"It's almost night, square-eared guys, our Grand Master wants to know if you have prepared the light of heaven and flares?" The signal corps of the big man wargroup with friends stumbled all the way to the top of the hill, this man was covered in mud, and there was a lot of blood and mud on his face, to which Akemi pointed to the small projectile cannon behind him - this kind of thing can fire flares, and using a primer to push, it can push a solid projectile body with a small parachute into the air about twenty meters in the air:" Rest assured, we've got it ready for everyone, and those little ones have been planning to send these things forward since two hours ago. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"That's wonderful, I'll go back and tell our Grand Master the good news. The two-legged signal soldier went all the way down, and Mingen, who was beside his sister, watched this guy run and suddenly seemed to be kicked off, and then rolled all the way to the bottom of the hill, and his big friends quickly helped him up.

"Sister, what do you think Marceau's mother is thinking?" Akemi, who sat on the ammunition box, asked as she looked at the line of defense under the mound.

"This is really a difficult puzzle to solve, my sister, Marceau's mother is a sinking fish, and a standard multi-faceted spy, there is a part-time job of a pretender is almost a sure fact, from what we have seen and heard on Lanxia Island to now, I really can't understand her thinking circuit, whether she is controlled by the evil god, and whether she has her own thoughts and consciousness...... It's all an unsolved mystery. My sister sighed as she picked up the sandbag used as a cover.

Regarding her sister's analysis, my sister nodded: "Yes, Marceau's mother, as a legend, should have been crusaded after being transformed into an undead pirate, but we have checked almost all the adventurers' guilds and navigators' guilds in the coastal areas, and we have not found any records of her crusade bounties...... It's not normal, it's absolutely abnormal. Looking at the sunset on the sea level, Akemi bit her nails, she and her sister have been looking for too much information recently, which makes them the most suspicious: "My sister, could it be that Marceau's mother is still in contact with Madame Lily, or is it ...... She still has an oath with some other being, so all the organizations have acquiesced to her existence?"

"That's right, what about the attack on Marceau in Mashatil before, the entire city was destroyed, and those beings couldn't have let such a terrible murderer go unpunished. Minn looked at the busy big men in the defense line under the hill: "So, whether it is reality or this world, Marceau's mother is really a ...... What an inscrutable lady. ”

Thankfully, Marceau didn't learn from her mother some of the necessary means of survival. My sister sighed.

"That kind of survival means, it's better not to learn, I don't want to face a two-faced kitten, a creature like a kitten, it's better to be cute or natural black like the original. My sister said a little unpleasantly.

"Well, you're right, my sister, well, we should get ready too, the sun is going down. Jumping off the ammunition box, my sister picked up the physics sword on the side and began to use it to pry open the ammunition box, and the steppe elf girls on the entire hill also began to act, they took the ammunition and stuffed them into the small cylinder that was erected, relying on the power generated by the impact of the firing pin at the bottom of the ammunition, the ammunition flew into the sky, illuminating the gradually dimming sky, and the props with the light of heaven attached to the defense line were also erected high.

It's nightfall.

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For ground troops, night combat is a troublesome job, because darkness will hide a lot of intrigue and surprise attacks, but the sky is different, and the battle mages have become the main force in the sky at this time, just an hour ago, the most powerful warband in eastern Sha'an, the pointy-eared ' The Grand Master of the Initiating Iron Guard' Warband entered the airspace of Lanxia Island with his five full steppe elf battle mage wings, and these battle mages who had been flying all day with their own battle pendant sets, so, when the day was about to come to an end, the players used the double advantage of quantity and quality to once again regain air supremacy in their own hands.

Both the Sky Demon Squad and the Gargoyles flying out of the ship are within range of the Battle Mages, and the Battle Mages can also use the Night Battle Helmet, a helmet made of pro-elemental monster skin, and in front of the user's eye, a translucent crystal condensed from the elements, which can send any moving target within the user's visual range with a special visible light - The white ones are their own people with the same helmets, the blue ones are harmless targets, and the red ones just need to be knocked down.

As for height, the altimeters carried by the Battle Mages will alert the Battle Mages during night fights, lest these guys fall while maneuvering.

Moreover, the ground is not dark now, there are flares and heavenly lights everywhere, and large bright areas produced by the explosion of bed crossbows with a large number of fish bombing tools when they hit the target appear on the surface from time to time.

By this time, the Battleship had been transferred to ground support, and the players had set up a large helipad on the beach, where the Battleboat was directly attached to various fish-bombing tools - clustered, chained, and bulky, but they all had one characteristic, which was combustible.

Marceau, nestled in the foxhole, watched as several combat boats flew in front of him, and the spilled chain fish tools instantly erected a wall of fire, and then there was a smell of baked paste - of course, this is what Anne of the same pit said.

It would have tasted like this, after all, in the firelight, the appearance of those ignited demons screaming and running around was enough to add the most perfect picture to this flavor that Marceau couldn't accept now.

"Ah, I see a guy who seems to be the commander, but this guy is very cunning, and now he is blocked by a wall of fire, so he can't see it. Long muttered to the side.

"Night fighting is not our forte, after all, and when the night passes, we must plant the flag on the top of that mountain. The steppe elves in the nearby foxholes shouted.

Marceau also understands this, so as long as there is no shortage of people in the front line, the cat cubs will never find something to do for themselves, the kittens have been fighting for a day, and now they are looking for their own mothers, each going back to their own state, and when they come back, the game will at least get midnight. But it doesn't matter, they sleep in the sand on the beachhead, and there are big men on the front line who have just entered the field, and they have survived the most painful first day, and the front line with a lot of resources is still very simple if it is just defending.

These big men are obviously not good lords, if an evil spirit rushes into the defensive line, the rest of the war group in the rear will rush to the front line with the whole family, and the battle boat will soon use tons of fish bombing tools to block the evil attack.

The cat cub thought for a while and patted Anne on the back: "I'll go offline to eat first, and I'll take your substitute after eating, how about you rest for a while." ”

"I don't need to, I'm using a game pod now, and I don't have to go offline for a week. When he said this, he suddenly burst into flames: "Haha! I saw that guy! I hit it!"

Well, it looks like a long and interesting thing, Marceau shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head to start going offline.