Stepping into the mud, Bakam frowned, for the mud was blood-stained, and the air smelled even more disgusting, and from the corpse truck in the distance, the wind drifting north filled his nose and occupied his olfactory organs.

The young New Eden Outlander never imagined that he would one day hate the smell of barbecue.

"Hi, your bullets. Following his companion to the logistics supply point, the blind supply officer handed over a small bag of ammunition.

Bakham flipped his bag: "It's only twenty rounds, and I don't think you guys have ever been so shabby as you are today." The young man looked at the supply officer in front of him, "You guy, you shouldn't steal supplies." ”

"Which idiot did I steal supplies to sell to? The supply officer rolled his eyes in earnest: "A soldier like you here only lives for three minutes! If you survive to find twenty targets, you can try to find more bullets from your teammates." ”

"One-eyed, are you cursing us? The commander behind Bakam asked unceremoniously.

"You'll probably live a little longer. "Confirming the epaulettes of Bakam's immediate superior, this supply officer added a bag of bullets.

"Damn, I feel that you have the air of a local tyrant all of a sudden. The squadron pistachio behind the commander, the halfling Himmler grinned, and he took a bag of ammunition from the supply officer: "Thanks, if anyone lacks this thing, I don't signal him to take it from my corpse." ”

"Very well, New Eden needs guys like you who know what to do. The supply officer nodded, as if pleased with the halfling's performance.

"I always felt like pigs being driven to the slaughterhouse. The friend in front of Bakham took a sip.

"It takes an electric shock to kill a pig, and to make us die, we only need to shoot a nine-millimeter shot at our head from the bastard on the other side. The dark elf in front of him turned, making a super-cold joke in a hoarse voice.

"Sam, Arin, you two are so naïve, it is said that here, anyone who uses nine millimeters of brain door is considered a good death. A dwarf trotted up from behind, and he was reloading his musket: "I just heard from the remnants of the second sequence that the large barbecue of the Eastern Continentals here never stops all day long, and it is normal to catch two thousand pounds of incendiary bombs with their faces. ”

"I'll you, my face is two thousand pounds, and the whole person is in the ground, okay? As a barbarian, my friend couldn't help but snort lightly.

"No, I think it's a quick death to be burned to death with two thousand pounds of face, at least you don't need to be yourself in the fire. The black elf propped his chin and continued his sneering joke.

"I think Alin is right, the face will at least die faster. The commander clapped his hands as he spoke: "It's to the front! Skirmishers!" The second and fourth squad forwards, the other squads follow, Xiao Zhang, carry your radio, follow me.

A halfling carrying a flat iron box with a soft antenna on his back ran over.

"To tell you the truth, where is our chariot and why are we following that pile of stinky meat, I'd rather breathe the heavily polluted air from the cart than walk with a pile of meat that has been rotting for an unknown amount of time. Himmler frowned and pinched his nose and complained.

"They were all killed by the chariots of the Eastern Continent, and it is said that the chariot crew is the wives of the meow winner. The commander replied as he confirmed the route of his squadron.

"Damn, this one is really sad for the hearer, and the listener is crying, this world is really unfair. Sam the Barbarian grumbled beside Bakham.

"The world has never been fair from the beginning, for example, me, a handsome guy like me can become a warlock, and you, can only be a big soldier. As a warlock, the comrades of the same team who had just come up from behind swept away the broken hair on their faces with some pride: "The long handsome man can do whatever he wants, everyone." ”

"Stinky and shameless Mark. "My teammates are giving out their middle fingers.

At this moment, a cannonball fell, everyone turned their heads, and saw the mud and human body raised in the distance, the commander shook his head: "It's too far, it is said that the people of the Eastern Continent hoisted a cannon to the bell tower behind their defense line, although our air power has always wanted to destroy the artillery, but the air power of the people of the Eastern Continent is stubbornly guarding there." ”

"That means we're going to have to take this kind of damage from now until we charge and rush into the trenches on the other side?" Bakam looked at the clock tower in the distance...... It's too far, at least a thousand yards.

"Not really. As the commander said this, a shell landed at the back of the line, causing no damage but a pile of mud.

"It's too far away, and the artillery crew on the opposite side wants to hit the cannonball to hate and stitch up the corpse. As soon as the commander finished speaking, there was another shelling, this time except for one unlucky bomb that blocked his head in the path of the shell, and the shell flew across the entire line and landed in front of the house behind them, and the corpse carrier of the finish car became the only two victims, and the grenade turned the whole car and its passengers into the past tense.

"Oh my God, it's disgusting. Himmler covered his mouth.

"If you feel disgusting, don't look at it, Stone Skin Technique! The commander shouted.

Bakam tore open the stone skin scroll that he had allotted to him, and his warlock teammates turned on the Earth Elemental Avatar, and the rest of his teammates were like Bakham, and Heilum also took out a helmet from his bag: "Look, what I found in the corner earlier should be left by the steppe elves." ”

"Yes, you put it on, and when the scuffle takes a while, everyone thinks you're a halfling from the Eastern Continent, and then they'll shoot bullets in your face before you can tell the difference. The Commander rolled his eyes at the halfling, "This death is perfect for your stupid new form. ”

Helime thought about it, and finally threw his helmet into the mud on the side.

"Three hundred yards to go, little ones, it's time to test your blood!" reminded the commander's lieutenant loudly.

"I don't think the bullets will hit me. Mark the Warlock was the first to speak.

"yes, but the guy on the other side with a grenade launcher might think you're aiming a little bigger. Arin smiled meaningfully.

At that moment, a dense cannon fire rang out, and everyone in the squad lowered their bodies, and looked in the direction of the cannon sound, a combat boat was flying towards the line next to them, and farther away, the stitched corpse had fallen into the mud.

As the combat boat flew over the next line, a large shuttle-shaped creature fell out of its lower abdomen, and Bakham and his friends watched as the big creature smashed into the face of the stitched corpse, and then a huge spark exploded in their sight.

By the time the unlucky guys next door chose to be themselves in the fire, Heelum was already covering his mouth and spitting.

"I don't want to eat barbecue anymore. The commander took a snort, pulled out his one-handed musket from his waist, and killed his comrade, who was struggling on his knees in the mud.