"You bomb like this, will it scare them? Looking at the BBQ feast in the monocular, Marceau asked the target designator standing beside him.

"Don't worry, these earthlings are very iron-headed, half an hour ago I commanded a team of combat boats to smash incendiary bombs into their charging waves, killing a whole number of personnel, but these guys still rushed up, if it weren't for reinforcements, this defense line would be over. The pointy-eared steppe elf said with trepidation.

Marceau tilted her head, and as a meow from Earth, the kitten felt as if her brain was bulletproof.

But the truth is not wrong, the New Eden people don't care about any casualties at all, after destroying two more squads, the opposing infantry began to shoot at each other, and the large stones thrown by the trebuchets from the rear of the New Eden Front also began to kill the defense line of the Eastern Continentals, these stones made of various construction waste materials hit a three-story small building, and directly turned it and a small team of steppe elf musketeers into numbers in the battle damage record.

Of course, things like trebuchets are more about fate, and when fate arrives, the above situations will naturally occur, and more often, Marceau can only watch them streak through the air, and finally don't know where they have fallen...... I hope it won't hit the flowers and plants in the back.

"Reinforcements from New Eden have appeared. Marceau used his monoculars to confirm that the New Eden Infantry was visible in the distance, and the guys who appeared on the edge of the flare looked like they were trying to break through this line of defense.

The idea is very good, but it's a pity that everyone in the Eastern Continent also uses this as the starting point for the counteroffensive, so there is only one question next - who has the more iron head.

"By the way, did the shelling convoy arrive. ”

"Arrived, just wait for the dawn. ”

With this answer, Marceau turned his head to look to the east, the summer of Ashurby, the dawn was early.

………………

Mimien Salari had not slept all night, and his artillery convoy had traveled all the way from the north-western frontier of Ashupi to Rolandvado, aided by logistical support boats, not just to fire a few shots, of course.

This time, in order to support the troops on the front line, Mimian Saari's artillery convoy brought two large base shells, one base of twenty-four rounds, which was absolutely sufficient...... Well, well, that should be enough.

Although his brother swore that the two base cannons were enough to tie the intestines of the new Edenyan, Mimian Sarri had heard that the bullets fired by Roland Valdo in the past few days had made the rear military factories almost crazy, and all the factories were making them day and night, but there was still a gap, if it weren't for the steppe elf assembly plant in the Northland to fill this hole, I was afraid that everyone who was desperate in Roland Valdo could only use the burning stick in their hands to smash people.

But it's said that the new Eden on the other side didn't get any benefit.,Their arms factories can't compare to the Eastern Continent in terms of the number of workers or factories.,If it weren't for the fact that the player also had workers.,And several factories in the fallen area of Sha'an have resumed work.,These guys have long run out of bullets.,Yesterday I heard that a soldier only had twenty bullets.,Shot out can only be found from the corpses of their own people.,It can be said that it's on the verge of running out of ammunition and food.。

After the war moved from cold weapons to hot weapons, it was no longer the warrior's martial arts that decided the war, just like the damage caused by the crossbow to the knight class, the musket was a fatal test for all the warriors of the cold weapon era, and in the face of combat boats and incendiary bombs, the dense array was like suicide.

"Since this opening, it is no longer the mages and knights who will decide the direction of war in this world, but industry, and the kingdom composed of mortals with a large industrial base will surely sweep this world. "Old friends of Mimian always like to say that.

But some friends say that such a kingdom still lacks something called 'faith', not faith in the gods, but loyalty to itself.

yes, just as their square ears and pointed ears believe, the favor is ten times greater, and the revenge is a hundred times.

Thinking of this, the young steppe elf noticed that a fellow kind climbed on the front of the car where he was, and took out a piece of paper from the satchel in front of him: "It's the coordinates of the artillery bombardment, please launch ten rounds of artillery bombardment on it before the attack is launched, and in the next battle, the front-line commander will guide you to launch an artillery bombardment, there will be a wing of battle mages to protect the sky above your heads, and if you are a ground force, there is Your Excellency the Commander in front of you, please rest assured." ”

"Understand, who the commander is. Mimian glanced at the data on the paper and asked.

"Marceau Sue. The Courier said the name with reverence: "The most hated guy of the new Edenkees, our good kitten cub." ”

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White Dane, son of Dane.

Roland Valdo's battle commander is now kneeling in front of his sister's stretcher, just now, his sister Jingli died on the front line, as the third of the second batch of children, the second of the sisters, the eldest daughter of the May mother plays the role of the eldest sister among the sisters, and even the girl Qian also listens to her in terms of family affairs.

Now, she is also dead in this hell, a nine-millimeter bullet burrowing through her chest, cutting off all life.

Even if it's just a game, White is also afraid, because he is afraid that maybe one day the children of the Bai family will go to the real battlefield, and at that time, death will no longer be an embarrassment that can be dismissed by siblings with a sentence of 'see you offline'.

To be honest, how many urban areas can be recovered by this counteroffensive, and White is not clear about the reinforcements that can arrive in these two days...... Too few, more player warbands are building a second line of defense - many people think Roland Valdo can't hold it anymore, this flesh mill has consumed at least 400,000 lives in just four days, thousands of tons of ammunition have been dropped here, and the entire city has been reduced to rubble, and there is not a single intact building in the city.

As long as they can recapture the bridgehead on the north side of the bridge, for White, the counterattack has already achieved its goal, and for two more days, even if they have to choose to retreat, they have been defending this lonely city for a whole week, giving the second line of defense a week.

When the time comes, he will personally lead the team to the end, and the sons of Dane have sacrificed for the city, but they are far less than the heroes who threw the entire warband into it, so White feels that he deserves to die in this doomed city with the heroes who are willing to fight for the survival of others.

He is the son of the Bai clan and the son of Dane, the child of the great war hero and the good standard-bearer of this world.

………………

"Albert Manan, why did you come to this hell. ”

Albert Manan, who was sitting in a chair made of broken bricks, was pulled back from his memory by a voice as beautiful as a bell.

He turned his head and glanced at his new companion sitting not far away—a steppe elf girl with square ears.

"This is my uncle's territory, and I just wanted to come over and do me a favor. Manan's attendants had been lost, and now Albert Manan was alone, but he still joined the counterattack without hesitation.

"Wow, a nobleman, speaking of which, Mr. Albert, you don't look like a nobleman at all. The big man next to the steppe elf girl said with a smile.

Albert glanced at the puddle in front of him, reflecting a filthy self, and he smiled: "I haven't taken a bath for four days, I've grown so big, I've never taken a shower for so long." ”

"But like a man. The steppe elf girl said.

“…… Yes, everyone says that when the sky falls, there is always a tall man to resist it, I am a man from the Manan family, I will not be a deserter, let alone a coward. The young nobleman grinned.

A little prairie fairy who brought water came over with a water cart, and Albert's new friends took the small kettle from the cart, and everyone opened the spout of the kettle, and touched the kettle as if it were at a drinking party.

"For the warriors of the Manan family. A foreigner laughed.

"And for you. Albert smiled and nodded.

"Peace to Your Excellency Commander Marceau!" cheered loudly from the kittens.

"Bless us too!" said the steppe elf girl.