"I thought it would not rain anymore, and this land would be better for us." Miyazawa sighed with a sad look on his face in the rotten mud.

The battle group he was in had just begun to attack the Gulit city leading to the last line of defense of Ashbey. He originally thought that the city built on the hill would be at least cleaner, but it could not stop the large mud land made of fossils for mud in the Eastern Continent, with many corpses on it. It was obvious that these were the losers of the first attack.

There were bullets roaring around the corner. Their regiment commander had called at least three waves of smoke bombs, but he could not hold back the Eastern Continent to prepare a large number of wind-making reels. So no matter whether there was any smoke that had been added or not, he could not take the northward monsoon to the opponent's defense line. Instead, the wave of smoke with chili powder was directly pasted on their regiment's face.

Fortunately, Miyazawa caught a cold recently, but even so, the eyes were full of tears.

It's so painful.

He tried hard to climb forward, and the young man stopped from time to time to fire. Anyway, his eyes were swollen and he couldn't see what was on the opposite side.

Until someone helped him up, Miyazawa discovered that everyone was running forward. He turned his head and looked at the person beside him: "What's wrong?"

"Don't beat him, you've beaten three of your own people. Fortunately, the front row is full of pork ribs, otherwise you will be in trouble." The man glanced at Miyazawa's two swollen eyes, which looked like steamed buns: "Damn, are you allergic reactions?"

"How can I know? I can't even see who you are." Miyazawa narrowed his eyes, but he couldn't stop his tears.

So the man helped him to the first trench for the attack and handed him over to the healing team coming up from behind.

After washing his eyes fifteen minutes later, Miyazawa, who had finally recovered his vision, found that the person who helped her had left long ago. When asked the pastor who was treating her, she shook her head: "I don't know him, but she looks like a very thin young man."

"Thank you." Miyazawa nodded.

The young man walked forward and wanted to find his company, but soon, he found that he had been separated, and the gunshots in front seemed to have no intention of stopping. Then Miyazawa heard a bad sound, which was the whistling of shells. After a look around, the young man could only pinch his nose and jump into the open sewer.

Is it possible to be buried alive or torn apart by shells on the spot? Does this simple choice of two still need to be thought about?

Well... After all, it's so stinking.

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"What's wrong with Miyaze?" Luo Bing turned his head and glanced at his company commander, and Zhou Zhiqian, as the company commander, shook his head: "He is allergic to chili powder."

"What a poor guy, by the way, this is a new command, we are going to the street next door." Luo Bing opened the map: "But I'm a little curious about how easy we can enter this city. The defense is too low."

Zhou Zhiqian agreed with this: "You are right, it's really too weak. I can't figure out what they are thinking. If you lose Gulit, there are people in the city, and we can see the sea east from the walls of the east city."

"Maybe I think I can rely on the convenience of Ashbet by relying on the sea to keep Ashbet by shipping supplies?"

"I think this is a good choice, but if I were the commander, I would definitely not choose to give up this city. I will let the New Eden continue to bleed and consume their manpower." Speaking of this, Zhou Zhiqian smiled and sighed: "It's really ridiculous that I, the company commander of the New Eden, are actually helping the people of the East Continent.

Luo Bing and several subordinates all laughed.

Zhou Zhigan also smiled and shook his head: "Okay, cheer up. Let's go. I hope there are not many East Continental men on the streets over there who want to welcome us."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Zhigan heard the whistling of shells, which was very far away, and then gradually approached. Finally, Zhou Zhigan changed his face: "Look for cover!" It was not until this time that he noticed the houses that had been blown up by the street. They were not bombed by his combat boat, but were bombed when the East Continental people were school artillery before.

"Find cover!" The streets were full of people. Zhou Zhigan just had time to drag Luo Bing away and knocked open the wooden door in the basement next to the street. When standing in the street, he would definitely be torn apart by shock waves and fragments, and might be buried in the basement to choose one, there was no need to make a choice.

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Marceau was very satisfied with this round of shelling. He asked him to give up outside Gulit City. The arrival of the shelling convoy made him think of an excellent way, which was to establish a unified coordinate in half of the city, and then put the new Edens into the city, believing that the enemy fled at the news would definitely send a large number of troops to pursue the victory. In this way, the use of the druids in the middle and low altitude as calibrators for calibration, and the shelling could produce very exaggerated results.

This is true. The New Edens never thought that this would be a trap. They crashed into the south of the city, and then several regiments were carelessly crowded on the avenue of the South City Gate and the nearby streets. Then, just three wheels of sixty cannon trucks shove quickly, turning the enemies on the entire street into parts.

It is estimated that at least two full-group troops were reimbursed by the New Edens, and the wounded were at least twice as many as the dead.

"The artillery convoy has begun to transfer, Lord Marceau." As her messenger, the cat girl who was her adjutant in the battle with human traffickers said excitedly. She had seen the druid's battlefield broadcast, and this strategy has achieved great results.

"Can you stop calling me lord?" To be honest, Marceau really felt a little grateful to this lord.

But I couldn't resist the girl's insistence: "If you don't call me an adult, I will call you Your Highness."

"...You should call me lord." Marceau felt that he could not let the cat girl call him Your Highness. Whatever he said, he didn't want to be Your Highness: "By the way, can you pour me a cup of black tea, Felletligia."

"I'm not Felletligia!" The cat girl's eyes widened.

"You really don't have any entertainment spirit." Marceau smiled and shook his head. It was impossible for this cat girl to know about Felletliga's black tea stalk.

"Because I really don't call it Felletligia." Although the cat girl was dissatisfied, she still brought black tea to Marceau very carefully.

Under the order of Marceau, the friendly troops who had retreated had already entered the south of the city at this time and fought street battles with the New Edens. The enemy was not yet firmly established, and they drove them out of the city. They used the ruins as bunkers to continue to consume New Eden's attack troops. This is a very normal method. How much can they consume here? At least the New Edens cannot be allowed to face Ashbey's street battles with the victor mentality that has been along the way.
Chapter completed!