Zhou Zhigan took out a small box of cigarettes from his pocket. The dry cigarette box read Ashbi's words, which was the spoils he received on Ashbi's battlefield.

I am so envious. On the battlefield where I can’t even eat enough, the big-headed soldiers actually had cigarettes.

With a sigh, the young man pulled out the last cigarette and lit it.

"Your Excellency, aren't you doing anything?" asked the gray elf standing beside him.

The chief investigator shook his head, and he looked at the scene where Ashby civilians were executing from afar and pursed his lips: "What should I do? It's them doing evil, not us."

"But even if it is an enemy, we should not attack the unarmed women and children. This is not a story of fighting with life on the battlefield, but the most shameful and unacceptable atrocities..." The gray elf looked at the women and children who were taken to the execution ground and fell down after the gunfire sounded, and couldn't help but shake his head: "Those damn things actually think that killing those women and children with guns is mercy... It's ridiculous, Your Excellency."

"It's really ridiculous. There is no difference between killing them with a sword and killing them with a musket, but can we stop this? Everything that happened in this town is also happening elsewhere. The nobles instinctively believed that they must kill these women and children, and that they cannot become enemies after the New Eden... retreat, this is not something you and I can stop."

"Yes, sir, I understand..." The gray elf lowered his head and stepped back.

Zhou Zhigan knew that the pain and torture in the heart of this gray elf was no different from the New Eden who did this... No, New Eden was even worse because they could choose to do evil or not, and the Ten Thousand Tide was left with the instinct of killing living bodies.

The New Edens wanted to destroy enough Ashby's vitality, but doing so would only turn the entire Eastern continent into the enemy of New Eden.

Zhou Zhigan discovered that the description of wars in the Middle Ages in history books has become so vivid for the first time.

If the madmen and madmen in the Third Reich were resurrected, they would definitely lament the paranoia and madness shown by the New Edens in the massacre, which was similar to theirs.

It would be better for them not to be resurrected.

They should be drowned in the long river of history, never turn over, always bear crimes, and anyone who is the first to swing a butcher knife at the innocent in the war will eventually be retribution.

"It's a pity that some people didn't wait for the arrival of retribution."

For some reason, Zhou Zhigan remembered what his history teacher said. That was the most incomplete sigh that this Chinese teacher said when talking about East Asian history.

But it doesn't matter. He may feel that there are injustice in history, but that is a unique situation in the Middle Ages. In that era when big fists are the truth and sharp blades are the truth, there are regrets in one way or another... I can only say regrets.

But in this era, players in the East Continent and Aboriginal people will never forget the atrocities New Eden committed this year.

The grace is ten times more, the hatred is hundreds of tastes, the new Eden... are you ready?

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East of Catan City, prisoner of war camp.

A native soldier from the captured Katan Guards Chapter, Tarn Tom.

The long-term high-intensity work and the dilemma of not being able to eat enough made him look very - 'slim'. This is not a normal situation, because in normal years, no young man with hands and feet and willing to sell his strength can be destroyed by hunger into such a terrifying appearance of skin and bones.

"Tarne, do you think... strange?"

During the free time, the savages from the Steinthom Chapter called him. This grassland elf was not abused by the New Eden because he was responsible for the sanitation and treatment of the camp, but he could only barely eat enough. For the sake of the children in the prisoner-of-war camp, he often endured hunger and took out black bread and clean water from his bowl to provide them to them.

"What?" The long-term hunger made Tarn understand the benefits of frugality. He did not make an expression, but just turned his head slightly and looked at the grassland elf standing outside the fence.

"The New Edens have rarely even come to patrols recently. This is not normal. I have been to the town once in the name of purchasing herbs and found that it was reported that the New Edens failed in the Battle of Ashbey."

This should be the best news Tarn heard after entering here, but he still didn't waste it too much, just 'smile' with a 'good news': "Good news."

"I think the New Edens are going to run away. Our people seem to be regaining lost land. The New Edens should have suffered a lot in the north. They can't defend such a large piece of land." Speaking of this, the grassland elves turned their heads, not only him, Tarn and some people standing by the fence noticed a team of New Edens appearing on the road to the town.

"Did you see it? They are generally a little haggard. If they win, they will raise their noses to the sky." said the grassland elves.

"...If the situation of the battle is really like you said, then we are in trouble." A bearded man came over, and Tarn was a little surprised about his troubles, but he still spoke: "Why... say so."

"If they win, it means they have obtained the entire Kingdom of Ashbey. Maybe we can eat one more piece of potato. If they fail, and our troops are on the way south... what do you think the new Edens will do." The company captain from the Kingdom Army blinked: "Boy, lend us your revolver."

"You are crazy. They have hundreds of people, and you only have one gun." Although the grassland elves said this, they quickly took out the revolver from their waists and threw it into the fence. This was the benefit he received as a doctor. The new Eden didn't want him to die if he encountered any accidents when he went out to collect herbs.

After all, who doesn’t like a good doctor?

"At least it's better than unarmed people, Tarn, Mibo, Karl, you go and call everyone, and say that the time is coming... By the way, let Mina take the children from the tunnel and let the children dig quickly." The company captain gave the order while watching the new Eden team getting closer and closer.

"What are we going to do, Mr. Elland." A woman leaned over carefully.

"Dear, if you don't want to watch your children be chased and killed, you can follow us when we rush up. The legs of the chair, the tongs, the spoon with the fastener handle, and the wooden hairpin on your head, can be used to kill people."

The woman nodded, then quickly walked towards her companions. Her brisk appearance, compared with her skinny body, the power she burst out at this moment completely violated the instinct of life.

"I am the medical officer of the prisoner-of-war camp, who are you?" As the new Edens got closer, the grassland elves walked on the road and reached out to stop the new Edens: "Where is the manager of the prisoner-of-war camp! I didn't see him!"

"I am the captain of the third team directly under the Seventh Gendarmerie of the New Eden, doctor, where is the administrator of your prisoner of war camp?"

"He left with his troops this morning." The grassland elves shrugged: "I would like to ask you where he went."

"Damn coward." The new Eden beside the captain cursed in a low voice.

The captain nodded, and he reached out to signal his soldiers to the camp gate.

The soldiers unfolded the queue, and four of them walked towards the gate.

"Wait a minute, that's a prisoner of war camp. It cannot be opened without the consent of the administrator. Although I am just a doctor, I at least understand the definition of prisoners of war. If you open the door, the people there will be no prisoners of war!" The grassland elves pointed to the gate and shouted at the military captain: "Let your people die!"

The musket pulled from the waist of the military police interrupted the speech of the grassland elves, and the little thing shot on the forehead fell backward and fell into the dust.

"Tarn." The company captain called out Tarn in the crowd. Under the young man's puzzled gaze, he took the broken wooden stick that was usually hidden by the fence from his hand, and handed him the revolver.

"I heard that you were from the sharpshooter squad in the foreigners' wing before? There were five bullets inside, so you can just hit it." After the captain of the company said, he brought Tarn behind him, and the crowd walked towards the door in silence.

The soldiers dispersed, and they didn't care about the situation in the fence. Perhaps in their opinion, the people who were almost hungry could not stand were just some guys who could not even deal with chickens.

The gate was opened by the soldiers, and they took off the muskets on their backs: "Stop!" Someone shouted.

Instead of stopping, the crowd began to accelerate.

Tarn shot at the soldiers who opened the door under the cover of the crowd. Although he had not used the guy in his hand for a while, he had also shot dozens of shots when he was in the battle group.

Although weak, the revolver in his hand still hit the two soldiers.

"Really, I can't even do this! How could they have guns!" The captain looked at the out of control and furiously and furious.

The soldiers began to shoot, and the people in front of the crowd fell down, but they still passed through the gate, and the people standing in front did not pick up guns. They were as thin as ghosts and rushed towards the formation of soldiers.

After Tarn finished shooting the revolver, he walked out of the door and a small man threw a musket at him.

At this moment, the young men seemed to have returned to the Battle of Catan a year ago. In order to block the offensive of New Eden, their battle group held on in the trenches and bloody rain for a full half month.

Pulling the bolt and confirming that it was full of bullets, the young man raised his gun and pointed at the commander of the military police who was using a revolver and pulled the trigger. The long hunger made the whole side generally thin, and many people were unable to maintain their normal posture even when running. In contrast, the new Edens were obviously able to eat enough, and they stood very straight until Tarn felt that the target was so obvious.

So a 9mm bullet drilled out of the gun chamber and easily drilled into the captain's forehead. There was no passerby who rushed to catch it, and there was no uninvited obstacle.

Pulling the bolt, Tarn pointed the gun at the machine gunner sitting in the track car. The latter did not expect the prisoners of war to riot at this time. When the two sides were fighting together, he and his assistant were still busy loading the machine gun with ammunition links.

They were so high and so eye-catching that when the bullet drilled into the left side of the assistant's head, the machine gunner was still waiting for him to hand over the link.

Unfortunately, he couldn't wait. When the assistant fell out of the side of the track truck, when the machine gunner was surprised and raised his head, Tarn had already pulled the bolt and threw the shell, closed it, and put the machine gunner's head into the hole.

The next second, Tarn felt like he was falling down when he pulled the trigger, as if he was shot?

He didn't have time to think, and he saw the machine gunner falling from the perspective.

Falling to the ground, the young man watched the women run past them. The wives who once had a glamorous identity are now unkempt, holding all kinds of guys into the melee crowd, and they are not trained to cause trouble for each other.

Tarn struggled to stand up, and he leaned on a musket, and the young man who threw the thrift behind his head did not care about the gunshot wounds in his abdomen, but ran into the battle group, holding the musket in his hand upside down, knocking the new Eden who was stabbing a wife with a bayonet to the ground with a polo move. He didn't need to make up for a kick. The screaming lady had stabbed her into his chest with the tongs in her hand.

He adjusted his position and used his best to smash the musket at his new opponent. The latter had to choose between stabbing the bayonet into the opponent's chest and being stuck on the butt stock. While tilting his head, the ladies and wives on the side immediately rushed over.

It was originally a erotic scene, but the reality was like a ghost. Although the two were pushed away, the remaining three wives and wives still inserted the wooden hairpins in their hands into his eye sockets.

As the new Eden screamed, a lady opened her mouth and bit her neck.

Tarn walked past the pile of corpses with deep kicks and kicks the trigger at the new Eden who was wrestling with his friends.

The latter had pushed the dagger halfway through, and after being shot, he could no longer suppress it, and was pushed away by the prisoner of war. The prisoner howled and pulled the dagger out of his chest and stabbed it into the chest of the new Eden.

Tarn pulled the bolt and was knocked to the ground. He subconsciously tilted his head and stabbed a dagger into the land beside his face.

The young man grabbed the dagger hand, but the next second, his fist with an iron fist fell on his face. Tarn, who was beaten to the point of fainting, looked at the new Eden riding on him and then raised his hand, and was then swept away by the prisoner who had just passed away.

The young man struggled to wipe his face, took out two teeth from his mouth, turned his head, pulled out the dagger from the dagger bag behind the dead New Eden soldier, turned around, and stabbed the dagger into the eye socket of the New Eden man who was pushing the weapon in his hand into his companion's chest.

Then, the young man who had lost his strength fell to the ground.

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I don't know how long it took, but when Tarn opened his eyes again, he noticed that there was no sound on the battlefield... No, it wasn't that there was no sound, it was no sound and there was no gunshot and screams.

But there are still people talking.

"These guys are really good at fighting over a military police force in New Eden."

"According to the little guys in the tunnel, it seems that the company captain of a Kingdom Army unit presided over the riot, but it is confirmed that they have died in battle."

Tarn twisted his body and saw several grassland elves walking among the corpses, wearing military uniforms, helmets on their heads, and muskets with bayonets in their hands were finishing the new Eden corpse.

"Ah..." Tarn tried to scream.

No one heard it.

The young man was a little embarrassed. He struggled hard for a while, but this time he attracted attention, but the grassland elves looked here but failed to notice Tarn's small movement.

Finally, the young man tried hard to raise his hand.

This time, a grassland elf finally discovered him.

"That guy! Still angry!"

"My God, he's still alive, Doctor!"
To be continued...