"Get ready for smoke grenades! Don't use peppery ones! We're attacking this time!" a steppe elf screamed.

"Get ready, compatriots, get on the bayonet! Whoever drops the chain! Go home and wait to be skinned by the eldest sister!" shouted the kitten man from the side!

The hoplite was swept by from a low altitude, the 20mm cannon was working on the other side of the line, and the bombs dropped from the wings were all over the place, but soon, one of the hoplites was hit, it rolled and fell, and finally set off a sea of fire, while the other quickly climbed high and disappeared without a trace.

Then the battle mages of both sides entered, and the negative energy missile and the magic missile were shot out from the missile bay carried by each other's air combat modules, and the battle mages who turned on the shield soon approached the distance of hand-to-hand combat, muskets, sacred beam swords and negative energy beam swords cut through the air, and from time to time unlucky guys fell freely from the air.

"The bombardment has arrived! Get ready!"

With the commander's shout, there was a loud thunderous sound from the rear of the line, only to see one meteor-like thing after another cut through the sky, and anything that stood in its path was shattered, and they finally fell on the heads of the New Eden, the High Shield Technique lost its effect after blocking the thirteenth time, and then there was a loud noise from the rear of the line, it was a whole row of red meteors, densely gathered in a concave arc, they cut through the sky, and fell on the New Eden's defense line with the momentum of breaking the dark clouds。

There were explosions everywhere, and the ground shook like a mountain.

"Smoke bombs!" shouted a steppe elf.

"Put on a gas mask!" the kitten man screamed.

The commander, who was small, with chocolate-colored skin, but wearing a velvet coat and a big-brimmed hat that he had gotten out of nowhere, and a small pistol was lifted out of the trench by the big man, and he waved vigorously on the edge of the trench with his little hand holding a small musket, and with the other little hand he held an iron horn and shouted vigorously: "Forward, my compatriots, or the Overseer will shoot!"

Then the big men, who were said to be French from Earth, rushed out of the trenches with a scream, and at the end of the line there was even a military band playing an unknown tune.

"Those earthlings are crazy, where are the Overseers, they didn't even leave the reserves, what's the matter with the band!?" asked a kitten with a puzzled face.

"Leave these neurotics alone! Let's go! Whose team will wash everyone's socks at the latest when they get to the opposite side!"

So all the kittens rushed out of the trench in a hurry.

"Keep up! Don't watch the show! Our kittens are going crazy again!" was the scream of the steppe elves.

………………

Michelle Whisperer, the first sequence of the New Eden Ingmar Roon Warband, and the Lord of the Chief Crown of the Fifth Regiment.

The hand holding a teacup full of negative energy was trembling slightly, sitting in the middle of the headquarters, looking at the commanders of the defense line standing in front of him.

"Who is guarding the first line of defense? ”

He looked at the sand table in front of him, and the soul fire in his eyes was rolling.

"The Luolin War Regiment from Mo Dankui, all the members below the Grand Master have died in the first line of defense, and the guys from the Eastern Continent have directly smashed the central defense area of the first line of defense with a wave of covering artillery bombardment. Some balding middle-aged players explained like a cannon: "Grand Master Rollin Daniel and his staff officers were directly hit, and everyone was gone, and his Guards Regiment on the defensive line suffered heavy casualties, and our allies, the Iron Song Warband from Olinda, were unable to drive out the Eastern Continent Warband that rushed over with all their might. ”

"Do those Eastern Continent guys have three heads and six arms!" said Michelle, growling a little uncontrollably.

"In addition to some steppe elves and kitten people on the other side, there are also three regiments of French Yankees, and three flag-carrying girls have been confirmed in the charging line, and one of them has been killed in the melee. The bald player immediately picked up the topic.

Michelle immediately fell silent - no matter who knows, if the flag-bearer girl in the French warband dies on the battlefield, then the players of the entire group will give up retreating, and dying in the same land with the saint is almost the best destination in the eyes of these neurotics, this chief can imagine the dilemma faced by everyone in the Iron Song- The dark-skinned Frenchman, who was white-skinned and white-skinned, could hide alone in the crater, and when the Iron Song queue approached, he would pull the fuse of the fishing tools on his chest, and then sing the Marseillaise and crash headlong into the Iron Song procession.

This is a terrifying unit that has been more peeing on the living side than the self-exploding bugs since the first open era, and every time in battle, everyone is told that the bigger your target, the better your chances of being found by these guys.

"They must be driven out, the pressure on Lamberton City behind us is no less than ours here!Tell everyone in the Iron Song that when they die in the charge, I will personally lead the team into battle!" Michelle leaned back in his chair, thought for a moment, and slammed the pencil in his hand on the sand table: "The stupid [beep-beep] of the intelligence department! Shoot at least 200 shells in one round! How did they get up in motion! Didn't anyone in the sky see it?!"

"Your Highness, we have informed the aborigines that judging from the flight arc of the shells during the shelling and the size of the witnesses, it is definitely heavy artillery, I don't know how it came about, but it is definitely the use of mechanical dragging, and it is impractical to use mules and horses to drag these huge objects, so it should be very simple to find the convoy, and I have even ordered several squadrons of battle mages in my warband to conduct an armed search. The middle-aged man said with an affirmative expression.

“…… Excellency Midamaiah, hard work. Michelle nodded: "Your Excellency's merits, I will personally explain it to the prince." ”

"There, we all fought for the glory of the conqueror. The middle-aged man smiled and nodded.

Just then, a bone player rushed into the command: "Lord Midamaiah, we've found the convoy!"

"Where?!" the middle-aged man asked.

"How is the air defense of the other side!" Michel was more concerned about this question.

"Two battlemages from Garil's squadron who have escaped! They have found the heavy artillery team in the A15 area! Completely mechanized! There is at least one wing of steppe elf battle mages and ten white dragon knights guarding them!"

"I know!" Michelle jumped up, he looked at the A15 area of the sand table: "White Dragon Knight, the steppe elves of the Dragon's Claw Fortress! Those engineering masters must have found too many good things from Lanxia Island and the Battle of Dreams...... Tell the command center! We must leave that convoy in the A15 area! Let our battle mage wing pass! Even if everyone dies! Interrupt at least one of the gun carriages! Go!!"