"It's over." Standing on the side of the ship, looking at the enemy ship in front of him, there was no trace of enemies on the deck. The kittens were finishing the attack on the angry new Eden, while the 1.2 meters and 2 were looking for the wounded everywhere.

"It's over." In the second chapter, the same words emerged from Marceau's mouth.

The bow he held was finally put down, and Marceau sat on the side of the boat, turned his head and looked at the Dawn under him. The deck was covered with dead people, including the New Edens and their own people.

At the last moment, the Dawn was jumped by two new Eden warships, and the battle was fought from the Dawn to the opposite side. Marceau first cut over all the moving bastards on the left New Eden warship, and then returned to the ship, helping the 1.2 meters to drive the New Eden on the right back to their ship, and then killed them one by one.

After the musket bullet was fired, Marceau used the engineering pulley bow, and the last arrow fell to the sea with its target.

"We're winning!" A kitten jumped back to Dawn and shouted loudly beside Marceau.

"Yes, we won." Marceau nodded.

For some reason, his heart was full of fatigue. Perhaps it was because he saw too many companions dying in front of him. In the battle of the traversing battle, the one-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-two-meter-

The kittens also suffered heavy casualties. More than 70% of the kittens could no longer stand up in order to grab time to help the 1.2 meters to get the right side. In the battle on the left, the kittens strangled the new Edens at almost no cost.

"Hang him!" a sailor shouted, Marso turned his head and saw a few kittens dragging a new sailor Eden and drilling out from under the deck.

It was a half-old boy who was struggling, but he was quickly beaten by the kittens.

Marceau didn't move, watching the boy being hung onto the mast.

What can he say, activate his Virgin Heart and save this little bastard?

Please, this is a battlefield, not the past in the TV series. What happens now should be solved in the present moment. Killing does not solve the problem, but it can usually solve the people who create the problem. This is why humans have been so keen on killing since history.

This is indeed wrong, this is indeed not good, but as a commander, Marceau really has no way to rescue an enemy when his subordinates lose more than 80% of their losses. If he is unscathed, he can be a good person and let the little boy get on a lifeboat and fend for himself.

But in this case of high loss rate, there is a way out for the enemy... This will only make Marceau's subordinates feel that there is a pit in their commander's head, and it is so big that it looks like the sky.

So, Marceau really hates war because there are too many people who can't help themselves, and there are too many evil things that can only be watched as if they know it is wrong... Although war never gives up getting involved with one person because he hates it.

So, go to the fucking war.

"Your leg is injured, commander." A 1.2-meter-two-meter-old medical officer came over. His body was covered with blood, but judging from his complexion, the blood should be from someone else.

"It's okay, there are people who need you more." Marceau nodded, then looked at the wound on his leg that had been used up and the potion had entered the high tolerance stage. In the final battle, Marceau was stabbed by a new Eden who fell to the ground with an injured leg. Although it did not hurt the artery, it stabbed very deeply and bones could be seen from the tilted wound.

Although he used a dagger to hit the guy's temple when he fell to the ground, in the subsequent battle, Marceau could only limp and support everyone with muskets and bows.

He was hit by two more arrows for this.

"You only need me." The medical officer shook his head.

Marceau's pale face turned pale: "Thank you for your hard work."

The medical officer did not nod or shook his head, but just silently treated the wound on Marceau's leg. Then she approached Marceau: "There is no anesthetic, please be patient."

"I know." Cut off the tail of the arrow in his abdomen, Marceau gritted his teeth and asked the girl to pull out the arrow body from behind him.

"You are the hardest kitten I have ever seen, commander." The medical officer treated Marceau's wound and then looked at Marceau and said.

"Weakness is not the moral that our kittens should have." Marceau spoke for his blood for the first time.

Usually, he feels more like an Earthling born on Mars, living on the moon, and having an Earthling mother.

But today, he is even a Tifflin kitten man, facing death with his companions.

"Yes, although the final battle suffered a lot, Commander, we won, and the New Eden's fleet was defeated." The medical officer said this and leaned on the guardrail of the ship. She lowered her head and sobbed.

Marceau was thinking, maybe she saw too many similar people die in battle, maybe a lover died in her arms, or... it was pstd after the war.

Post-traumatic stress syndrome.

Not everyone can ignore the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Marceau was also a little cat who could vomit when he saw the corpse. Speaking of which, he also thanked the New Edens, who were the war madmen and death dealers who turned one child after another into the most fearless warriors.

"Don't burn the boats! We'll pull them back to the port!" Seeing a kitten gathering gunpowder, Marceau gave an order.

This is not to show military achievements, but because the damage management team reported that there was a hole in the waterline of the Dawn, Marceau was not confident of driving such a broken boat home, so traction of these two loot is a good choice to collect their repair tools and purify them and use them on their ship. If it really doesn't work, you can even remove some decks from their ship to supplement them.

Complete repairs are definitely necessary to return to the port, and the mission of Marceau and the loss management team is to allow this broken ship to sail safely on the sea before returning to the port.

If it is played in deep-sea snorkelling, it will be no fun.

Even if Marceau can swim, other kittens may not be able to do it. There are so many wounded and dead on the boat, Marceau must bring them back safely.

"Injured?" At this time, Yan was operating her big green pepper air combat kit and stopped beside Marceau.

Turning his head and looking at the cat girl outside the boat, Marceau smiled: "The blue strip is empty, and in the end there is no way, my body resisted it twice."

"It's good if I haven't died, otherwise my little sisters wouldn't have been killed offline." Yan smiled, but he still stretched out his hand to stroke Marceau's abdomen. Because of the wound, Marceau's leather armor and shirt had been cut open. Now he is wrapped in bandages on his chest: "It's the wound that girls treat you, right?"

"How do you know?"

"A girl who is only one meter two will wrap her chest without wounds." Yan said seriously, making Marceau's scalp numb: "I'm right."

Isn't that? For some reason, Marceau just wanted to cry, especially when Youjiu and Penny's battle boat was parked in front of him.
Chapter completed!