Gunshots were everywhere.

This was Marceau's first feeling on the battlefield. The bullets rushed in the air. The half-birth of the Sarlock villagers relied on smoke bombs and broken wall explosion boards to advance continuously. Although Marceau had promised the bearded leader before, casualties were inevitable. Marceau even saw that the half-birth of the boy hesitated for a moment because the new Eden who pushed the door open in front of him was a woman, and was knocked to the ground by the one-handed musket in the woman's hand.

Marceau, who was originally shooting another target, had to put the new Eden who turned around and escaped around the sight hole, and a 9mm normal bullet drilled into her back, and the impact of the bullet knocked her to the ground.

The half-birth boy was not dead, but he sat up on the empty street, as if telling all the new Edens that there were targets. The half-birth boy was hit by more than a dozen bullets and fell to the ground again.

Marceau took out the smoke bomb in silence. After the block was covered, he led a team of half-sized boys through the streets. The subsequent boys rushed into the house occupied by the New Edens. Marceau pulled the trigger at the oncoming New Edens. The semi-automatic new musket quickly emptied the remaining bullets in the twenty rounds of the magazine, letting it hang on himself under the action of gravity and the belt, and pulling out the shotgun used by the grassland elves from behind. Of course, in the hands of the kitten man, it was a short-barrel shotgun.

In the first shot, the new Eden holding a bayonet screaming was overturned to the ground by slaughter.

Pulling the pump, he used his elementalized head to catch a bullet that flew from somewhere. The cat, who had not even stone chips, pulled the trigger at the new Eden who was pulling the bolt. In the loading mode of the deer bullet-sing-arrow-shaped bullet, the 12-caliber single-headed lead bullet flew into the target's chest with the accumulated malicious intention from the musket being created, and a big hole was made on the right chest that the heart guard could not take into account.

He pulled the pump and walked two steps horizontally, using his body as a cover for the half-best boy who was shot. At the same time, he pulled the trigger on the murderer. Under the action of the closing mouth, the small steel arrows with armor-breaking special effects in the arrow-shaped projectile penetrated the breastplate of the murderer's chest. The chest protective cover of about half-fingered fingers was as thin as paper in front of these little things. The powerful kinetic energy and penetration damage made the new Eden halfling fly backwards.

Pulling the pump was like a cycle of reincarnation. Marceau grabbed the pierced bayonet with his left hand and kicked it off. His raised leg kicked the big man's calves. The calves without steel thighs made a damn shattering sound. The big man wailed to the ground, and the shotgun barrel in the cat's hand had already penetrated into his mouth. Looking at this ugly face, Marceau pulled the trigger without any mercy.

Pulling the pump, this time the one-headed bullet flew over a distance and entered the big man on the balcony on the second floor of the street. He was throwing an axe and leaning back and falling off the balcony. Because of the incorrect posture, he hit the ground with his head.

Pulling the pump, the last arrow-shaped bullet carried a cat's affection and kindness towards the new Eden, and after penetrating the target's breastplate, it tore its body apart.

He threw the shotgun out and smashed the half-length man who was fighting with the half-length man. The slim waist was immediately stabbed by the half-length man with a bayonet. Marceau had no time to care about the love, hate and affection between a fat half-length man and a half-length man. Instead, he quickly pulled out the twenty semi-automatic pistols made from the waist before based on seizure. This was the 11mm caliber urban warfare type used by the kitten man. The warhead was filed and crossed, ensuring that a hole was entered and a black hole came out.

Named the new Edens who could still stand on the scene one by one. Marceau reached out to crush the half-length man who was still fisting with a half-old boy, threw it away, and then reached out to pull the boy with a bruised nose and swollen face up: "Is that okay?"

"I can beat ten more." The boy was embarrassed and was impressed, and spitted a mouthful of blood and said with a grin.

Seeing the two front teeth missing from his mouth, Marceau was speechless and could only pat his shoulder, then turned around and started to change the bullets while giving orders: "Go forward! Young men! Tell me! Why are we fighting!"

"Victory!" said half of the eldest son.

"Autonomy!" The old man with a short front teeth was speechless.

"It's justice!" Half of the older girls gave this attribution as the flag-holding official.

If possible, Marceau really wanted to raise his eyebrows. This battle group called "Sarok Villagers" is really good. Their young son group is really good. After such a hand-to-hand combat, no one was kicked off the line by the system. Compared with them, many young son groups in the battle group look more like a nursery.

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"I'll tell you how the guys on the other side are so capable of fighting. Damn, these Sarok villagers were descendants of the July 25th 'Covenant' battle group."

"Damn, it's true."

"Absolutely, I found all the photos of their young son group. They are students of the Federal Military Academy of Moon 2. This is an academy that has been militarized since elementary school."

Listening to the chatting of her companions behind her, Aina Hark Constantz frowned, and she turned around: "Don't disturb our interpreter."

The interpreter in her mouth was confirming the numbers of the dark text in her hand. After a while in silence, he raised his head: "The second half of the dark text was burned, and I can only confirm that the address on the letter was the City Lord's Mansion."

"My God, that's the area that has just been bombed." Aina's assistant glanced at the north outside the window: "And listen to the sound, the East Continental men seem to have started a counterattack."

"It can't be a counterattack!" Aina shouted loudly: "Our reconnaissance banshee has confirmed that the East Continental man on the opposite side has no reinforcements except a reinforcing squadron. He will launch a counterattack on us at this time... Our guests are still there! Hurry up! Jock! You take Habrin and Jason to inform Bourg's Harlan regiment! I need them to push the East Continental people to the north of the square!"

"Aina, do you think our guests are still there?"

"It's definitely still there! The number of the first sequence of the opponent has been confirmed! I don't know which regiment is the current counterattack, but it can't be another reinforcement!" Aina stood in front of the map and pointed at the square: "And the ability to make them put their reserves into the counterattack is definitely the order brought by those guys who descended! Their intelligence officers are in our occupied area! When they stop the offensive, it means that our guests have been controlled by them!"

"Then what should we do?!" Her assistant was very dedicated as a supporting actor.
Chapter completed!