Zhou Zhiqian, management officer, New Eden Military Intelligence Agency, Ashbee Countermeasures Department, Roland Valdo Countermeasures Team.

Riding in the flying cabinet carried by the bone dragon, the young man who was in action glanced at the banshee beside him, "New life, how does it feel." "As a senior of the Military Intelligence Agency, Zhou Zhiqian accepted the order of His Excellency the Surveying Officer to help him take care of his daughter.

This is really interesting, Zhou Zhiqian never thought that he would become a nanny one day, especially the identity of this girl.

"It's okay, but why are we here today. "This girl chose a banshee template, the banshee's undead spirit originally sounded very charming, but here in this girl, pure like a child.

The spirit was dressed in heavy robes, and spoke of it as a banshee...... Forget it, this kind of thing definitely has something to do with the measurement officer, and if this kind of man doesn't want his daughter to be charming, I'm afraid that this girl can even wear full-body plate armor.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhiqian picked up the umbrella on the shelf on the side: "Let's get the combat records of the tanks, and the front-line commander has transferred three tank groups, a total of twelve tanks to join the battle, hoping that they can play a combat effectiveness that matches the cost." ”

This kind of battle record, after obtaining it, just copy it and give it to the seven places, which is why when others are unwilling to do it, Zhou Zhiqian will take over this job.

Just as he was saying this, the flying cabinet fell to the ground, Zhou Zhiqian jumped out of the flying cabinet from the door, and Luo Bing flew down with him.

"Why doesn't Mr. Zhou become a corpse or another undead template, so that he is not afraid of rain. The girl asked curiously.

"Because I am alive, I can feel the pain of this world. After Zhou Zhiqian finished speaking, he noticed the new Eden dispatcher who ran towards him: "I am the management officer of the Ashurbi countermeasures department, the management officer of the Roland Valdo countermeasures team, here is the identity certificate, I came here to understand the speed of the advance of the war, and to obtain the combat record of the chariot, the old men above want to know if this thing is good or not." ”

"It's definitely easy to use, it's just that our fleet is all idiots, four of which were killed by the anti-tank infantry of the Eastern Continent, and the other four have just been killed by the Eastern Continent's chariots in front. Hearing Zhou Zhiqian's mission introduction, he shook his head very painfully: "It's really a hell of a life." ”

"The enemy also has a chariot?" this was for Zhou Zhiqian...... It was good news, but he had to ask in great surprise.

"That's right, Your Excellency, the chariot of the Eastern Continent has killed our chariot, its appearance has at least hundreds of direct witnesses, it is a fat-looking chariot, unlike our canned square chariot, ah, you see, our chariot has been towed back. ”

"That's right, it was dragged back, if it weren't for the infantry, I'm afraid these vehicles would have to be left for the people of the Eastern Continent as gifts. One of the undead who used a heavy corpse cart to drag the chariot off the battlefield nodded: "The two chariots that were directly killed after being hit by the enemy are still on the battlefield, these two were simply destroyed, I have seen where the shells penetrated, the caliber is larger than our cannons." ”

"How did the members of the tank crew survive. Zhou Zhiqian asked.

"There isn't a lucky one. Here's the answer.

However, Zhou Zhiqian did not go in vain, although the battle of the chariot was said to be a failure, but the New Eden people are not all fools and fools, these battle records, how much will be useful.

For example, whether the Eastern Continent chariot is eye-catching, and the traversal capacity of the chariot in such heavy rain...... All in all, whether it was the Measurer and the old men, or the princess and their sisters in the Seventh Division, they would love this gift.

………………

Marceau is desperate - what a big opening on the front line, the ghouls and demons of New Eden can't be killed at all, the light of heaven grenades can't stop the footsteps of these cannon fodder, although the defense line he is in is nailed to the spot, but it really can't stand the defense line on both sides is dented, if they don't retreat here, they are afraid that they will be surrounded and beaten in minutes.

I really don't know how to fight.

As soon as they retreated to this defensive line, within five minutes, the people of New Eden pounced like mad dogs, and the two sides started a scuffle in this neighborhood.

Marceau could only run for his life and put out fires everywhere.

Twenty minutes later, there was bad news again, the nearby steppe elf warband had exhausted the last company, and the entire defense line had been broken through by the New Eden, and now with that point as the center, the New Edenians were outflanking.

"Retreat. "The local player warband of Roland Valdo chose to stay behind, and Marceau could only continue to retreat with a few defensive forces, including the few steppe elf musketeers.

Thanks to the warbands of players from nearby cities who had stopped the New Edenians from attacking, Marceau didn't know how long she would have been running with these remnants.

But even so, Marceau and the others were only five hundred meters away from the south of the bridge.

Looking at the New Edenians who rushed up again, Marceau gritted his teeth and unfurled his battle flag, which was a white cat footprint coat of arms on a black background, a flag given by the elders.

Although he didn't know the meaning, looking at the expectant eyes of the old man, Marceau felt that this should represent the deep affection of the elders.

"I'm standing here right now, not taking a step back. Looking at the commanders standing in front of him: "Tell everyone that I am here, with them, fighting for the world doomed to destruction in the eyes of the enemy." ”

"Yes, Your Highness. The commander of the steppe elves nodded heavily, and he looked a little pale in one eye.

"It's an honor to fight alongside a hero like you. The elf of the long-eared Orion seed lowered his head: "This is the long-eared warband of Orion, please drive us to your heart's content, Your Highness." ”

"You're right, Your Excellency. The commander of the Earthling's warband nodded in response to Marceau's gaze.

"Our grandfathers fought for this world to get out of the sea of suffering, our fathers fought for this world not to be swept away by the mad king, and today it's our turn, a great reincarnation. The commander who had the appearance of a Tyre stared at Marceau with his large, round eyes.

In the end, Marceau looked at the last commander in the field, it was a gray-haired kitten, noticing Marceau's gaze, he lowered his head: "Being able to gather under this battle flag is like a dream, it turns out that you are really ......" The kitten said incoherently, smiling and wiping the rain on his face: "It is our honor to be able to fight under your command, Your Highness." ”

“…… I'm not Your Highness, I'm just an ordinary person who doesn't want to disappoint my friends, let this world sink, and make this flag lose its color. After Marceau finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and patted the kitten's head: "You move the loyal clans in your respective warbands to the rear, and then please join me in sacrificing each other for the sake of this city." ”

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