Miller shouted with all his strength and rushed towards the British.

The other German soldiers behind him were shouting loudly, and the earth-shattering shouts even drowned out the gunfire in the distance.

As he ran, Miller saw a British soldier raise his gun, so he immediately opened fire, and a volley of strafing fire swept the guy standing with his gun raised to the ground.

Seeing that Miller had fired, the other German soldiers also opened fire, and the enemy was knocked down one by one, and soon the fighting spirit of the British soldiers in front of them collapsed and began to run backwards.

At first only a small number of soldiers approaching the bushes fled, but their escape shook the other soldiers who had not yet figured out the situation, and then more began to run back - and then the other soldiers who did not understand the situation became even more violently shaken when they saw the increased number of fleeing soldiers.

Under the snowballing effect, soon all the British began to flee, and some shouted as they ran: "The German army is coming!" The German army is coming! ”

Miller saw that the officer on horseback was trying to maintain order, and he brandished his pistol and opened fire on the fleeing soldiers, demanding that the soldiers do their duty.

Miller stopped, leveled his gun, aimed it at the officer on horse, and fired him off his horse with a single shot. The horse was visibly frightened, it stood tall and kicked twice on its front legs, and the moment its front legs hit the ground, it neighed and galloped, trampling the British soldiers running in front of it to the ground.

The frenzied horses had exacerbated the confusion, and in fact, a considerable part of the British army had just recovered from the shock of the air raid and began to rescue the wounded, and now the qiē that had just shown signs of recovery was a pot of porridge.

Miller led his small group and ran after the countless butts of the British army, and he quickly finished two magazines, and after loading the last one, he decided to temper his fire.

At this time, someone shouted: "Second Lieutenant Miller! ”

Miller followed the prestige and saw Maxim standing in an American-made jeep, holding the handle of the vehicle's heavy machine gun.

"I need a personal drive!"

Miller immediately ran over and got into the driver's seat, and when he got into the car, Private Messut also sat in the passenger seat, while Maxim operated an American-made machine gun and fired at the fleeing British.

"The British must not be given a chance to calm down," Miller cried out, "and we are strafing and passing through the camps of the British!" Let them run faster! ”

"Okay!"

Miller started the car, stepped on the accelerator and rushed headlong into the pile of British soldiers.

Maxim happily strafed, knocking the enemy down as if he were mowing grass, and the private in the co-pilot seat was firing constantly. Miller drove and said to the private: "Look for an officer to fight, wear a big cap!" ”

"Understood, sir!"

"Throw the grenade, I still have a few on my waist after you're done!"

"Yes sir!"

Amid the explosions and machine-gun fire, the jeep was like a cheetah that had rushed into a herd of antelopes, causing the British soldiers who had been fleeing in the same direction to scatter in all directions. A minute later they had rushed to the other end of the British camp, and Miller saw a British officer giving orders, and ran directly into him, knocking him into the air with the British herald who was listening to his orders.

The herald's steel helmet came off his head and slammed into the jeep's windshield, shattering it.

The shard of glass scratched Miller's cheek, and the pain ensued.

"My eyes!" Private screamed, "I've been hit in the eye, I can't see!" ”

"Calm down! Your eyes are good! The wound is on your forehead! Your eyes are just covered in blood! Miller shouted as he turned the steering wheel, and at this moment the wheel seemed to press on something, and the left side of the jeep bounced up, shaking violently and throwing Maxim, who was standing on the back box and shooting.

"Maxim!" Miller shouted the sergeant's name as he looked back for the sergeant, only to see Maxim rolling on the ground with his head in his hands.

Miller continued to spin the steering wheel to get back to Maxim, when he saw a blue light ahead of him.

"Damn!"

Miller certainly knew what the blue light represented, and there was only one thing on the battlefield that would glow blue.

It stands to reason that the British Warrior Queens should have been killed by the Flying Warriors who attacked together, but it is clear that the Flying Warriors have not fully completed their mission - now that the Flying Warriors have withdrawn to the mothership at sea, they will appear in front of Miller, either the French Warriors who landed on the beachhead, or the British Warriors who have slipped through the net.

Miller operated the jeep with a nice tail flick, then slammed on the gas pedal to accelerate away from the blue-glowing Grim Reaper.

That's when he heard the sound of cannonballs tearing through the air.

The explosion sounded almost at the same time he heard the air breaking, and Miller felt the jeep jolt before he was pushed out of the driver's seat by the force of the impact.

Miller fell to the ground and his consciousness drifted away for a moment, but he soon came to his senses, and then he realized that it was the body of a British soldier who had saved his head from a concussion.

However, it was clear that the shock had taken a toll on his brain, and he felt his head swell, and his ears were filled with a buzzing tinnitus.

"Maxim!" Miller suddenly remembered the sergeant who had fallen out of the car, and stood up shouting Maxim's name.

"I'm here, I'm fine." Maxim's voice reached Miller's ears through the tinnitus.

"Very good, retreat now!" Miller shouted as he began to run backwards. The British soldiers who were confronted by Miller were very surprised, and they stared at Miller with wide eyes on the one hand, and ran in the opposite direction of Miller.

It was a strange sight: both sides were retreating, both sides were terrified, both sides had bullets in their weapons, and the safety was on, but they staggered past each other and did not fire.

Finally, Miller saw his own people, and he waved his hands and shouted, "Retreat!" Inform Felix by radio not to come out of the bushes and retreat! The enemy has a war queen! ”

An explosion was heard behind Miller, and he looked back to see that the British magic armor that had just given him a shot was falling forward, and something rushed up from the darkness to the sky, and then fell on the ground with fire everywhere. Compared to the bright armor of the British army, there were no runes on the shell of the falling armor - the battle queen who piloted it probably temporarily turned off the runes on the shell, gaining concealment at night at the expense of defense.

It stands to reason that this doesn't make much sense, as enemy warlords may be able to sense the magic armor nearby, but in reality, turning off the runes on the armor during night battles does give you an advantage in vision.

The armor was emblazoned with the stamp of the French warrior princess troops.

"Thank you for your hard work, we originally felt that the enemy had fortified here, and we didn't dare to come over lightly behind the mountain bag over there." The Frenchman said in broken German, "We have been facing off against the English warrior for an hour across the mountain." ”