"What does our deputy chief want to do?" The commander, one-meter-two, straited in the trenches, operating the small air defense crossbows eliminated from the ship and shooting the approaching New Eden scattered soldiers, while asking his ammunition supplier.

The latter watched their deputy holding the box of explosives into the trench in front, shook his head in confusion, and at the same time took off the empty bullet box above the crossbow and loaded the new bullet box: "He wants to kill that big guy's legs."

"How to make it step on that box is a problem." The commander murmured, and then watched as the crossbow began to charge again because it stopped shooting the new Eden's mouth, a small crossbow, a miracle of alchemy engineering. Although he could only pull the trigger when facing a combat boat (the crossbow arrow could not cause any damage to the combat boat equipped with armor below), this thing was quiet and reliable, without muzzle flames, no gunfire, black paint, and placed on the incline of the trench, and with a perfect shooting angle, it could achieve quiet and silent killing.

The angle of the crossbow arrow shooting into the human body may reveal its direction, but on such a night, they can't wake up the New Eden pair of eyes. Infrared vision can see people, but facing hundreds of red human figures in the trenches, it is almost impossible to find the location of the crossbow from it at a glance.

Besides, infrared vision has a certain distance, and it will be very blurred if it exceeds one hundred yards. This small bed crossbow on board relies on engineering automatic strings to hit the crossbow arrow at a speed of thirty arrows per minute. If pressurized, it can hit the crossbow at a speed of 100 shots per minute for one minute.

Of course, pressure is required to be increased and it is powered by magic stones.

But in war, there is no good thing that can win without spending money.

"That thing is getting closer..." The bullet-supplier looked at the huge Nether Spirit Mecha - well, the things placed by the long-eared Orien people in the War Museum. In the era when they had not yet divided several kingdoms due to the great division, this thing was used to deal with the large Zergs.

The construction is expensive, and the power transmission system is like a fragile porcelain. Of course, long ears now have more reliable things, but those long ears from the first opening era were built - it is said to be in line with the world view of steampunk in the medieval world... Let's take a look at the current battlefield. If there were a few cannons, the commander even felt that this big guy would be damaged before he could walk the defense line.

Unfortunately, there were no artillery, and the combat boats on the side began to withdraw from this airspace - this was a signal to completely abandon the first line of defense.

No blame for others, because they voluntarily stayed to cut off the rear. Is there any war? There is no one who will never die. Moreover, if this world dies, it will not really die. Fate is already very tolerant of itself.

"There are two more bullet boxes, stop shooting randomly." The bomb supply officer patted the helmet on his commander's head.

"I know, haven't you seen that I'm not pulling the trigger any longer? The poor people of the New Edens can waste our lives with their peasant soldiers. When the time comes, it will be a huge deal." The commander noticed that his subordinate climbed out of the trench and crawled forward on the surface of the bullets. There were some New Edens charging on his right. If there were no accidents, they would confirm each other at the bottom and top of the hill in a few seconds.

The commander felt that he was just an accident. The crossbows adjusted their heads one by one and started shooting at the New Edens. After the pressurized crossbows fired arrows at high speed. The rows of New Edens fell to the ground - at least seven or eight, and then the remaining New Edens fell down quickly.

This is a new posture learned by the new poor Eden, which can effectively reduce the bullet surface - all methods are shot by machine guns.

Turn off the pressure and push the 4x sight behind the 2x sight to its job. As a shooter, 1.2 meters tall to name the new Eden unlucky guys who think they are safe one by one.

Their deputy master had already climbed into another trench at this time, and then a dwarf was thrown out by him. Yim-2 naturally would not give the dwarf a chance to alert him. While it was still flying in the air, a crossbow arrow had already nailed into his face.

"Wow, that must be very painful." The bomb supplyer holding the high-power telescope whispered, and the closer distance made him feel as if he was there.

"It's probably a bit easier than having a baby." He noticed that the new Eden was about to get up, pulled back the shooting angle of the crossbow, and put the lucky unlucky guy in the sight one meter two meters into the sight. A crossbow arrow flew through this distance of 161 yards, and drilled into his abdomen with a little bit of measurement in advance.

"I fell a little, I wanted to shoot his chest." Yimi Er sighed, but he didn't have time to complain. After all, there were so many New Edens. They advanced under the command of their commander and then scattered very well. The New Edens have not seen small crossbows of the East Continent. Since they could not be found, let's scatter a little. Anyway, the life of the New Edens' big-headed soldiers is not worth the money.

The Nether Spirit Mecha also approached with their pace.

While shooting, the commander prayed that the big guy would never find himself - at its height, it would naturally be easier for the big-headed soldiers to discover this shooting position than the big-headed soldiers at his feet.

"Hey, Commander! That big guy is here!" The bullet-invigorating man screamed, highlighting a disaster that fell from the sky.

The commander looked up and saw the mecha raising its right hand as he stepped forward - in the direction where they were, the guy on his arm had a diameter of one meter and two meters tall.

"Let's run!" The commander withdrew from the shooting, dragged the small bed bullet and drilled into the trenches. His bomb supplyer grabbed two bullet boxes and followed him: "Run quickly!"

"Do you think this thing is your handbag?! This thing is heavier than you!" The commander had already put all his efforts into it.

A shell landed behind their left side, bringing up a large ball of soil.

"Solid bomb! These poor guys!" The bullet-supply hand raised his head, just as he saw their sub-master standing there, holding up the box against the falling mechanical feet.

"Why don't you leave?" The commander noticed the dull face of his bomb supplyer. He raised his head, and then also saw the moment his subordinate was stepped onto the ground by a mechanical foot.

Then there was an explosion like the earth shaking, and two fell into the trench one meter two.

Struggling to get up, the commander began to push the crossbow to the previous shooting point: "Get out of here quickly!"

"The deputy chief is such a genius!" The playmaker's inconspicuous lines made her boss very angry: "What are you talking about?! That's a heroic behavior! Is your brain water or there is no ditch!"

"I...you scold me again!" The bullet box hand let the bed crossbow and shouted at his lover.

"You are so stupid!" Rolling your eyes, the commander returned to the position of the crossbow. The legs of the mecha disappeared. It fell in front of the defense line, and it seemed to have crushed many new Eden soldiers to death, but some new Edens bypassed the mecha.

Turn on the pressurization and look at the new Edens gathered together, Mr. Commander pulled the trigger.

The crossbow arrows were fired at high speed. The new Edens, who gathered around the mecha, faced the shooting boundary of the crossbow from the side and were immediately brought down in pieces - at close range, this armor-breaking crossbow arrow has comparable bullet penetration.

"Other side, more new Edens!" Replaced the crossbow with a new bullet box, the ammunition feeder leaned to the side and began to organize the new magazines for him and the semi-automatic musket behind her.

"Forty-two seconds! New ammunition box in fifteen seconds!"

"Don't worry!" He hurriedly pressed the bullet into the empty magazine, and the bullet supplying hand reached out and grabbed the last bullet box, and then replaced it.

"You have a few empty magazines."

"Six, give you four, let's..." The bullets were installed in the magazine, and the bullet supplyer looked at the huge crater: "We should die here."

"It's also a profit to change a few before you die." When the empty bullet box was fired, the commander stood up, took out a small mace, first smashed the sight, then smashed the trigger set at the back of the crossbow, pulled out the engineering parts, and threw it away far away.

The new Edens were approaching the trench, and some big men from the alpine side seemed to have finished firing bullets, and they began to charge back.

"Give it to you." The ammunition feeder threw the magazine in front of the commander. She installed a new magazine, then raised the musket and started shooting: "Damn it! They still have a tank!"

Looking at the chariot in the dark, the commander was silent for a moment and pushed back the magazine in front of him to her.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"The deputy chief is right. When the sky falls, there are always tall men coming to support him." The commander said, while taking out three grenades from the grenade behind his waist: "Give me yours."

"You're crazy! Just these little fruits, are you going to scrape the paint from someone's chariot?" Although she was like this, she still pouted and handed her grenade in front of him.

"At least we can destroy the tracks of the chariot. If the New Edens doesn't fix it, the thing will be unable to move." Collect all the grenades, the commander took off his boots and pulled out a small box from the sole of the boots.

"You must be crazy. Isn't it uncomfortable to put this thing in the soles?"

"I had it in Charm before." The commander said, opening the small box and taking out the detonator inside: "Article Detonator." Then he took out an iron box from the bag behind his waist: "The last explosive."

Then he tied the thing with the grenade and put the detonator in her hand: "I went there, whether I succeeded, I was killed, or I was caught, you pressed this button... Remember to choose a few more guys with the back."

"We'll get married after this battle." The bullet-feeder pursed his mouth.

The commander didn't know what to say, having such a careless lover would really make Yimi Er's headache.

Then someone helped him make a choice and jumped into the trench one by two meters: "There are still living people, I'm so happy to see you." One said with a smile.

"You...you are not from the Sword of the Sky, where did you come from?"

"The ones behind you, Mrs. Youjiu said she would pick you up and retreat, and she had a strong enemy to deal with."

Hearing this person's words, the commander and the bomb supplier turned their heads uniformly and looked at the big guy who was still struggling in the mud.

Then I saw sparks appearing on its body, followed by a second spark, and with the spark and the subsequent explosion, the sound of cannons that sounded particularly pleasant now.

"What should I do if the chariot is there?" As soon as the bomb supplyer finished speaking, he and she saw the chariot explode in front, and then the turret flew directly into the sky.

"What a desperate mandarin duck, hey, what about your subordinates." A fearless man came to them, and the long-lasting lady's question came from the loudspeaker.

The commander licked the corner of his mouth: "Second Minister..."

However, the bomb supplyer became a conscientious historian at this moment: "The deputy chief was trampled to death!"

The commander is almost exploded - my girl, can you not be so stupid? You say that you are brave enough to be loyal to death than you said!

Oh, it can't be like this... Yes, how can we say it to be elegant and honest?

"...It seems that he destroyed the legs of the mecha, but it's like a man's way of death." The fearless mecha said, turning around: "Let's go, young people, collect the wounded and survivors, don't forget to destroy the technical equipment."

"You don't have to die, my dear." The bullet-invigorating man hugged his commander.
Chapter completed!