Suddenly, one man's body froze in the midst of the busy preparations for the shelling, followed by another, and the same situation soon spread to the neon soldiers in all the artillery positions.

The soldier who was controlling the small cannon they had brought into the mountain suddenly adjusted the position of the shelling, and the commander was so anxious that tears were about to fall as he watched the soldiers adjust the position of the artillery to set the area where their soldiers were located, but it was useless, because his body was motionless and completely out of his own conscious control.

"What's going on?" The lieutenant wanted to signal with his eyes to the other soldiers to stop the artillerymen who were trying to shell their own soldiers, but he soon despaired, for he found that every soldier on the scene had the same despair in their eyes, which showed that what had happened to him was happening to everyone at the same time.

A neon soldier who launched an attack indifferently shot at a former laborer hiding behind a tree, and the first shot hit the poor ex-laborer's left leg, which was directly a hole, and if it weren't for the serious penetration of the weapon that belonged to the 38 Dagai, this leg would have to be broken directly, but for the former laborer, it made no difference.

Losing his balance from a leg injury, he knew exactly what was going to happen next, a bullet that would accurately hit his head and torso.

"The third." The neon soldier silently counted the number of enemies he had killed in this battle, which would be another of his achievements.

Those artillerymen who couldn't wait fired their artillery again, and I really couldn't figure out what those artillerymen were doing with so many artillery shots at these walking heads, and grabbed credit from them?

The neon soldier was a little unhappy and was about to pull the trigger, but suddenly his body froze, the sound of this shelling was wrong! How does it sound like the drop point is falling near where he is?

It was no wonder that the subconscious instinctive reaction saved his life, and the neon soldier, who had not expected to be shelled by his own people, was too late to react after reacting that the shell had landed at the wrong place.

There are many unlucky eggs like this neon soldier, and some of them have a body reaction speed faster than the brain reaction speed, after hearing the sound of shelling, they subconsciously dodge according to the whistling sound of the shelling, except for those who are too unlucky to have a shelling point near themselves, most of them have successfully survived.

But this did not affect those neon soldiers who did not expect to be shelled by their own people, and the people who were blown up because of the slow reaction speed of a beat turned over on their backs, and suffered heavy casualties.

"Damn artillery bastards, you guys blew up the wrong place and the wrong person!" The neon soldiers who survived gasped for breath and couldn't help but curse at the artillery positions in the rear that were supposed to support them.

Ma Dan, they fought for a long time, annihilating countless enemy soldiers, except for a few unlucky children who were hit by those miscellaneous fish on the opposite side who were too lucky, and went to hell to be loyal to their Emperor Majesty, everyone else was safe and sound.

The artillery bombed this time, and they killed more than ten times more people than the enemy killed.

MMP, the two squadron leaders who were in charge of directing the attack had the hearts of the stupid people who ate the artillery positions alive.

Captain Bourbon was stunned, then jumped to his feet angrily, and hurriedly sent his heralds to ask what the hell those waste artillerymen were doing as quickly as possible?

Bourbon had a very bad feeling at this moment, the neon soldiers on the front line probably hadn't been able to react because they were in the game for a while, but Bourbon, who was hiding in the rear and observing the battle situation with a telescope, could see very clearly, this was not a mistakenly bombing, but a real artillery bombardment aimed at their own soldiers.

"Tanaka, let the attacking troops withdraw." Bourbon pressed his eyebrows, forcibly calmed himself down, and gave one order after another, "Youtian, you gather my guard troops and march to the artillery position first." ”

After a little hesitation, Bourbon said coldly: "The situation in the artillery position is not right, don't rush forward, if you find something wrong, first withdraw and wait for the two squadrons to retreat, and then attack together." ”

Yamamoto's face was no better, and in the same way, the artillery position changed hands without even a single shot, what kind of poison gas bomb has such power, it can actually make the entire artillery position kill all the people without even firing a shot, is it possible that there are really monsters.

Yamamoto is really a little suspicious now, he has sent some soldiers of his guard unit under his command to blend in with the artillery position, according to his order, as long as they find the slightest bit wrong, they must immediately fire a warning shot, plus he quietly sent out a few guards who specially observe the artillery position from a distance, this unseen intruder is no matter how fierce and elite he should not be able to receive even a little news.

Fingers lightly tapped on the table, silent, it didn't matter, Yamamoto sat lazily on the chair, he didn't bother to care so much, anyway, as the last person of the Yamamoto family, since he couldn't escape death no matter what, the glorious death or the unglorious death no longer meant anything to him, so it didn't matter to Yamamoto, who had no descendants.

"Bourbon-kun, let the two squadrons that are attacking continue to attack, kill in the middle of the enemy, mix with the enemy, fight, and then kill all the enemies." Yamamoto sat on the chair and said leisurely, completely ignoring Bourbon, whose face turned blue in an instant after he finished speaking.

"We must do the opposite of what the enemy wants, and we must not let the enemy lead us by the nose." Yamamoto's calm and indifferent voice convinced all the neon officers except Bourbon.

Only Bourbon knew that what Yamamoto said was actually in the unclear situation, and it was the best option to temporarily retreat and pass on the enemy's known information to the other armies of the Great Neon Empire, rather than stiffening their necks and stumbling with unknown enemies, they collectively shattered the Emperor's jade, and then the other soldiers of the Great Neon Empire re-experienced the painful situation they felt.

What makes Bourbon feel most aggrieved is that he understands this truth and pretends not to understand, there are too many neon people who have been brainwashed by the spirit of bushido, if he dares to propose a retreat, these bastards with Yamamoto's backing will definitely dare to punish him.

"Faced with this obviously wrong situation, these neon soldiers actually continue to attack! What a madman. Helibel frowned slightly, glanced at the battlefield where the neon soldiers had already touched up to mingle with the former laborers, and closed his eyes again.