"Boom, tweet, tweet, boom!"

The weapons in the hands of the warriors, the magic armor and crossbows, shot arrows almost without a pause, and from time to time there would be cannonballs with red tails in the sky, and there was a sharp sound of breaking the air.

A soldier in crimson armor is speeding across the battlefield, and if you look closely, you can see that every step he takes dodges flying feathered arrows, smashes his hammer, stabs his blades, and takes out a few unlucky ghosts!

"Report that Newland's main defense tower has been successfully destroyed by us! ”

The soldier in crimson protective armor ran to the front line commander and said excitedly.

"Well done! Anna, I know you'll be able to do it!"

After the commander finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the command car, looked at the three-dimensional map of the simulated sand table on the desktop for a while, and then ordered the herald behind him: "Send a message to the artillery! Carry out three minutes of saturation shelling in the three coordinate areas of A1-B4-D3! Ammunition code--dark blue!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the herald answered, he picked up his walkie-talkie and began to call.

[Bison call AOE, A1-B4-D3 three-minute saturation shelling, ammunition code - navy.] Repeat, three minutes of saturation shelling, ammunition coding - dark blue. ]

The Commander sat down in a chair beside the sandbox, pulled out a cigar that had been treasured for a long time, lit it, and took a sharp puff.

"Shhh...... Whew......"

After a puff of smoke, the commander looked around the sandbox and muttered to himself with a hint of excitement.

"I didn't think it would be so easy to take Newland. ”

Three minutes later, Skyrim's magic cannonball, which had been carrying red tailitis, suddenly turned blue. Like a beautiful arc of electricity, it crossed the sky and flew towards the three camps of the mercenary group deployed in the main city of Newland.

"Anna! Tomorrow morning there will be a "special train" to the imperial capital! Give you a week's leave and have a good rest! After that, His Majesty the Emperor will personally award you a medal!" the commander said as he looked at the soldiers who were in a daze on the side. (The army train refers to the griffin, but all men who come down from the battlefield like to ride this animal.) It's easy to highlight heroism, the kind that falls from the sky. ）

"Yes!"

Soldiers, salute, and then turn away.

After exiting the temporary headquarters, the soldier took off the full-coverage helmet he wore on his head, revealing his still immature face and long hair that extended beyond his shoulders.

The girl looked at the sky from time to time with blue tailitis, streaked across the sky.

(Looks like the artillery fire has already started to be extended!, so there's nothing to do with me, right?)

Yes, this girl in front of me is me, and a week ago, I arrived in the southern military town of Mosani, where I met Jabbar Karan, the Empire's famous madman and weirdo (or scientist in today's terms), and then spent three days getting acquainted with the Grunt Barbarian, the outfit behind me.

Grunt Barbarian, Barbarian prototype to be exact.

In Abdul-Jabbar's words, this set of equipment was only for experimentation, and if it wasn't for the national teacher's urgent need to use it, he would be reluctant to get this thing on the battlefield.

As to why I was asked to cooperate with this experiment, Abdul-Jabbar only vaguely explained that it was God's will.

Grunt Barbarian, the power output is made of polar kyanite ore to make a magic battery, as long as you can drive the battery, then the armor's built-in balance shaft device can ensure that you can stand up steadily. (It's a bit like a tumbler, when a beginner first starts using it, although he will stumble when he walks, he will definitely not fall.) ）

The armor on the legs and soles of your feet works together to make you feel like a hovercraft at high speeds. Perform all kinds of difficult maneuvers such as drifting, sliding, and even make short jumps.

The premise is that you can drive the battery that fits in your chest.

Because of the prototype, there are many shortcomings. It's like a helmet, and it looks like a knight in medieval Europe. The vision is severely impaired when put on, and although from the outside, it looks a bit like Iron Man, but in fact it doesn't have the holographic avatar of modern society.

Because of the need to collect data, the position of the original thruster was replaced, and some special instruments were replaced, resulting in this thing, the input and output are completely disproportionate. If it weren't for the fact that my own magic was sufficient, I would have been exhausted on the battlefield.

But before you get tired......

"I really don't understand what Clegg is thinking?

A small in-house farewell ball (designed to bid farewell to those who contributed to the conquest of Newingland). In order to escape the cumbersome aristocratic etiquette, in fact, this kind of ball is the favorite of the nobles, I made an excuse early and left the venue.

Sitting alone on the stone railing of the balcony, looking at the moon in the sky and thinking about the meaning of this war, rubbing his temples to relieve the brain pain caused by excessive drinking at the ball.

These generals, noble lords, counts and marquises, etc., who are usually high-ranking on weekdays, persuade them to drink in order to achieve their own goals, and they don't care at all whether you are a minor or not.

"Oh, so you're here, Captain Angelina, you're the star of this ball, how can you hide here and be lazy alone!" said General Clegg, standing in the hallway of the balcony with a red wine, looking at Eliel.

As one of the leaders of this battle, Gleick was also quite divided in Wuhan this time.

"I'm sorry, you know, I'm a prostitution warrior, but because of my age, I prefer to be quieter! It's so noisy for me!" I said as tactfully as I could.

Clegg burst out laughing, "Oh! you see my memory, forget about it. Sorry, sorry!"

"Don't worry!"

Although Clegg seems to be smiling very genuinely on the surface, I know that for someone like them who is already an official, you can't take every word of their word for it.

Clegg looked at the noble ladies in the venue, who were surrounding the generals who went to the imperial capital to confer the honor, and said meaningfully, "If they have more than half of Anna's ability, the progress of the Imperial Holy War will be much earlier." ”

"yes!"

In fact, I was thinking about another thing in my heart, how to write a report about Abdul-Jabbar?

Grunt Barbarian - From the very beginning of Abdul-Jabbar's introduction to its design concept, I had serious doubts that this madman was definitely not a native of Azero.

(No matter where Abdul-Jabbar is from, as long as he doesn't disturb my life, then I won't ...... ）

"Have you ever thought about staying in Mosani?

Sure enough, Gleick started pulling people's heads, but because of thinking about things, I didn't fully hear what he said in the middle. I can only cope with polite words like saying that I have to think about it.

However, Clegg didn't think so, he felt that he had said so many benefits and benefits, which made the little girl in front of him moved.

(Although it's a rare "killer!", but after all, it's a little girl who has not been deeply involved in the world!)

Thinking of this, a smile inadvertently appeared on the corner of Clark's mouth.