"Is it really okay on the outlander's side?" King Faisal looked to his left, there was a shout of killing, the battle mage wing in New Eden led the wailing banshees, with the determination to completely ignore the loss and the steppe elf battle mage wing that rushed over to fight against the attack, the ground has been blown up to the surface of the moon, the edges of large and small explosion craters are full of blood and gunsmoke, the ground troops on both sides kill each other, the life of the soldier is so short that it takes seconds to calculate, hit to the most critical juncture, it is said that the soldiers of New Eden have hit the circular defense line of the Marceau commander several times, and even the commander himself has engaged in hand-to-hand combat several times。

"I don't think it's going to be a problem, it's a powerful being who can reassure Lady Lily. Beside him, the chief mage of the royal family had a light smile on his face: "Your Majesty, that is a famous general who has experienced the Battle of Lanxia Island and the Battle of Dreams." ”

“…… You're right. Furrowing his brow, Faisal nodded in agreement with his chief mage's opinion, "Let's see how far that kitten goes." ”

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Marceau was so busy that he didn't have time to pull out the axe on the head of the New Edenkee who was lying upside down on the edge of the trench, and in both hands he held a one-handed musket, his tail just broken by a stray bullet, and God knows where the bullet flew.

Shooting the two New Eden Skirmishers with his bow left and right, the kitten knocked down the pounced gnome with his shoulder, grabbed his legs and threw the gnome out of the circle, which had already been hit by an unknown number of shots while still flying in the air - the whole battlefield was now in full swing, and anyone who dared to rise two meters above the average altitude would have to be prepared to be cared for by all the accurate shooters, after all, this kind of sudden 'flying' target will always attract more attention.

At this time, he was finally free, Marceau pulled the hand axe out of the head, turned around, and the axe in his hand was thrown by him to the side of Bunetani, and the halfling who wanted to sneak attack the girl was hit in the chest of the hairy bigfoot, and he directly took it out - after all, it is in the state of earth elementalization, and it needs strength and strength, agility and agility.

And Bunetani didn't notice what Marceau was doing, the girl was holding her bayonet high, desperately stabbing the big man under her, and the other two steppe elves were desperately pressing the big man, these three girls didn't notice that the New Eden they were pressing were about to be pierced into honeycomb coals, and the steppe elves and New Edenians around them could confirm that the battle was about to end.

With a shrill whistle, a large group of steppe elves and kittens rushed from the north of the line, and with their help, Marceau was finally able to have the confidence to drive these new Edenkees out of the line once again in the next battle.

Looking around, there were corpses everywhere, the third squadron had long been gone, and the commander had pulled the safety of the grenade ten minutes earlier and was wiped out with the enemy who had rushed into the defensive line, and one meter two for at least a dozen new Edenyantes, in his words, made a lot of money.

The first squadron to come to support was also gone, and the last kitten-man was now leaning against the wall of the trench beside Marceau, his head tilted to the side, and his chest was covered with shrapnel wounds, and the blood was already running out.

The second squadron that came to support was also exhausted, and just now, the 1.2 men who had finished their bullets finally chose to fight hand-to-hand with the big man with bayonets, and the number of survivors was afraid to reach single digits, and Marceau couldn't even figure out where their captain died.

The Earth players of the sixth squadron, who came to support the third one, together with the one-meter two, used their flesh and blood to block the attack of this wave of New Edenes, and the survivors among them ...... Marceau couldn't see any big men at all.

The big cats of the Second Squadron have now lost more than half of their battles, and if it weren't for them, the battle line would have been breached, and they are still holding out here, preventing the New Edens from encircling the entire defensive line.

The Cyrites of the 4th Squadron fought until the last moment, and their position was finally broken through, and it was Marceau who took the Long-Eared of the 7th Squadron to regain it, for which half of the Long-Eared soldiers fell in a pool of blood.

There are also the 8th and 9th squadrons, these dwarves played by Earth players with axe-bladed muskets on the front line, and every time the New Edenians break through the defense, they and the big cats finally seal the gap again.

Now it is the 10th Squadron and the 11th Squadron, these kittens and square ears have proved their courage to Marceau with their actions, in this ghost place full of corpses, even the cats like Marceau who are used to seeing death are a little uncomfortable - the earth elemental catcubs looked around a little blankly, the once familiar appearance is gone, the people who have been seen have disappeared, and every moment, there are old people disappearing and new people appearing on this line of defense.

Then he saw Bunetani, the girl whose face was covered in blood, but who was still stubbornly standing thirty yards away from him, and finally, Marceau laughed, "Protect yourself." He whispered to her.

"Hmm. The girl nodded slightly to show that she understood, and then the blood-stained girl held the long knife.

There were no large confessions, no sensational descriptions, and Marceau only felt some warmth in his heart.

"The mongrels of New Eden are here again!" This is the voice of the guard post in front, and the kitten's voice is full of despair: "Why have they broken through the defense line again!

These bastards seem to want to kill cats, even don't want their lives, the defense line composed of big cats and dwarves is like an abyss, but these guys are every time they fill the line of defense with the number of people, the exchange ratio of the big cats and the new Eden people on the front line has reached fifteen to one, it can be said that the head is spilled blood, some of the guys who rushed over even shouted the slogan that the head can be broken and the blood can flow, I want to abuse the cat a thousand times, but maybe there are too many kittens on the scene, these guys are face blind, and they have recognized the wrong cat cub several times, and the last cat cub in the fifth squadron was shot black because of this, and died as Marceau's substitute for the dead ghost with hatred。

Please, that cat cub is yellow-haired! And Ben Meow is black-haired! You don't even know the color of Ben Meow's coat, so you scream to kill the cat and save your sister, are you big guys repeaters?!

In fact, it's not that the big cats are not powerful enough, the key is that the big cats are just such an independent squadron, and there are only 400 of them, and more than half of them have been killed in battle.

The number of cats is still too small, and if there are 4,000 of them, it would be hellish if these guys could break through the defense line before the big cats lost seventy percent.

Watching the New Edenians rush out of the smoke of gunpowder, Marceau raised his freshly loaded musket - meow, come on, this cat wants to see who has a harder neck and a more iron head today.