Fate pushes us to the unknown other side. Some people will dock earlier and some will later, but one day our generation will reach that end.

After repeating the poem in his heart, Yang Wenli lowered his head and began the prayer before the battle.

This is a standard process, with other ethnic groups including military priests, witch doctors, or other professions.

Chinese people don’t have these... Maybe some of them are, but Yang Wenli’s team does not have these.

"We are not weak enough to beg for the gods to protect ourselves when charging." This is Yang Wenli's leader's answer when the Aboriginal people asked if the war group needed to accompany the military priest.

Yang Wenli didn't think that the gods in this world could bless him. Most of them were just slaves of faith... even more pathetic than those real gods who never appeared in war.

Therefore, without those so-called prayers, there will be no action of kissing any small object, and there will be no piety that kneels on the ground and needs to choose a direction.

Yang Wenli was just silently adjusting the low-power scope of the musket in his hand to fight at night. As a sharpshooter with the team, he didn't need that kind of high-power scope. Two hundred meters and four hundred meters are usually invisible distances.

"I never thought we would go south one day." His companions were chatting, and the other nodded as well: "Yes, when it was almost dawn, I thought we were going to lose our position."

"But we are still standing here today! My companions! Why are we standing here today!" The political commissar of the battle group stood in the trenches and asked loudly.

"To liberate the south!" Someone asked and answered.

"Kill those bastards who killed innocent people!" Someone suffered a lot of grudges.

"We are fighting to prevent the descendants of all the innocent people in this world from having to praise the name of the idiot Emperor of New Eden when having dinner." Yang Wenli answered silently in his heart.

Yang Wenli has read history books and everything has two sides. There are the best emperors and the worst in history. The same is like the Earth Federation, which can be divided into new and old, and the difference between the old and the clouds.

Therefore, he didn't care about history, and no matter who would rule the land in the next time, all he had to do was to drive the new Eden out with his companions.

The future will be solved by later people, and what they need to do now is to liberate the south, save women and children, and let everyone innocent people not be slaughtered.

We are warriors, companions standing together, cleaners sweeping from one trench to another, and we will all fight for each other's beliefs until death.

The whistle rang, and as the artillery fire stopped, Yang Wenli's companions climbed out of the trench, and as a sharpshooter, he could carry out supporting shooting in the rear.

This battlefield is on the outskirts of Roland. After the last battle, New Eden did not have enough strength to repair the city. Now that the war is on again, the Eastern Continental people and the pro-Edens have once again begun to compete for this land.

A new Eden set up shooting points between the broken eaves and walls. For Yang Wenli, it was like shooting a new type of sharpshooter musket from the beginning. The arcane inscription made the muzzle completely history, and there was no need to worry about being seen by the new Eden on the front.

After firing five bullets and loading them with the clamping device, Yang Wenli noticed that a signal flare was lifted off the new side, which was a signal of his own people. The meaning was to request a close-range attack of the incendiary bomb. The direction from the rise of the signal flare should be the fire exchange area in the south.

Putting away the muskets and finding a safe corner, Yang Wenli quickly heard the howling sound of the combat boat. There should be two combat boats, one of which dropped bombs from the Eastern Continental defense line, and the incendiary bomb ignited the entire area. Through the scope, you can see that the combat boat drivers achieved the ultimate in the combustion bombs and almost covered the front row of the square, but in fact there would be no harm... No, they might burn their hair.

Then the second bomb began to drop bombs. Unlike his companions, the bomb they dropped was not the kind of bomb that could send a class of unlucky guys home, but dropped a hollow cylinder enchanted by the light of heaven. With a small parachute, it would float in the air for a while and effectively clean up the undead in the entire area.

"Progress!" The commander in front jumped up from the cover, which was the mission of the commander of the battle group.

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The New Edens were completely unable to defend the Central Provincial Defense Line. The Eastern Mainlanders only took two days to break through the Central Provincial Defense Line. A part of the New Eden troops were surrounded, and the remaining troops retreated to the south.

And on Marceau's side, more and more human battle groups began to move south, facing the recent actions of New Eden, they could no longer bear it.

Many battle groups even bring their own dry food. They don’t need Marceau to pay them their salary, nor do they need to give them weapons. They only need enough bullet tubes and enough food tubes. Some large battle groups even only need only tube bullet tubes, and they can even bring their own food.

But Marceau finally divided each of their battle groups into his own salary and could be paid for the loss of equipment. As Ashby's Duke of the Kingdom of the Kingdom, he did not need others to make such great sacrifices.

So in the forum, Marceau's reputation is getting higher and higher. When he encounters a tough problem, Marceau will personally lead the Kitten Team as a pioneer. This book is nothing, but if he can come back with all the results every time, it will not be something that only requires courage.

Soon, the former kitten, lucky little white faces were replaced by the name of the commander. Every soldier of the Eastern Continental PLA is a human, an elves or a dwarf, whether he is an Orien, an earthling or a 1.2-meter-two-meter-two-year-old, the members of the war team under Marceau will refer to Marceau as a honorable title.

Some Earth players who are determined to become armored assault soldiers have formed a brand new battle group ‘1121 Regiment’.

This is a tradition. In the Second War of the War, many new battle groups were established. The 999 sequence of the new Federation is no longer enough. The 1120th regiment is the latest armored assault corps group "Spartacus". The 1121 regiment established by these young people seems to want to exist as a new battle group.

Marceau naturally welcomes the 1121st Regiment. Most of these young people are just students who have just entered university. They have the courage to become warriors. Marceau will certainly not refuse them to show their courage in this world.

After all, this is actually a large trainer.

Taking down the central province, Marceau's right-wing troops were heading west, and they would meet with friendly forces from the Greensen side and continue to move south, if possible, they would complete a great division in the central and western part of Sha'an, besieging a large number of new Eden troops to siege the eastern part of Sha'an.

If all this can be successful, the New Eden will completely lose the ability to continue fighting and lose so many troops, and the New Edens' war potential will be completely wiped out.

Peace will truly come.
Chapter completed!