"What are you arguing about? "The commander of the 'Harlan of Bourg', little George of the Wood family, noticed his own men standing under the street lamp, and he walked over to find out what these men from different squadrons were arguing about.

The young men immediately opened their mouths, and they spoke without reservation, and the content of their words made little George have to look up at the street lamp above their heads: "You say the lampshade on the top of this thing moves?"

"yes, I see it moved. One of the young men said in a categorical tone.

"I think he was wrong, how could the street lampshade move. Another young man pointed to the lampshade: "I know that this world is a magical Middle Ages, but this does not mean that the street lamp can be refined." ”

Little George stared at the street lampshade in front of him and was silent for a while, and finally he shrugged his shoulders: "I don't think it should be a fine ......" After speaking, he looked at the peer who said that it had moved, "If you still feel so, then pay more attention to it, there is no more of you on the battlefield, and there is no less of you." ”

As he said this, little George noticed that all of his peers suddenly had their eyes crooked, and following their gaze, little George looked up and saw that the street lampshade was turning.

"As I said, this thing is moving. The young man who had cut the nail and cut the iron muttered.

"Well, this thing has been fine. The young man who was at odds with him reached out and scratched his head.

"What kind of spirit is it?!Get someone for me!There's a secret room underground!Dig it for me!" Little George was about to be by his own men.

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"What? You say they're trying to dig up the streets to the north?" the half-sized man with his head wrapped in bandages covered his ears with headphones on his ears, a little surprised by the message given by the commander of the combat boat: "Just above the people in the secret room?

I didn't dare to use bombs, but I was afraid that the new Edenkees who went down to the ground with 500 pounds of one shot did not kill a few, but collapsed the secret room.

But the commander of the combat boat was dumbfounded by the answer - all the incendiary bombs and bombs had been dropped, and even the machine guns were not much left, and New Eden had just put in a few more squads of banshees, and the combat boats that had finished the shells had already run away, and if it weren't for a team of battle mages entering, the New Eden would have the final say on their heads.

Raising his head and glancing at his target, the half-grown man finally sat up, "Those New Eden have discovered our guests!" he looked at his comrades in the trenches, "Tell me! What are we going to do!"

"Rush over!" the squad commander put the whistle in his mouth for the first time.

"Rush over!" The half-sized man who took the battle flag from the hand of the flag bearer strode out of the trench with the last earth elemental incarnation scroll for himself: "If I die!

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The lieutenant of the 'Harlan of Bourg' warband trembled.

The position in front was full of those violent half-sized men, just two minutes ago, they suddenly began to charge, the first trench was broken through in an instant, the regimental deputy immediately let the commander of the seventh regiment with reinforcements to the second trench, but it was useless, these half-sized sons used craters and trenches as cover, with smoke bombs and elementalized death squads rushed into the second line of defense, the commander of the seventh regiment was killed in the ensuing melee, and the regimental deputy and the commanders of each team quickly lost on the first line.

These half-sized sons used their strength to suppress the seniors who were perhaps more than one round older than them, and the regimental deputy watched the flag-holding earth element finally be banished, but before he could take a breath, another half-eldest boy grabbed the battle flag and continued to move forward.

The boy was quickly shot and fell, but another earth elemental took the battle flag and roared towards his defense.

Surrounded by bullets and falls, the trenches were covered with blood and wailing, the regimental deputy looked at the approaching enemies, and finally courage overshadowed everything, and he trembled and pulled the bayonet from the bayonet sheath at his waist and put it on the muzzle.

"Harlan of Bulg! Forward!" Climbing out of the trench, the regimental lieutenant roared: "No one will be a coward!"

Behind him, the warriors who were still able to move followed.

The two sides are approaching rapidly, and someone is being shot and falling every second, and the regimental deputy is also shot twice, but as a living dead, these two shots failed to make him fall, desperately brave, stabbing down a half-sized boy with injuries in exchange for injuries, and the next second, there is an axe to the head, blocking the axe with the butt of the gun, and before the regimental deputy can react, two bayonets pierced from his waist, this time, the regimental deputy can only wail and fall to the ground before the puncture wound of the silver bayonet.

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"I seem to hear something. The one-armed woman glanced up at the ceiling, and from the very beginning she felt a voice coming from the dirt layer above her head.

"Miss Zinda what's wrong with you. The lady of the couple blinked: "Is there a sound?" He turned and walked to the door of the room: "Honey...... What are our children doing, my dear. ”

"He's playing with periscopes. The gentleman's voice came.

The one-armed woman froze for a moment, then quickly walked to the periscope of this room, and just opened it for a look, causing the one to gasp: "Damn! they're digging through the dirt on top of us!"

With her exclamation, a pickaxe pierced through the dirt above their heads.

"Dig through!" came the lingua franca of joy from above.

Madame quickly took a revolver from the side shelf and threw it to the one-armed woman, while she herself took the shotgun: "My dear, we will talk about the children when we leave, now pick them up." ”

The one-armed woman shot the hole in the eyeball, and then walked quickly to the still burning pot and stove: "Madame, sir, take the children to the third way!" Then he used the small cutter at the bottom of the handle of the revolver to cut open all the flour bags on the table, and then flipped the bags of flour to the ground, and walked to Madame's side before the dust covered the whole kitchen, and the two of them closed the heavy blast door together.

Walking through the room, the husband had already picked up their children one by one, and the one-armed woman was opening the blast door leading to the third area, and then used a wrench to remove the round handle of the blast door, took it through the door, and then closed the blast door with his wife.

In the next second, a dull sound was heard in the aisle, and the one-armed woman followed the group for a few steps, then crouched down and arranged a long-prepared trickle in the corner.

Some guests always like to come uninvited.