The further south you go, the more ghouls there are.

This is the feeling of Jiuye who followed the large army into the war zone, obviously it is just a small town, but the offensive of the New Edenians is very resolute, one after another Banshee Wing appeared on the battlefield, and the battle mages of the steppe elves are in a bitter battle - Jiuye's combat boat wing has to be replaced with an air combat kit at the field airfield fifty kilometers away from Salok.

It is said that the guest who bleed the blood of the Sarok Folk Warband is a very high-value target, and has a lot of information.

"How's that guest doing? Buckling the padded leather cap for the crew of the chariot to his head, Jiuye asked as he looked at the long time that had slipped into the car.

"It's not good, her husband has drugged his food and hasn't woken up yet. After speaking, he adjusted the fur hat on his head, and then looked at Yang who was sitting in the driver's seat: "Speaking of which, it's really numb, for the so-called future, even your lover can be betrayed, and a man is really a realistic creature." ”

"Speaking of which, I would like to thank Akemi and Minen for training Marceau so well. Jiuye said with a smile.

"I'll always remember the bookstore operation, and when I have a daughter, I'll teach them that operation. Penny also got into the chariot, she sighed: "It's really breathtaking wisdom, it's really a golden idea that only half-breeds can think of, everyone says that a one-meter-two girl who marries far away is a loser, but I always feel that in an environment like the Earth Federation, a one-meter-two girl can get more tests, witness and experience more good and evil." ”

"Yes, there are saints and villains among the earthlings, and as far as the environment is concerned, it does test our eyesight even more. Jiuye picked up the arcane headset and put it on his head: "This is the fury horn, ready to go." ”

"Fury!!" roared Higaku.

Then the girl in the whole car screamed in weightlessness - the airdrop technology of the whole vehicle that had just been developed seemed to be falling a little faster.

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"What's that?" Looking at the black dots that had just appeared in the north and quickly falling on the belly of several airplanes, Little George of the Wood family picked up the telescope in his hand - this was picked up from the position of the steppe elves, although it was a little smaller, but at least it could see farther than his own hand, didn't it.

But the black dot quickly disappeared into the distance, and with the telescope I only saw the moment of its recoil, which seemed to be ...... Is it a round thing?

What the hell is this?

With such doubts, little George, who was attracted by the vibration coming from behind him, turned his head and saw the chariot that had been on his side...... But it doesn't seem like it, after all, the tank looks like a cast-iron coffin, and there is no curvature at all.

With this point of view, little George heard a whistle coming from ahead, which was the whistle of the charge.

"Boys, follow me!" As the commander of the warband of 'Harlan of Bourg', the young man was the first to jump out of the trench.

With the help of the chariots, the two tracked carts on the opposite side and their little water cannons are nothing to fear!

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"The New Eden's chariot is coming!" the driver of the tracked vehicle let out a mournful cry, and then quickly operated the tracked vehicle and chose to run.

The bearded regimental commander nested in the foxhole felt that he couldn't complain about these little things, after all, the tracked vehicles couldn't beat the chariots on the opposite side, and as long as the light vehicles with iron sheets as protection were left here to die, it was better to find an opportunity to lick the infantry behind the chariot again.

However, he was curious about the long pipe that was pulled out by the one meter two beside him: "What is this?"

"Recoilless cannon!" replied One-meter-two, while his companion behind him took out a round of ammunition from the separate ammunition box and stuffed it through the back of the tube: "If I were you, the farther away from the tail as possible when firing!"

"Why?" Although he asked why, the bearded man still very obediently hid aside, after all, the prairie elves never lied to their friends.

Without the little ones answering, the flames that erupted from behind the pipe ignited the unbelieving subordinates, and the bearded man rushed over to put out the fire, but he never saw the results, but the sound of explosions in the distance and the cheers on the line still let him know that this thing really worked.

"Run! The chariot has turned the turret around!" the steppe elf with the tube and his fellow with the ammunition box on his back screamed to their feet, and the bearded man turned his head to look into the distance to confirm that the chariot was indeed pointing the turret at him, and immediately dragged the boy who was destined to be inextricably linked to burns and infections with his companions.

From the foxhole to the surface, the bullets rampaged through the air, the bearded man pressed the helmet on his head with his left hand, and dragged the burned boy with his right hand to the first aid pit in the rear - several priest boys in the team set up a field first aid station in one of the craters to treat the unlucky ones who would definitely die on the road and not be evacuated for a while.

The two prairie elves ran fast in front of them, small in size, but they were very fast, and when they passed a large bomb crater, they jumped down, and then a grenade landed between the crater and the beard, and the dirt that was lifted covered the beard's head and face, and the shock wave tossed him to the ground.

The burned boy screamed, the beard burrowed out of the earth, and the young man he had dragged the wounded with him had fallen in a pool of blood, the shrapnel embedded in his chest in a realism detached from probability.

Dragging the burned boy with both hands, he finally rolled into the first-aid pit with all his beards and tails, handed the wounded to the priest, and the bearded man heard the explosion again, he poked his head out and noticed that the chariot of New Eden was not on fire: "Didn't you hit?!"

"It's ricocheting on the skirt armor!" replied one of the subordinates.

"This can also ricochet!" As soon as he finished speaking, the bearded man who saw the fire flashing from the muzzle of the chariot crawled and retracted his head into the crater.

After the explosion, the bearded man poked his head out to look at the enemy tank, took out his whistle and blew it, and then gave the order loudly.

"Get on the bayonet! Separate their infantry from the chariots!"

Then the sound of shelling from behind him, and the fact that the New Eden vehicle in front of him had been hit and began to burn, made the bearded finally realize that the vehicle had entered.

"Cover our chariots! Don't let the infantry of New Eden break through the defenses!"

After shouting loudly, the bearded man turned his head to look behind him, except for the ruins are still ruins.

I don't know who's driving, but it's a good job, the little ones who are 1.2 meters old!