As the returning fleet traveled through the Storm Zone with demon hunters and other representatives of the indigenous forces, the war in the Far South also entered an increasingly fiery rhythm.

Although the overall strength of EU players is not as good as that of the New Huaxia people, most of them are active soldiers this time, and they can crush those semi-militia New Chinese idle players who come to experience the war on the frontal battlefield.

This brought a lot of surprises and troubles to the EU's command, and their defensive line may be impregnable today, and the next day it will be interspersed with scattered pieces by the new Chinese regular army that has come from a detour.

The assault team may be able to break forward today and fight a one-to-three battle loss ratio with the Xinhuanian people on the opposite side, and tomorrow the whole army will be wiped out, and they will not even be able to report back.

In the coastal areas, the main fleet of the EU people is just like the three virtues of the year, completely relying on the protection of the legendary spellcasters who accompany them, moving in the form of a large fleet, and they want to carry out the existential fleet doctrine to the end, there is no way, the legendary casters they accompanied this time are completely collecting money to do things, and they will never meddle in matters if they only provide protection for the fleet.

After all, on the other side, the new Huaxia people are not without ambush corresponding countermeasures, before Huang Laoxie won legendary achievements in the old continent one after another, which has made the legendary powerhouses of the old continent angry, and no one wants to capsize in the gutter.

The advantage of this is that the EU people will always have a fleet that can 'almost' compete with the New Huaxia on paper, and the disadvantage is that they can only watch those nimble Daybreaker-class warships roaming around their coastal defense area, attacking supply lines, and cooperating with the New Huaxia players who are interspersed in the deep zone to wreak havoc.

In just a week, Lieutenant Colonel Smith felt like he was twenty years old, and he felt like he had really done his best, he had almost every tree in his defense zone in his head, but those damn new Huaxia people could have the ability to play stealing beams and changing pillars right under his nose.

These front-line commanders guess every day like a lottery whether they are encountering 'weak and bully' reservists or well-trained regular troops.

Desperately, the reservists are progressing at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, they are all fully trained in military affairs, tactically savvy, disciplined, and only experience and cooperation with the regular army.

In reality, they may have to spend a lot of time getting familiar with and learning to operate the increasingly complex war machines, but here, whether it is a reserve or a regular army, whether it is a native or a player, one person is issued a sword, and a shield can serve as a qualified warrior, and when the Storm's End Arsenal expands its production again, each person is equipped with an additional spear and two short guns, and these people can be regarded as real elites.

The EU people were very sad to find that if the strength of both sides was on the coordinate axis, they would have been in a straight line, and even had a downward trend, but the group on the opposite side was soaring in a straight line.

A large number of skilled and physical players are working as part-time foundry workers in Storm's End, and the ore is constantly being transformed into killing weapons.

The indigenous forces of the entire Far South Continent have never seen such an efficient act of war, and both sides of the war are roaming the Far South like giant beasts, devouring everything they can.

The naturally formed blast furnace of Storm's Rest spewed smoke day and night, and a layer of smog hung over the already small city, and even black rain fell, but the miners and craftsmen who worked in three shifts and 24 hours did not even have a chance to sigh that the weapons production plan in front of them seemed to be alive and would reproduce itself.

In the coastal areas, the EU players did not sit still, they continued to expand outwards based on the wooden fortresses they built in the early days, and several of them have gradually joined together to form the prototype of the city.

The new Chinese people need wood as fuel and building materials, and the EU people need wood as fuel and building materials, and they all set their sights on the Black Forest, where towering trees were cut down one after another, shrubs were dug up by the roots, and the soft soil was trampled by a thousand feet, gradually turning into roads.

For the first time in history, there has been a massive decline in the Black Forest, which has grown in the Far South for thousands of years!

The Ring of Pastoral Trees was once so angry at the deforestation of the mining city of Storm's End that when a plague broke out on a large scale in Storm's End, their first thought was to use that opportunity to destroy Storm's End once and for all.

And now, the madness of the Cyris and the Old Worlders has shocked the souls of the druids, and every day hundreds of trees are cut down, cut, and dried, and they move so fast that the druids have a feeling of witnessing history, as if thousands of years of old days have come to an end in an instant, and they see the forest retreating, but civilization is progressing and expanding.

"They're murdering, the forest is wailing, can't you hear it?" The more radical druids roared, scurrying around trying to unite enough alliances, but this time they couldn't.

The young druids who were easily incited were all taken away by Master Gast, and the druids who remained were stronger, but they all had a wealth of experience, and they knew who to mess with and who not to mess with.

In the past, the Ring of Pastoral Trees was an important organization of transcendents in the Far South, and the decision of the inner ring of the Ring of Pastoral Trees could even determine the prosperity of a city, but now, the Ring of Pastoral Trees is facing two giant groups of Immortals in tens of thousands, and the number of transcendents who die on the battlefield every day is enough to sweep away the Ring of Pastoral Trees.

The Far South Continent may not be in the hands of the Seris now, but it is not the turn of the Ring of Pastoral Trees to speak, the only thing they can do is to send a few experts in the field of plants to cooperate with the felling behavior of the Seris, if there are really any precious tree species, they can transplant them in advance.

General Heinrich still looked half-dead, his wounds had healed by the chaplain and the doctors, and the aboriginal priest had revered the wound and prayed for weeks to see that he would not suffer such a fate.

The accompanying player's medical staff must solve the problem of the general's excretion, how can a man who has lost a water pipe drain the water normally? Is it intubation, or is it a hole?

Obviously, neither of them would satisfy the Shogun, and when he called out the name of the female warrior, the tone was enough to send hairwaves out of the heart of any warrior.