lost in the impact of the new Eden just now. The fourth regiment and the fifth regiment are filling their holes. The sixth regiment as a reserve team... I really don't want to use them. This is our young son regiment."

"When it's time to be needed, it must be filled in. The middle-aged man has too many secrets. The list of secrets of the Grey Eagle among the nobles, the list of intelligence personnel who are active in Ashby, and the reports handed over to the Grey Eagle by Shaan's intelligence agency are all in his hands. Originally, this place was still at the rear... Who would have thought that the lord here would surrender to the new Edens."

"Brother, Ashbi seems to be unable to hold on." The deputy of the regiment said this, his elf's sharp ears trembled, and then looked at the sky in the north: "It seems that our guests are here."

A team of combat boats soon arrived over the flat crater of the original bomb. As the rope descended, the combination of kitten and grassland elves descended from the rope.

"I am the battlefield commander here. Welcome to Sarok. Sorry, let you see the bad side of this town." The bearded man stepped forward and said.

"Hello, Marceau, of Paroonst, our guests in the basement."

"It's still here, we have cleared the ruins, but the problem now is that the passage has completely collapsed. We don't have a specific direction and direction diagram of the passage, so..." Speaking of this, the bearded man was stunned for a moment: "Are you Marceau?"

"Yes, let's talk about it for a long time. The south entrance is there." After the kitten in front of him said that, he reached out and snapped his fingers. A seedling came out of his face and quickly grew into a chair. He put the map on the table: "We need to confirm the south entrance. If we have the chance, we will launch a raid to bring the guests in the basement out."

"The entrance is here, Grey Eagle has a safe house at 13 Plaza Avenue on the south side of the square. We have a partnership with Grey Eagle, so we know." The bearded man poked his finger on the map.

"Is the north side of the square still in our hands?" the highness asked.

"At this, we have lost our entire three regiments for this square." The bearded man nodded heavily. Although such sacrifice made him heartbroken, as the Grey Eagle's cooperative regiment, they really couldn't leave.

"The Grey Eagle and we will see your sacrifice. After half an hour, a wave of combat boats will arrive. I will row the bombing area for them. After the bombing, you will follow me with a regiment and we will find our guests."

"No problem, sir, I will take my sixth group with you in person." said the bearded man.

The deputy next to him wanted to speak but stopped, and the kitten noticed him: "Is there anything I want to say, sir?"

"His Excellency Marceau, the Sixth Regiment is our youngest son regi..." The deputy of the regiment coughed twice more when he said this. As he coughed, everyone present saw the blood color from the corners of his mouth.

"Is there no other group?" The highness frowned.

"No, the battle groups on the second stairs are on the front line, and our battle groups on the first stairs are resting..." The bearded man said this and noticed that several grassland elves girls had used magic to start to save his sect: "Your Excellency, please don't care. We villagers have been in contact with the Gray Eagle since the second opening period, and now they are cooperative battle groups... We don't mind making sacrifices for our friends, let alone this is just a game."

"...I will try my best to bring your young children back." The kitten changed his tone: "By the way, your priest, how are your equipment and what model of muskets are."

"Most of them are front-loaded muskets with fixed loadings. Because they have something to do with several grassland elves battle groups, they sold a batch of muskets to us at a cost price, and some of them handed over to our sharpshooters." The bearded man said this and noticed that the man and his companions were holding new muskets, definitely not the kind of front-loaded muskets.

"After this battle, if your team needs it, you can go north and report my name to my lover, and change your clothes in my name. As long as you are still willing to fight for this world, this is not a problem."

“Thank you so much.”

The bearded man who said this is sincerely thanking the kindness of his priest. Now no one knows that the engineering of the grassland elves is far superior to that of other races. While humans are still racking their brains for the performance of installing muskets in front, these 1.2 meters have already started mass production and installed rifles afterwards.

"Okay, thank me when I get the equipment. Now let's prepare for the battle." The kitten smiled, then turned his head to look at the south: "It seems that our troubles are coming."

The bearded man looked up and looked at the burning parcels that emerged from the clouds: "It's the express delivery of New Eden."
Chapter completed!