"I thought that if it didn't rain, the land would be better for us. Lying in the rancid mud, Miyazawa sighed sadly.

His warband had just begun to attack the city of Gurlit, the last line of defense to Ashbee, and he had thought that the city built on a hill would be at least a little cleaner, but it turned out that the people of the Eastern Continent could not stop this large muddy field made of fossils and mud, and there were many corpses on it, and it was obvious that these were the losers of the first attack.

There were bullets whistling everywhere, and their regimental commander had already called for at least three waves of smoke bombs, but he couldn't stand the large number of wind-making scrolls prepared by the Eastern Continent, so no matter whether the smoke had been added or not, he couldn't take advantage of the monsoon from the north to go to the opponent's defense line, but the wave of smoke with paprika directly pasted on the face of their regiment.

Fortunately, Miyazawa has caught a cold recently, but even so, the pair of eyes are in tears.

It's incredibly painful.

Trying to crawl forward, the young man stopped from time to time to start a fire, and his eyes were already swollen anyway, and he couldn't see what was on the other side.

It wasn't until someone helped him up that Miyazawa noticed that everyone was running forward, and he turned his head to look at the one next to him: "What's wrong?"

"Don't fucking beat it, you've beaten three of your own people, fortunately the front row is full of ribs, otherwise you'll be in big trouble for this kid. This one glanced at Miyazawa's two swollen eyes like steamed buns: "Damn, are you having an allergic reaction?" ”

"How do I know, I can't even see who you are. Miyazawa squinted, but he couldn't stop the tears.

So he helped him to the first line of attack and handed him over to the healing group that came up from behind.

After fifteen minutes later, Miyazawa, who had finally regained her sight, found that the person who helped her had long since left, and asked the priest who treated her, and she shook her head: "I don't know him, but he looks like a very thin young man." ”

"Thank you. Miyazawa nodded.

The young man walked forward, trying to find his company, but soon, he found that he had been scattered, and the gunfire in front of him seemed to have no intention of stopping, and then Miyazawa also heard a bad sound - it was the whistling of cannonballs, and after looking around, the young man could only pinch his nose and jump into the open sewer.

Is it possible to be buried alive or torn apart by shells on the spot, is it still necessary to think about this simple two-way choice?

Well...... Then again, it stinks.

………………

"What's wrong with Miyazawa?" Luo Bing turned his head to look at his company commander, and Zhou Zhiqian, who was the company commander, shook his head: "He's allergic to chili powder." ”

"What a poor fellow, by the way, it's the new directive, we're going to the next street. Luo Bing pulled out the map: "But I'm a little curious that we can enter this city so easily, the strength of the defense is too low." ”

Zhou Zhiqian agreed: "You are right, it is indeed too weak, I can't figure out what they are thinking, without the Gullit city, we can see the sea to the east from the city wall in the east of the city." ”

"Maybe you think you can rely on Ashupi's convenience by the sea and insist on Ashupi's persistence by supplying him by sea?"

"I think it's a good choice, but if I were the commander, I would definitely not choose to abandon the city, and I would be here to keep New Eden bleeding and drain their manpower. Speaking of this, Zhou Zhiqian sighed with a smile: "It's really ridiculous that I, the company commander of New Eden, are actually helping the people of the Eastern Continent worry." ”

Luo Bing and several of his subordinates laughed.

Zhou Zhiqian also smiled and shook his head: "Okay, cheer up, let's go, I hope there aren't too many Eastern Mainlanders on the streets over there who want to welcome us." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Zhiqian heard the whistling sound of cannonballs - first very far away, and then gradually closer, and finally Zhou Zhiqian's face changed: "Find cover!", it was only then that he noticed that the houses on the side of the street that had been blown down were not blown up by his own combat boat, but by the Eastern Mainlanders when they were studying artillery before.

"Find cover!" The streets were full of people, and Zhou Zhiqian just had time to drag Luo Bing away and hit the wooden door of the basement next to the street - if he was standing in the street, he would definitely be torn apart by the shock wave and fragments, and he might be buried in the basement, so he didn't have to make a choice at all.

………………

Marceau was very satisfied with this round of shelling, outside the city of Gurlitt was what he asked to abandon, and the arrival of the artillery convoy made him think of a brilliant way - that is, to establish a unified coordinate for half of the city, and then put the New Edenians into the city, thinking that the enemy would flee The New Edenians would definitely send a large number of troops to pursue the victory, so that the druids at medium and low altitudes could be used as calibrators to calibrate, and the artillery bombardment could be used to achieve very exaggerated results.

As it turned out, the New Edenians had never thought it would be a trap, and they crashed headlong into the south of the city, and then several regiments were so aggressively crowded into the avenue of the south gate and the nearby streets, and then just three rounds of rapid fire from sixty gun wagons turned the entire street into parts.

It is estimated that at least two full regiments of New Edenes have been reimbursed, and the wounded are at least twice as many as the dead.

"The artillery convoy has begun to move, Lord Marceau. As her own herald, Catgirl, who had been her lieutenant in the battle with the traffickers, said excitedly that she had seen the druid's battlefield broadcast, and this time the strategy had achieved great results.

"Can you please stop calling me sir. "To be honest, Marceau is really a little insensitive to this adult.

But I couldn't stand the girl's insistence: "If you don't call your lord, I will call your Highness." ”

“…… You might as well call me Lord. Marceau felt that he really couldn't let this cat girl call himself His Highness, what was this, he didn't want to be His Highness: "By the way, can you pour me a cup of black tea, Feletliga." ”

"I'm not called Feletelliga!" the cat girl's eyes widened.

"You don't really have the slightest sense of entertainment. Marceau smiled and shook her head—yes, the black tea terrier of Feletliga, this cat girl couldn't possibly know.

"Because I'm not really called Philetelika. Although the cat girl was dissatisfied, she still brought black tea to Marceau.

Under Marceau's orders, the previously retreating friendly forces had broken through to the south of the city at this time, and started street fighting with the New Edenians - driving the enemy out of the city when they were not firmly established, using the ruins as cover, and continuing to consume the New Eden's attacking forces, which was a very normal means - how much could be consumed here, at least not to allow the New Edenians to face the street fighting of Ashubi with the mentality of the victors along the way.

Until then, let them understand what cruelty is.