In the first opening era, Canary Plain was recognized as a bloody battle place for players of the living camp and the undead camp. Because the terrain here - a flat mountain bun is very strategic, so in the Canary Plain war zone, specialists and sorcerers who are proficient in spell expansion expertise have become popular, so that a box of fossils into mud and silly reels can become a tactical weapon in the hands of the commander, just like the knight companies on both sides and the light cavalry companies, becoming a tactical weapon that can be sufficient to change the battle situation in the commander.

After the death package of the dead of the undead was flying all over the sky, the players on the living side also began to play the starting landing - just like the airborne regiment led by Marceau, a standard airborne regiment consists of ten squadrons, each squadron divided into twenty six-person squadrons. The squadron leader has a direct squadron, and the direct squadron of the regiment commander is ten. The airborne regiment's responsibility is to break into the enemy's rear and seize tactical and strategic goals. In extreme cases, the airborne regiment needs to land for ropes and descend directly into battle, so elite players are required. If there are some players who can't fight, they will definitely not be able to enter such a group.

On the way to the town, Marceau searched for the battle records of the first Open Age. In the first Open Age battle, the 11th Airborne Regiment belonged to the tactical airborne regiment on the Esgaconi. It consisted of the most elite players. In the battle of Orsh, this regiment was put into the rear to seize another town in the southern part of the Orsh region, and prevented the undead troops from marching in a straight line to support the Orsh battlefield. Because living people blocked the way, the undead surrounded the 11th Airborne Regiment and was ready to fight. When Orsh was finally liberated, there were only one and a half squadron survivors left in the town, and less than a hundred people could still fight.

Later, in order to find these surviving warriors, when the player team fought all the way to the town to rescue the siege, there were only less than ten people left in the entire airborne team.

"How many people are left after the mission was completed by you last week?" When the Orsh battle started, players in that era had generally reached level 10, which is equivalent to level 50 in the fifth opening era. They had already been trained into machines by the continuous wars between the students and the people.

What about the current players? The average level is 20, which is equivalent to level 4 in the first opening era, and the fifth opening era is only less than half a year. The quality of players now is not as good as the old players who have seen more bloody storms in the level 10 back then. Therefore, Marceau must understand the battle situation last week in order to have a rough understanding of the qualities of the players at his hands - according to the system's distribution principle, such dirty, tiring and hard work in the type dungeon will be given priority to role-playing players with excellent tactical skills.

Of course, players can freely choose whether to join the battle, so in terms of the quality of the members, there is no way to be picky.

"When we were all dead last week, Orsh was fighting with the direct troops of a high-level undead commander in the square. In the end, there was no way. The largest battle group on our side. The legendary title regiment, "Orsh Liberator", both moved south to prevent the undead army from heading north. More than half of the people died before we liberated Orsh, and almost the entire battle failed." A halfling in the direct squad sighed: "You are now our regiment commander. Is you really okay?"

"Some things are useless to just open your mouth, right?" Marceau pushed the ball back to the Halfling, who nodded with a smile: "You are right, kitten. I hope you can do what you say."

The traffic boat was still flying, and it was still a long way from the airborne area. Marceau opened the virtual screen and selected the floor plan of the town in the first opening era. Fortunately, the forum's database has always kept this data, otherwise Marceau would have to go to the scene to understand the situation of the town.

The town is not big, and it is probably the size of the four moon pit one orb. There are many houses, but most of them are small buildings with one or two floors. There are only a handful of four floors high and the only church is definitely a place of blasphemy now. If it cannot be purified for a while, then blowing it up is the only choice - any undead on the land of blasphemy will receive a bonus, and this bonus is continuous. In other words, if this church that has been blasphemy is retained, and when the army of the undead encircles the town, any undead who passes through the land of blasphemy will receive a bonus, and then it will be really beaten.

Marceau immediately made up his mind and arrived at the ground to ask the battle commander if he could find someone to purify the church. If it was OK, if it was impossible, when the bomber boat entered the venue, he immediately asked them to blow the church and the foundation, and then sprinkle it with a holy water bucket. In this way, the effect of the blasphemy land would be greatly reduced, and at least there would be no such terrifying situation as the resurrection skeleton (miscellaneous soldiers, encounter level lv5) slipping inside, which would be a skeleton warrior (high-level soldiers, encounter level lv20).

"By the way, who among you was also an airborne regiment last time?" Marceau asked.

The big man dressed in a warrior riding on the follow-up boat on one side immediately raised his hand: "I am."

"Can you tell me what you did about the church in the town last time?" Marceau asked in the channel.

"After Commander of Orosia confirmed that the church was a blasphemy, we could not purify the church, so we took back the defense line on the side of the church, and then a large number of undead were pressing on the defense line of the church. As soon as the casualties increased, the first defense line collapsed. We lost half of the town, and then gradually were suppressed. Some guys ran out of the town, but were crushed to death by the undead cavalry. I told them that there was no result when they ran out."

This big man said the same as Marceau confirmed that this church must be dealt with, no matter what means it is used.

"This is Chiwak, I see you, Commander, welcome to the war zone, Commander." A voice came from Marceau's headphones, and the cat immediately looked at the surrounding airspace. Soon a fierce eagle flying in the same direction attracted the cat's attention. The cat immediately replied: "I see you too, Chiwak, how is the situation in Vardaha?"

"With the support of the combat boat, our druids have obtained a landing ground in the north of the town, and you can land safely." Chiwak said, sharing the battlefield floor plan for Marceau through the commander sharing system.

"Thank you, Chiwak. Please guide the landing ground." Marceau issued an order to the druid, and then contacted the commander of the transport boat force: "The landing site has been cleared and the entry has begun to accelerate."

"I understand, it's accelerating."

The transport boat roared and accelerated, and the two-minute journey was fleeting. When approaching the landing field, the first boat where Marceau was located decreased its speed and altitude. The first one of Marceau did not choose to lower the rope when the battle boat began to hover, but jumped directly. The cat who had been spinning twice in the air landed safely. He turned around and pulled out a long knife from behind his waist to nail a half-piece of zombie crawling towards him to the ground.

"This is Marceau, I'll stop you at the landing ground." After saying that, Marceau turned around and pulled out his long sword, and let a ghoul who didn't know where he came from, raised his left hand at it, and the silver-infiltrating single-headed bullet in the "Engineering Wonderland Destroyer" roared out and shot out from the back of the ghoul's head. He lifted his small half of his face away... Ah, don't mention any shamelessness. Just like the ghoul, it really insulted the word "face".

"Where did the ghoul come from?" asked the big warrior.

"God knows, maybe he was wandering over. Anyway, these guys are also from four-wheel drive." An elf priest complained.

"Chivak, where is your commander, how can I find him?" Marceau asked, covering his headphones.

"On the south. on the top of the bell tower." The druid flew lowered a little, and it began to hover over a bell tower. Marceau confirmed the location of the bell tower through the floor plan and immediately issued an order to move south towards the transport boat commander: "The third, the fourth squadron suppressed both sides, and the seventh and ninth squadrons joined the bell tower and joined the druid front on the south side with me."

"The follow-up troops are waiting for your order."

"After the assembly of the ground was completed, the sixth and the second squadrons followed me to implement the middle-lane breakthrough tactics, and the other squadrons began to receive heavy equipment. I have released the equipment layout area to the commanders of each squadron." Marceau took the lead and walked on the street leading to the bell tower, and at the same time began to contact Vachic: "Last week, Vardaha heard that he had discovered the spider spiders in the air. Did they find them this time?"

"I have discovered that they have been wiped out by us." Vachic's answer made Masso feel somewhat relieved: "Is the number right?"

"There is one more squad than last time, and there should be no more sprint spiders." Vachic's answer made Masce finally nod. He connected to the channel of the battle commander on the Esgaconi: "This is Masce, the 11th Airborne Regiment, the battle of Vardaha is going on in an orderly manner. We need a team of paladins or priests who can purify the Holy Church. The church in Vardaha has been desecrated."

"Sorry, I don't have any extra purification team here." In the male voice, the commander gave a very standard answer to rejection as if he was the first time to open up.

"Then I ask for two tactical bombing teams, one with standard incendiary bombs and the other with holy water bombs, and that blasphemy land must be destroyed." Marceau said in a serious tone: "I don't care which His Highness the church was once of. I only know that if we don't destroy it, our entire Eastern Front will not be arranged normally, and the evil undead will be strengthened after passing through the blasphemy land... Commander, I cannot sit and watch the undead attack us after being strengthened through that area, and I cannot watch my subordinates face the danger that could have been avoided."

After a while, a strange female voice came from the commander: "Requesting to pass, as you said, there was once a temple of the God of the Supreme Paladin, but now the sacred is the past, and blasphemy is the main theme of the moment."

"Thank you for your wisdom, commander." Understand that this is a higher commander, Marceau thanked the channel.

"Don't thank me, I just don't want your sacrifice to become worthless." The female commander on the other side of the channel replied.

"No, we are the Konglong group, we are destined to be surrounded, and our sacrifice... never needs to be measured by value." Marceau replied with a smile, while climbing over a collapsed broken wall: "The call is over."

After cutting back to the team channel, Marceau threw out the flying claws on the top of the bell tower, and then a small head immediately poked out with a musket on the top. Seeing that it was a kitten like Marceau, he took back the musket: "Who are you?"

"The 11th Airborne Regiment, the Acekoni, are your commanders here?"

"Here."

After getting this answer, Marceau was led to the top of the bell tower the next second. His eyes passed over the little guy. Marceau saw the Druid's commander - this one standing by the table, pressing his hands on the table and looking at the cat: "Hell! I finally saw you! As soon as our druid troops entered the town, the support from the combat boats was reduced by half. By now I have lost one quarter of the manpower. If you don't come, we will fight all!"

"Don't be afraid, there are many people coming to us." Marceau said, and there was a thunderous whistle in the sky behind him. One of the transport boats stopped directly on the top of the bell tower. A team of grassland elves rowed down from above. One of them came directly to Marceau: "The Ninth Squadron has arrived, Commander, what are we going to do next."

"You guys..." Marceau looked around and found that the Ninth Squadron was full of prairie elves players. After the little guys landed in one shot, they began to build simple bunkers and defense lines on the streets and roofs.

"Follow me, everyone." Marceau smiled at the little guy in front of him and stretched out his hand to hold it, then turned to look at the druid in front of him: "Call your people back, don't rush to die in front of you. After another squadron of our regiment arrives, you will cover these little guys for a sweeping battle... Remember, tell your people not to block the shooting territory of the grassland elves casually. The silver-infiltrated single-headed bullet never recognizes whether the guy blocks its flight route is a human or a ghost."

"Okay, I'll inform you to shrink the front line first." Uncle Druid left as he obeyed the order.

Marceau clapped his hands and signaled the prairie elves players to go down the bell tower together: "By the way, what's your name?"

"Ronnierala, Commander, just call me Xiao Luo." This authentic Song Renyu was obviously a mixed-race boy: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Let your squadron have the best shooting skills to reconnaise me at the bell tower and give him a small team. After the undead army arrives and we lose air supremacy, I need this supreme point to tell me what happened in the town at any time."

"No problem, I'm a pair of sharpshooters from the 15th Team. I'll let the 15th Team guard here. Do you need to blow up the stairs of the bell tower?" Ronilala followed Marceau down the bell tower after giving instructions using his squadron channel.

"No, the last line of defense I prepared is the defense zone with this bell tower as the core, so if there are no dead coming up, it means that we should all die downstairs." Marceau said this and shouted to the members of the direct team who were walking upwards: "Don't come up, let's go down!" Then he called out to the grassland elves who were going down: "Wait a minute, you guys from the Ninth Squadron go up."

Just as Marceau finally made the big guys and the little guys understand whether they should go down or up, Chiwak's voice came from his headphones: "Commander, there is a team of about thirty ghouls passing through the defense line, and they are approaching you."

"Okay, everyone, we have work to do." Tell everyone about the news that a team of ghouls was approaching. Marceau ran down the bell tower first, and Marceau, who was standing on the street downstairs, looked at Ronilara: "Little Ronaldo, share the location of your team with me."

"Okay." Ronnilala immediately shared his squad location on Marceau's virtual map.

"Tell your squads 14 and 16 that if ghouls pass by the streets, don't fire and attract them. Pay attention to their safety and put them on us." Marceau ordered: "I know you are all good gunmen, but after all, they have an advantage in number and safety first. Tell them to retreat quickly and let the squads 15 and 17 come forward to pick them up."

"Understand." Ronnirala immediately began notifying her squad.

Marceau glanced at his direct team members: "Prepare for battle, everyone." After saying that, the cat raised his hand and cast a third-level natural allies summoning technique (sum touch nnature’sallyiii), and then the dead grass at the cat's feet turned green and then sprouted and grew. A medium-sized plant creature finally pulled its legs out of the land.

Two rangers in the team also summoned their animal companions, one was a brown bear and the other was a cheetah. For this, Marceau could only be used in defensive battles, and one bear was far superior to the cheetah.

"I saw the ghoul!" The warning from the grassland elves came from the bell tower.

Looking at the group of ghouls turning around at the end of the street, Marceau raised his left hand and, as the ghoul entered the maximum effective range of a sixty-yard single-headed bullet, the cat drove the "Engineering Wonderland Destroyer's weapon" to launch its first continuous shooting.

"Free shooting, repeat, free shooting, close to twenty yards, the melee team will follow me!"

After three rounds of shooting, the little half-ghoul fell on the charge road, and the rest began to accelerate, while the cat cast a spikegrowth on the street in front of him: within the range of this spell, any creatures suffer 1d4 points of damage and may become slow.

As the undead, ghouls will not be injured by thorns, but thorns can hang on their flesh and blood, forcing their speed to slow down.

When they approached twenty yards, four ghouls fell on the thorns. The remaining thirteen met Marceau, and the cat at the front of the thorn bush blocked the ghoul's claws with a long knife, and then split the dishonest guy in half with a backhand.

The Ranger took the life of another ghoul and penetrated its head with a silver-infiltrating arrow. After gaining a numerical advantage, the melee players immediately chopped the four ghouls they had contacted to the ground, and the grassland elves who had replaced the shotgun swept across the remaining seven.

"It's such a battle that makes people feel a little overwhelmed."

Marso took off the empty bomb bay, loaded the brand new full bomb bay, and then recycled the empty bomb bay. He looked at the cats in the Seventh Squadron who were starting to land around him and chuckled as everyone said: "The appetizer has just started. Everyone, don't choke now." (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!

ps: Today is five thousand words, I have to work overtime again tomorrow, I want to be quiet...
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