"With five minutes to go, we're going to lose. Squatting behind the ruins, the blind Commander glanced at the portal.

"The North and South Clock Towers have still not been snatched up, what are we going to do, Boss. A bone musketeer kneeling in front of him asked.

"We still have about seven squadrons here, plus the six squadrons that just came, we can rush again. The dark-haired young man crouching beside the Bone Musketeer looked at their commander.

"Charge again, Commander, we are faithful to our duty. "A rotting heavily armored guard reloads his shotgun.

The commander looked at the squadron commanders in front of him, and finally nodded: "Rush again, I am the arrow, if I die......" "I am the arrow." The commander with the crown on his skull took over the topic: "I am dead, who is the arrow." ”

"I'm the arrow. Conductor after conductor picked up the topic.

"Okay, get ready, and start attacking in thirty seconds. ”

As the commanders began to disperse, the blind commander stood up, pulled out the pocket watch he had obtained as a trophy from his bosom, watched the second hand jump twenty-five times, blew the whistle in his mouth, and then led his squad over the ruins at a brisk pace, and then was rightfully set on fire, and when the last member of his squad fell downhill, the New Edenians began to charge again.

The Lord of the Crown with the crown on his skull walked through the rain of bullets, and the white bones gave it enough puncture and damage reduction, and also gave him enough attention, when he led his subordinates to rush to the defense line of the people of the Eastern Continent, there was a steppe elf with a fire-breathing canister on his back to stand up, and then this one-meter-two was shot, but before the Lord of the Crown could breathe a sigh of relief, the steppe elf flamethrower standing behind the ruins on the other side of the battlefield began to work, and the high-pressure fire dragon ignited the Lord of the Crown and his subordinates.

Surrounded by divine flames, the Lord of the Crown wailed, the pain that struck his soul so that he finally pulled the fuse of the explosives hidden in his chest and abdomen, and before his consciousness was annihilated by the pain, he rushed to the densest part of the line of defense where the steppe elves were most concentrated.

Just as she was about to jump into the trench, a cat girl leaped out of a nearby foxhole and threw the Lord of the Crown out of the trench.

At the moment when his will was broken, the Lord of the Crown noticed that the steppe elves were screaming at him.

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The black-haired young man who found himself the commander knocked down the steppe elf in front of him, the musket in his hand had been empty, and before he could reload, he used the butt of his gun to knock the other steppe elf to the ground, and the comrades who jumped into the trench with him wrestled with the steppe elves and kittens who were far outnumbered.

Let the sweeping sapper pickaxe, the young man nailed the steppe elf over with a bayonet, and before he could pull out the bayonet, the pain from his side made him know that he had been shot, as if he had been drained of strength in an instant, he fell to the wall of the trench, tilted his head and noticed the appearance of the murderer, it was a steppe elf who did not look like an adult.

A comrade-in-arms rushed over and cut the little cub to the ground, but before he could mend the knife, he was stabbed into the waist with a bayonet by the steppe elf girl who rushed over.

The comrade, who roared like a wild beast, let go of the musket and grabbed her neck with his hand.

He and she fell into the trench, and a steppe elf chiseled his mouth open with a duckbill hoe, and before he could swing a second time, a ghoul threw him to the ground, and the prairie elf's screams stopped abruptly with the bite, but in the next second, the explosion lifted the ghoul on his body, and the blood rain fell on the body and face of the black-haired young man, and the young man, who could not see what was in front of him, finally lowered his head.

"Where did Xiao Fang, this bastard die?!" Glancing at the second trench of the people of the Eastern Continent, the rotten heavy armor guard glanced around, and his comrades had already changed their bullets: "Rush with me!"

He climbed out of the trench and attracted fire with his comrades who were also rotten, and from time to time there were companions who wailed and went into a state of incineration because they had absorbed too many attacks with blessed silver bullets, and luckily the rotten guards did not take too much damage, and the lightly armed comrades overtook him and jumped into the trench, and he roared, and at the moment when he was about to rush into the trench, he stepped on something.

In the next second, he was a little dazed by the explosion, he was following the footsteps of his comrades, why was he fine, but he was blown up into the sky by a mine.

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The middle-aged man who was knocked to the ground by the shock wave turned his head and glanced at his colleague who was still flying in the air: "I told this guy, although he is not fat, the anti-armor mines of the people of the Eastern Continent are only two hundred and fifty catties of sensitivity." ”

As far as his heavy armor is concerned, he has gone to three hundred, and he is really unjust.

Getting up from the ground, the middle-aged man let go of the butt of the rifle and kicked the little prairie elf in front of him to the ground, and then grabbed the scimitar of the steppe elf who rushed over and wanted to fight with him with his hand, threw the steppe elf on the wall of the trench, threw out the scimitar, and the steppe elf who was stabbing his comrades with a bayonet was pierced through the chest by the scimitar.

"There's still a line of defense! Their troops are not enough!" Finding that there were no more moving steppe elves in the trenches, the middle-aged man shouted and gave an order: "Rush with me! Grab the teleportation array! We still have to fight!"

Taking the musket from the side of his comrades who had died in battle, he climbed out of the trench with his comrades who could still move forward, and as soon as he took two steps, the middle-aged man felt as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer, and he fell into the dirt that had once been a flower garden.

Struggling to climb for a while, he saw a prairie elf fall from a tree and the safety rope on his leg hung him from the tree.

The middle-aged man sat up, then struggled to touch the wound that was at the lower end of the ribs directly in front of his chest, sighed, and finally lowered his head weakly when he felt how cold the world was.

Rushing into the trench, the bone musketeer turned his head and glanced behind him, his comrades were pouring into the third trench of the Eastern Continent from this breakthrough in him, but he couldn't see the middle-aged man, although he knew that he must be dead, but this fact still gave him a headache and said What kind of veteran he was, this time it depends on how you blow.

"Commander, how are we going to charge!" someone shouted.

"Go ahead, do you see that tower?!!take it!"" After replying, the Bone Musketeer crawled out of the trench: "The people of the Eastern Continent are out of troops!" The third trench was empty, and he was ecstatic at the discovery.

The battle situation is still saved!

Even if the two towers are obtained by the people of the Eastern Continent, the New Edenians can still continuously invest their troops into this floating city through the teleportation tower!

"Rush!" he shouted, turning his head.

Then I noticed the stunned appearance of my comrades who had already climbed out of the trench.

Turning around, the Bone Musketeer saw a fearless corpse appear from bottom to top in the distance of the broken wall, and at its feet, there was a pile of steppe elves, and its body was crawling with kittens.

Seeing the kittens jumping down, seeing the revolver cannon in Dreadnought's right arm turning, the Bone Musketeer turned his head and roared with all his might.

"Take cover!"

Then the dreadnought cannon began to strafe accurately, and the bone musketeer was broken to pieces by the 30mm gun, and no matter how good the puncture and damage reduction, it could not stop the 30mm bullet from crushing.

Three minutes before the capture of the North Clock Tower, another elevator in the lower harbor was repaired, and the venerable Daring Do returned to the teleportation tower with reinforcements.