"Super exciting!" Looking out of the porthole, the steppe elf Ike Ottoto said loudly: "I just said, this kind of big scene must come once, we are here this time!"

"Don't play yourself to death! Hurry up and put on your armor! Get on deck!" shouted the commander.

Ike immediately put on the leather cuirass that his wife had prepared for him—the leather cuirass was lined with Mithril chain armor, and it was really perfect for a small man like Ike to protect his torso.

The troop carriers began to descend in altitude, a large number of battle mages and combat boats and chaotic air units competed for air supremacy, covering the successful landing of the troop carriers in the temple area, Ike disembarked with the crowd of people, listening to the bell that seemed to be close to his ears, and the warband began to line up in a wing to move forward, there should be a local logistics staff being guided.

"I suddenly began to sympathize with the swords and armor of the 18th and 19th centuries, guarding the heirlooms passed down from my ancestors, only to find that what I had learned for so many years was being discarded by the times. Standing in the queue, as a conscientious young historian who moved with the procession, Ike said nonsense to his friend: "Look at the muskets that those guys are firing, I heard that they are all good guys who were used in the last Chaos battle on Ashbee's side." ”

As a half-breed with a father of the Terrshan, Ike was supposed to follow his own kind, but he was eventually kicked out of the warband.

"We are a bachelor warband! If you have a family business, please don't come here to defile this flag!"

"There are so many girls who still want to take action against the young lady of the treatment team!

"Don't show affection!

It's really some kind of people who have no discipline at all, Ike ran back to Saturn and has a colony bubble, or the big guys on his mother's side, although he is fed dog food every day, but at least these guys have never moved the idea of expelling themselves.

"He is a top student in the Department of History. His companion said.

"Of course, that's why I got into the history department of Luna 1 with a perfect score, and history is really a long picture of a harsh style. At this point, Ike saw one of his own kind standing on the high platform where muskets and supplies were being distributed: "Bet, then the beautiful young lady will take out a tin horn in the next second and say something to encourage us, such as letting us go to the battlefield and kill the enemy or something." ”

Then they saw the young lady pull out a tin horn, she held it in her left hand, and in her right hand she held a piece of paper and began to read: "Two people with a gun! The one with the gun in front is dead, and the one in the back picks up the gun and continues to charge! We have a team of warlords! Those who escape will be executed by the mage with a series of fire explosions...... Is this the way you earthlings fight, it sounds stupid. ”

The group in front of him burst into laughter, and Ike jumped and didn't notice anything, but it was his tall friend who noticed the problem: "It seems that the guy in front handed a note to the girl." ”

"I knew it was those cattle from Company C, and this passage came from the remake of the soldiers coming to the city. Ike rolled his eyes: "And this is not what happened on the battlefield of the Soviet Union at all, those old hairy people may starve to death, but bullets and guns are absolutely enough, that stupid French director put his country's World War I experience on the heads of the Soviets, anyway, the dead will not defend themselves." ”

"You know so much. ”

"Please, how can I say that I am also a student who has entered the history department of the No. 1 National College with a full score in the No. 1 pit. ”

The team continued to move forward, Ike and his companion continued to chat, until they came to the stage, Ike immediately changed to a shy smile, and when he took the musket from the little girl's hand, the little man who could make meat jokes with his companion smiled sweetly: "Little sister, your skin is so white, is it good to be my girlfriend." ”

"Oh, Mr. Ike Ottoto, a guy like you is a big name in our circle, hurry up, or my father will find out and pick you off." The young lady on the stage was also smiling, but judging by the musket with the holster in her hand...... Ike raised his eyebrows, then pursed his lips, and finally followed the crowd with his head down and left the stage.

"I kind of understand why you've been expelled from so many warbands, you guy can be in heat as long as you are cute girls. His companion looked disgusted: "You really don't look like a good person." ”

"Is it also a sin to pursue a beautiful and lovely young lady?!"

"I'll go, I'm speechless!"

"Isn't that right, now, let me see what this guy is going to do. "As one meter two, Ike got a musket suitable for the operation of the steppe elves, although the caliber of the bullet is the same as an ordinary musket because it does not let the logistics master swallow the gun, but whether it is in recoil adjustment or anything else, it is at least half less than the ordinary model.

"Well, it should be pulling the bolt open, I'll see...... Very good, there are no bullets, which means that if you want to use this thing well, then at least load it with bullets, let me see......" Ike picked up the bridge clip cartridge, stuffed it into the loading port, pressed down the bullet hard, and put the bridge clip platoon away: "Well, yes, it's this kind of guy, Lee Enfield, judging from the appearance, it should be NO5, which was used in Southeast Asia during World War II...... But it looks a little shorter than the NO5. ”

"After all, it's the ultra-short carbine used by your steppe elves. Ike's friend said.

IKE SHRUGGED HIS SHOULDERS IN THIS REGARD, AND IT IS NOT WRONG TO SAY IT, THE LENGTH OF THE MUSKET USED BY ONE METER TWO IS USUALLY 750MM TO 1100MM, AND THE LENGTH OF THE 1100MM GUN CAN USUALLY ONLY BE USED FOR POSITIONING SHOOTING, THE PRAIRIE ELF HAS NO WAY TO HOLD A BIG GUY SIMILAR TO HIMSELF TO RUN ON THE BATTLEFIELD, AND 900MM IS A CARBINE RIFLE, WHICH IS WHAT A FRIEND CALLS AN ULTRA-SHORT CARBINE, FOR A BIG MAN, A 900MM CARBINE CAN ONLY BE REGARDED AS AN ULTRA-SHORT CARBINE - AFTER ALL, THESE DAYS, THE ELECTROMAGNETIC RIFLES IN THE HANDS OF THE EARTH FEDERATION SOLDIERS WEARING POWER ARMOR ARE ALL 1400MM LONG.

AND UNDER 800MM, THERE ARE ALL KINDS OF SHOTGUNS.

"By the way, I figured why not send us some shotguns. Ike's friend sighed as he looked at the standard rifle in his hand.

"What do you want to hit with it?" Ike glanced at his friend, "Our excellent shooter of the steppe elves can use this rifle to achieve the first hit at a range of 300 meters, and the shotgun can only pose a theoretical threat to the target at a distance of 100 meters, and now our opponent is the chaos below the city wall, do you think the shotgun can get them?"

"Hmm...... Okay, you convinced me, but are we going to the walls now?" said the big man, loading his bullets.

Ike was about to answer his old friend when the wall on the left hand side of his team suddenly collapsed.

When most of the people were stunned by this change, Ike pushed his company commander away, as a history student and military house, Ike ripped the whistle from the company commander's neck, and then blew this sharp whistle: "Disperse!!Prepare to shoot!!"

In the next second, screaming chaos poured in through the gap in the wall.