In the face of the battlefield, a person's strength is so small, no matter how strong the arcane art, it is impossible to change the outcome of a battle - just such a half-plane, if you really want to open a battle super spell, this land is not enough to blow up, and it is not a good idea to end up together. What's more, today's players don't have the equivalent of exhausting the capital, with an average level of 70, and in the face of the half-step legend, which is still unpassable, there is nothing to do with it, which is actually a true portrayal of many players.

"But I can't watch this city go to ruin, we come to this city, and even though it's always hot during the day, and even though it gets cold at night, it's our second home. The middle-aged man sitting in the trench muttered as he listened to the whistling from far and near, "Hide! Chaos Bombardment!", he shouted loudly, and blew the whistle stuffed into his mouth, which was a notification to all the surviving players in the area to enter the anti-artillery hole.

Arcane-reinforced trenches are rarely able to be blown down by the Chaos' small-caliber cannons, the only problem is that if this thing accidentally hits the trench directly, the player in that section of the trench will not think about leaving anything behind, as the fragments and shockwaves can tear apart all the creatures they can get their hands on along the trench.

"We have more than twenty people missing, old Leo, can our group still withdraw? "Whether it's judging by the actual age on the ID card or the appearance, the person who said this is a newcomer to the warband.

"Don't keep thinking about withdrawing, the guy with such thoughts will either die at gunpoint or be killed by Chaos. The middle-aged man replied without raising his head while leaning back on his boots, blood dripping down the upper of his boots.

Glancing at the ground of the anti-artillery hole, the blood and water gathered into a depression here, and the middle-aged man had to choose to put the soaked boots back on his feet.

The cannon sound gradually stopped, and the middle-aged man poked his head out, glanced at the trench, and then patted the cave wall: "Bato, Li, you two go out and see if the Chaos Dogs have touched it." ”

The two named members, apparently old members, buckled their helmets to their heads and trotted into the trench, and after a while one of them came running: "Head! The bomber hole next to us has collapsed! Bartow saw Chaos, and these mongrels came up." ”

"I knew that trouble was always going to come out of nowhere, you guys went to the line, Jon, Midaro, Zhao and Cole came with me. "When everyone in the cave ran out, the middle-aged man noticed that a white spiky tail kitten cub was carrying a 'toy gun' that looked like a prairie elf and ran out of the hole after the team.

"Hey, you're ......" went through the list of recruits in his mind, and the middle-aged man felt that he didn't have the last name of the kitten man on the list of recruits in his warband - considering the strong race of the kitten people, basically even half-breeds would use the surnames of their kitten people's parents, so ...... "Who are you, you don't look like one of our warbands. ”

"Just a skirmisher. The kitten turned around when he heard this, and the little face that appeared under the brim of the gray hooded leather robe replied, his left eye seemed to be blind, and an eyepatch was worn on his face, and the right eye that could be used was like ink, and considering the color of his coat, it looked like a: "Chinese?"

"Well, yes. The kitten nodded, and he smiled, seemingly very satisfied that he was not identified as another Asian.

"Well, I'm glad you can fight here, after all, we are very welcome to be able to die with us, young man, be careful, don't stupidize yourself to death. After admonishing the kitten, the middle-aged man took his team to save people.

If there is no mistake just now, the hole should be used by C Company, Leo took a hoe and pickaxe from his bag, this thing was taught to him by his grandfather, who was a soldier, whether it is used to dig foxholes, or to dig out the chaotic brain, it is a first-class good use.

Now that it had a new place to work, the middle-aged man found the original entrance to the collapsed anti-artillery hole, and he began to dig hard, while several steppe elves ran over on the other side, wearing power fists - a product of alchemy and engineering that allowed the steppe elves to gain +6 strength, and the shell was hard, which was also good for digging.

It's Company A's group of shooters, well, it looks like they have a lot of people on their side, and they don't need to get them on top of the line.

Soon, the hole was dug open, and a little head immediately poked out: "Oh my God! You're coming so fast! I thought we'd die in there." ”

"Don't block our construction position with your head, you idiot. The steppe elf stuffed the head of this fellow kind back into the hole, and then with the cooperation of outsiders, the hole was completely opened, and several injured unlucky people were dragged out first, then the hole was still moving, and finally Hei Ao glanced at the three who fell in the hole: "Dead?"

"Well, the shell blew up at the mouth of the cave and scraped them down. The steppe elf who had just poked his head out said helplessly.

"Bad luck, okay, go back to your own defense, chaos has come up. Listening to the gunfire on the defense line gradually intensifying, the middle-aged man turned around and walked towards the defense line where his company was located, the young company commander had no combat experience, and it was okay to be brave and fierce in the world of DND, but this battle, whether it was friend or foe, had raised the firepower projection to a level close to World War II.

In this era of cannibalism with steel, the brave and ruthless end is to be smashed to pieces by a chariot grenade, and the company commander and company deputy died together, so the middle-aged man can only take over the position of commander by himself - the older one is either killed in battle or seriously injured and dragged to the rear, and he is younger than him and has not much seniority, so it seems that he is the only one.

This made him very uncomfortable with his lazy nature, but in order for his companions in his company to live longer, the middle-aged man could only do his best.

Walking through a section of trenches, which are fifty meters from the city wall, are used as anti-dip trenches, which means that there is a breast wall and full trench depth on the side facing the enemy, and there is only a small ditch fifty centimeters deep on the side facing the city wall, so as to avoid allowing Chaos to use the trenches after they grab them.

Considering that he would need to lower his head to avoid exposing his head if he climbed up next, the middle-aged man buckled his helmet and climbed up two steps, and he saw the kitten.

The latter held his 'toy gun', which, although a little smaller, was known to everyone that the steppe elves were engineering experts in the minds of all players. Prairie elves are the first in science in all races' This sentence is not a joke, these little men have invented a lot of things, it is convenient for muskets, and the semi-automatic rifles that use the magazine are just taken out by the prairie elves, although the recoil of this thing is large, but it is absolutely no problem for human players to use it, although the accuracy of this thing is not as high as bolting, but it is a good combination of firepower and rate of fire, at medium and close range, two semi-automatic rifles and shooters who can play can press a team of chaos on the opposite side and can't get up.

The kitten in front of him was closing the bolt, and he was selecting the target through the quadruple mirror on the gun, which made the middle-aged man very curious - the qualified scope is usually from the hands of the steppe elf engineer, this kitten doesn't look like a half-breed, if it is really a half-blood, there should be no steppe elf group will give him this thing, this is a restricted item after all.

Following the muzzle of his gun, the middle-aged man saw the chaos in the distance, these guys were very cunning, approaching the defense line through the passages between the ruins, and only attacking when they reached a certain number - these cunning guys.

At this time, a gunshot rang out, and the middle-aged man saw a chaos who had just run out of the ruins and fell down.

Huh? Not blindfolded?

The middle-aged man raised his hand and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose - the bad trait (poor eyesight) left behind in order to gain two intellectual specialties in the past is really a pain in himself.

But looking at it this way, as long as the kitten's gun sounds, there must be chaos to the ground, and when he changes the magazine, the middle-aged man is shocked to realize that this kitten actually hit a magazine without missing a bullet.

Where did this big-handed marksman come from?