"What are you arguing?" The commander of the 'Harlan of the Bourg's group, George of the Wood family, noticed his own people standing under the street lights. He walked over and wanted to know what the subordinates of different squadrons were arguing.

The young men spoke immediately, and they spoke out their conversation without reservation, and their words forced little George to look up at the street light above their heads: "You think the lampshade on the top of this thing will move?"

"Yes, I saw it move." One of the young men said in a decisive tone.

"I think he was wrong, how could the street lampshade move?" Another young man pointed to the street lampshade: "I know this world is a magical medieval age, but this does not mean that the street lamp can become a spirit."

Little George stared at the street lampshade in front of him and was silent for a while. Finally, he shrugged: "I think it shouldn't be so..." After saying that, he looked at the peer who said it had moved, "If you still think so, then pay more attention. There are not more you on the battlefield, and there are not less you."

As he said this, little George noticed that all of these peers suddenly had their eyes slanted. Following their gaze, little George raised his head and saw the street lampshade turning.

"I said, this thing is moving." The young man who cut the nail and cut the iron muttered.

"Okay, this thing has become a sting." The young man who sang against him reached out and scratched his head.

"What kind of spirit?! Come find someone for me! There is a secret room underground! Dig it for me!" Little George was almost angry to death by his subordinates.

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"What? You said they wanted to dig the streets in the north?" The half-baby with a bandage wrapped around her head covered the earphones hanging on her ears, and was a little surprised at the news given by the combat boat commander: "Just above the secret room? Is there any incendiary bombs for them!"

I didn't dare to use bombs, but I was afraid that I wouldn't kill a few of the new Edens on the ground, but instead collapsed the secret room.

But the combat boat commander's answer made this half-baby stunned that all the incendiary bombs and bombs had been lost, and even the machine cannons were not much left. New Eden had just put in several squads of Banshee, and the combat boats who had finished shooting the shells would have run away long ago. If there hadn't been a team of combat mages entering the field, the New Eden would have already said that it would have been the New Eden above their heads.

He raised his head and glanced at the target, and the old man finally sat up: "Those new Edens have discovered our guests!" He looked at his companions in the trench, "Tell me! What are we going to do!"

"Roar over!" A small team commander immediately put the whistle in his mouth.

"Roar over!" He took the last earth element incarnation scroll for himself, and half-boy who took the battle flag from the flag-holder took the battle flag and walked out of the trench: "If I die, the commander's power will be delegated step by step!"

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The deputy of the 'Haran of the Bourg's team was trembling.

The front positions were filled with violent half-brothers. Just two minutes ago, they suddenly started charging. The first trench was broken through in an instant. The regiment deputy immediately asked the commander of the Seventh Regiment to take reinforcements to the second trench, but it was useless. These half-brothers rushed into the second line of defense with bullet craters and trenches, accompanied by smoke bombs and elemental suicide squads. The commander of the Seventh Regiment was killed in the subsequent melee, and the regiment deputy and commanders of each team quickly lost to the front line.

These half-best boys used their strength to suppress seniors who were older than them, perhaps more than one round. The deputy of the regiment watched with his own eyes the earth element holding the flag finally exiled, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another half-best boy grabbed the battle flag and continued to move forward.

The boy was shot and fell down soon, but another earth element took over the battle flag and roared and rushed towards the defense line where he was.

People around him were shot and fell down, and the trenches were covered with blood and wailing. The regiment deputy looked at the enemy getting closer and closer, and finally his courage overcame everything. He trembled and pulled the bayonet from the bayonet at his waist and put it on the muzzle.

"Haran of Bourg! Go forward!" Climbing out of the trench, the regiment deputy roared: "No one will be a coward!"

Behind him, the soldiers who could still move followed.

Both sides approached quickly, and someone was shot down every second, and the deputy of the regiment was also shot twice. However, as a living dead man, these two shots failed to make him fall down. He tried his best to stab a half-boy with his injuries. The next second, an axe slashed on his head and blocked the axe with a buttstock. Before the regiment could react, two bayonets pierced from his waist. This time, the regiment could only wail before the piercing wound of the silver bayonet.

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"I seemed to hear something." The one-armed woman raised her head and looked at the ceiling. From the beginning, she felt that there seemed to be a sound coming from the soil layer on her head.

"Miss Xinda, what's wrong with you?" The wife of the couple blinked: "Is there any sound?" He turned his head and walked to the door of the room: "Dear... dear, what are our children doing."

"He is playing in a periscope." The gentleman's voice came over.

The one-armed woman was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked to the periscope in the room here, just opened it and took a look, which made the person gasp: "Damn it! They are digging the soil layer on top of us!"

With her scream, a pickaxe penetrated the soil layer above their heads.

"Dig through!" A joyful lingering phrase came from above.

The lady quickly took a revolver from the shelf beside her and threw it to the one-armed woman. She took the shotgun herself: "Dear, let's talk about the child's affairs when we leave, and now pick them up."

The one-armed woman fired a shot at the eyeballs that appeared in the hole, and then quickly walked towards the still burning pot and stove: "Madam! Sir! Take the children to the third route!" Then he used a small cutter at the bottom of the handle of the revolver and cut all the flour bags on the table, then overturned the bag of flour to the ground, and walked to the wife before the dust filled the entire kitchen. The two of them closed the thick explosion-proof door together.

Walking through the room, the gentleman had already picked up their child with one hand. The one-armed woman opened the explosion-proof door leading to the third area, then used a wrench to remove the round handle of the explosion-proof door here, took it through the door, and then closed the explosion-proof door with her wife.

The next second, a dull sound was passed through the aisle. The one-armed woman followed the team for several steps, then squatted down and arranged a line of caola that had been prepared in the corner of the wall.
Chapter completed!