Two steam knights were searching for the officers lying on the ground. Before that, Polina and Lorraine were placed by Dusand about three or four hundred yols away from the scene of the explosion.

The place where the two of them were placed away from the place where Mr. Captain had captured the prisoners before, Dussander felt that if the other party was acting through tunnels, the farther away from the previous hole, the safer it would be for Lorraine and the others to theoretically.

To be honest, when looking for his own people, Dussander was very worried. I even feel like my legs are a little soft.

The shelling did not take long eyes, and Duchamp's big man, who was close to two meters, would have a much larger projection area than the others, even if he shrunk into a ball.

If this is hit by the fragments, at least some parts will have to be lost. Maybe you won't even be able to save your life.

Although it is emotionally difficult for Dussander to directly equate Duchamp with his "father", after all, he is a "family member" who has known each other for ten years, and he really can't accept this reality.

Fortunately, the worry did not last long, and soon, Dussaint spotted Duchamp, who was stumbling towards them with a pistol in hand.

In addition to Duchamp, there was a private coachman, two lieutenant colonels and a major. But now, there are only three people in this team, except for Duchamp.

"Private Perne is dead." As soon as Duchamp finished saying this with a dark face, Dusand heard the major behind him, pointing to the arm of Mr. Captain and exclaiming.

"Your Excellency, your arm......"

"I'll talk about it later." Mr. Captain did not react to the salutation, and asked in a calm tone, "Is the signal gone?" ”

Duchamp nodded, "According to normal procedures, they should be able to complete the calculation and jump in fifteen minutes. ”

"Since our opponents have used heavy artillery, I think they should also know the fifteen-minute time node." Mr. Captain, known as "Your Excellency the Brigadier General", turned his head to look at the hillside in the distance, "Since we don't know where the artillery is coming from, it is better to find a place that will give us time." ”

"The hillside over there looks pretty good." Dusand looked around and felt that the place where he had just put down Lorraine and Polina was not bad, "The mountain itself is not high, but there are quite a few protruding stones on the mountain that can be used as shelter. If an enemy is near, it is not a big problem to delay time. ”

Mr. Captain quickly approved the suggestion, "I'll take one person, little lord, you bring three people, and we'll transfer there as soon as possible." ”

With the help of the Steam Knight's armor, Dussander opened his bow from side to side, holding a lieutenant colonel with one hand, and Daddy straddled the Steam Knight's shoulder.

This image ...... At first glance, it looks like a very strong father is taking his son to the playground.

It's that the father has a bird's beak, and the sons have beards.

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In order to conserve the gas reserves in the high-pressure gas cylinders, Dussand's Steam Knight armor has always used the mountain mode. But even so, by the time he arrived at the hiding place of Polina and Lorraine with his "son", less than half of the remaining gas pressure displayed in the armor was left.

The Commodore Mr. Admiral, who was pretending to be the captain, was a little overwhelmed, and after reaching the target area, he was dragged out of the Steam Knight by Mr. Major.

Dussaint also emerged from the Steam Knight's armor as well. He said to Duchamp seriously, "Now it is time for someone with enough combat experience to use the equipment, I don't have much use of the armor of the Steam Knight." ”

After saying this, Dussander went to help the wound of the main brigadier general.

Although I studied pharmacy instead of medicine in my last life, I am also a person who studied science and biology in high school. He couldn't suture the wound and couldn't distinguish the arterial veins, but Dussart at least knew how to tie the proximal port of Mr. General's stump with a rope to slow down some of his bleeding.

"You're pretty good at this thing." Mr. Brigadier General grinned while being tied, and at the same time he was able to pull Dussander to speak, "The effect is better than that of a carriage, and the ability to continue to run is good." When I get back, I'll sign you a preliminary supply agreement - you're going to produce 100 cars a year...... No problem, right? ”

"Don't flag yourself now." Where can Dusant care about talking to someone about the order in this situation, "When we get back on the landing ship, I will give you a nine-percent discount on your order!" ”

Dussand, who didn't let others set up a FLAG, set up a FLAG himself.

He found out only after the two lieutenant admirals of the garrison had changed into steam knight armor and Dussart and the others had begun to dig up bunkers with all the tools at hand...... I didn't seem to be able to choose this place very well.

From a distance, this hillside seems to be about the same as the others. Shrubs and weeds grow on the mountain, and underneath the weeds is a layer of red soil.

But when the excavation began, Dussander was surprised to find that there was very little on the hillside that could be excavated. He saw that he had only dug down to a depth of about five centimeters, and as a result, he had dug straight into the rock.

Is there only a little bit of soil in this place?

Excavation in other directions also encountered obstacles, but no one stopped digging – if you can't dig deeper, dig wider. Even if you dig up some floating earth and pile it up to form a low wall around it, it will still be able to hold out bullets and shell fragments.

The excavation lasted about ten minutes, and just as Dussander began to feel that he was safe, and that the hill had given the enemy who had not yet shown their face to climb up in five minutes, the second shelling began.

The focus of the second shelling remained on the wreckage of the previous convoy. Dense smoke rose from the ground, and Dussaint looked a little stunned.

Explode...... When viewed in a safe place, it really has some artistic component in it.

"Keep digging." Duchamp knelt beside Dussand, holding a fragment of a cannonball that he had picked up from nowhere. As he dug through the soil on the ground with both hands, he said to his son, "Dig a little more soil out, and you might be able to stop a bullet when you need it." ”

Dussaint nodded, and he wanted to use the extended screwdriver in his hand to pry some more soil out, but there was no room on the ground for him to do it.

"I'll dig up to Lorraine." He said to his father, "She guesses she's choked enough." ”

Lorraine's hair was stained with soil, cotton shards, and black soot. And this twelve-year-old girl is now squatting on the ground, digging the ground with a horn iron.

Dusand had just approached Lorraine, and before she could speak, she heard her whisper of gnashing teeth.

"These damn pariahs! How dare you attack us! I'm going to be a baroness, so I won't let Dussand die in a place like this......"

Hearing this, Dussaint didn't know what to say for a while, so he honestly crouched behind Lorraine's side, digging hard with a screwdriver into the shallow layer of soil on the ground.

Once, twice, Dussander was struggling with the soil on the ground, and the third time the screwdriver was inserted into the ground, Dussander heard his men's voices that something was not quite right.

It's not the sound of digging into the rocks, it sounds a little crisp and a little stuffy. "Doo" sound, I feel ...... It's more like some loose substance.

Pulling out the screwdriver vigorously, Dusson saw a somewhat yellowed plank.

Just as he wondered why there was a plank in this position, Dussander suddenly felt the whole ground under his feet move. A huge force threw Dusand upwards for nearly half a meter, and the template lifted from below, and a figure suddenly appeared from inside.

The figure grabbed Lorraine by the hair and pulled it down the tunnel under the plank. Lorraine screamed at the sudden attack.

At the same time, more planks were lifted.

As Dussant got up from the ground, he saw at least four figures crawling out of the tunnel, and one of them was dragging Lorraine down the tunnel.

"Let her go!" Dussander screamed, didn't think of anything, and threw himself at the figure with a long screwdriver in hand.