Ground combat has always been boring, but Marceau quickly found a brand new pleasure show. Mrs. Lily summoned Anne into the Battle Mage Wing. As a precision shooter, she was transferred to a hoverable combat boat team as a precision shooter. She was responsible for the worms on the surface who could use psychics and spells. These guys were very versatile, but these insects were too fragile.

As for Marceau, he was transferred to the firepower dispatch team and is now responsible for the firepower allocation in the West 10 area above the south defense circle in the city. Generally speaking, it is responsible for letting the critical strike squads throw their inventory to the enemy rather than their own heads. Even if they are forced to smuggle both sides of the enemy and us, they have to strive to cause the greatest damage.

I am familiar with this job! The cats are so bored on the ground that they are going crazy. If you can go to heaven to direct everyone to smash flowers and plants, you will be so happy.

"This is the Red Hearts Ten Team, with a fire rubber suit, and is entering the field. Please indicate the target." The headset came from the inquiry from the captain of the critical strike boat team. Marceau immediately pointed out to these guys a road. He had already ordered these guys on the ground: "Along the Barov Avenue, two hundred meters of fire line, no difference bombing."

"Confirmed as undifferentiated bombing, please confirm." The team captain requested confirmation.

"Confirm, hurry up, friendly forces on the ground have withdrawn from the avenue, and the last support point has fallen thirty seconds ago." Marceau replied after confirming the written information handed over by the ground troops.

"Learn." The critical strike boats roared down, watching them turn the avenue into a sea of ​​fire, Marceau marked the word completed on the mission, and then looked at the brand new request: "Squad of Lockvalen Eagles, please answer when you hear it."

"The Lockvalen Eagle heard it, Your Excellency the dispatcher, please ask me what instructions are there?" The soft answer from the grassland elves came from the headphones.

"Barov Avenue, at the junction of District 10 and District 11, there is a three-story building. According to friendly forces on the ground, there are several musket groups of insects in that building. They are suppressed and need a bomb. Do you still have it?" Marceau confirmed the content of the new mission.

"Yes, sir, our No. 4 combat mage happens to have a 100-pound bomb. Do we need to wipe that small building out of the map?" asked the Lockvalen Eagle.

"Good idea, the ground troops have already put flares near the small building. Please do relevant operations immediately and be careful of safety." Marceau immediately issued an order.

So after a while, Marceau saw a small building on the street turning into ruins under the dive bombing of the combat mage. As for the bugs in it... "I watched the bugs fly into the sky, good job!"

"That small building was bombed into the sky, thank you, Your Excellency the dispatcher." The commander of the ground forces was almost sending a congratulatory message. Marceau smiled and confirmed the completion of the mission. He watched the yelling players rush out of the cover and then hit the counter-shocking insect queue. Seeing both sides busy making the other party's brains, Marceau felt that he wanted to do a favor: "The Rockvalen Eagle Squad, if you can do your best, you can consider strafing the coordinates just now, and don't hit the missiles in our queue."

"No problem, you, we will conduct an all-round strafing." The combat mages used the missile bay to conduct a strafing, and threw down all the small explosive bombs left behind, causing a continuous stream of insects and flesh.

"Well done, I saw several bugs flying to my height." Marceau smiled and praised the team's actions. These Earth players are really proficient in combat mages' attacks on the ground.

"This is Lockvalen Eagle, the dispatcher, we need to leave the field to replenish the supply."

"Agree with your supply request and be careful all the way."

Marceau confirmed their retreat and then connected the deck workspace: "How long will it take for the new combat mage team to enter the field?" Marceau asked, taking on several more missions.

"Here is the deck administrator Hanya, the new combat mage squad, ‘Urdaha Guards’, ‘Sorenta’ Flame’ and ‘Asgarconi’ will arrive in three minutes."

The team of "Urdaha Guards" Marceau is not clear about, but "Sorenta's Flame" and "Esgaconi's Anne"... The former is naturally Yan, and this cat girl has grown up unknowingly. Marceau missed her a little, and she thought that Yan spent a lot of effort to get rid of her fear of the sky in her previous life, and now... this cat girl is like a different person. Marceau doesn't know when this all started, but I think Yan must have worked very hard to get to this point today. That must be another story that Marceau doesn't know.

Turning his head and looking at the distant horizon, the bright moon was rising, and the city below began to become "bright" and the rising flares marked with the everlasting lights of the entire defense circle. Outside the city, the long dragons entering the city were holding torches. In the area where the fire exchange was fierce, the flame explosion, the immortal fire wall and the flying lead bullets carried the malice of each other's masters, either rushing or colliding, and from time to time, there were strong explosions, which made the queues of both sides come out and turn over.

The "Urdaha Guard" was the first to arrive. These grassland elves carried a large number of critical bombs and directly turned over the grassland of the square occupied by a worm man. Then, no one knew which regiment rushed in and fought with the insects. The "Anne of Esgaconi" team arrived the second time and sent the buildings around the square and the insects into the sea of ​​fire. Anne landed directly and waved the hammer to join the battle group. Marceau looked at it for a while. It could only be said that the girl's hammer was too violent. Even the giant monster like the nest owner could not escape the girl's hammer. One hammer broke his legs, two hammers broke claws, three hammers and four hammers. The nest owner's head was so shrunk that it seemed. The players seemed to be inspired by Anne's courage. They screamed and drove the insects out of the square, and then a signal flare took off. The nearby grassland elves engineers immediately entered the field and began to renovate the defense line.

"This is the flame of Sorenta. The heavy critical strike unit is in place. The dispatcher will report to you." The sound of flame came from the headphones. Marso turned his head and soon discovered the two critical strike cabins, which were indeed huge in size, in the night sky. There was a yellow ** crystal lamp on the top and bottom of it, which was in a state of constant destruction.

"This is the dispatcher, Yan, good evening."

"Ah, it's Marceau, good night."

In Marceau's vision, the existence of the flame gradually became clear. Because it was towing the heavy cabin, the flame flew a bit slow, but now without enemy air units, the speed of the flight is not important.

The cat girl adjusted the position of the critical strike cabin. When passing by Marceau, the cat smiled and clenched the girl.

"A good journey," he said.

"Take care," she said.

Looking at each other and interlaced, Marceau handed over the mission of attacking the residential area in the north of the square to Yan.

When she flew away, Marceau looked at his hand... high-five, clenched his fists and hit again, and finally three-strokes on his fingertips... This set just now was a small action made by himself and Yan after the battle ended. In that second, Marceau seemed to have returned to the future called the past. How could he and her at this moment... be able to complete it? Is this also a storm called the butterfly?

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The explosive bombs in the critical strike cabin were evenly spread on the surface of the ground. When Yan turned, he looked at the direction where Marceau was, then looked at his hand, waved his palm, clenched his fist, and finally waved his hand again.
Chapter completed!