"This is Wutong Wing. We have arrived in the north of the war zone and requested to indicate the bombing path." The Sharp-Eared Battle Boat Wing captain opened the Arcane Communication Channel.

"Looking at the areas where the ground fire is most intense, the orange signal flares are rising, which are our own positions. If the red signal flares are rising, they need to be bombed indiscriminately." The channel came the clear and crisp answers of 1.2 meters and 2 people.

So the commander of the combat boat wing opened his own wing channel and repeated the order: "Mamalin, you are following your aircraft, you are red and orange blind, don't accidentally blow the incendiary bomb onto your own head."

"Understand, team leader." The girl's answer was heard from the communication channel.

"Each attack aircraft squad began to fight freely, and the Kabian squadron of the escort formation descended with the attack aircraft squadron to clear the enemy's dead spiders." The wing captain arranged work and then began to operate his combat boat and began to climb: "The remaining squadrons continued to standby at high altitude."

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Hearing that the Youjiu and the others brought the remaining soldiers of the Sky Sword back to the second line of defense, Marceau's heart was finally let go.

It was already midnight, and the moon named "Manna" hung high on the dome. The New Edens' offensive against the second line of defense was becoming more and more fierce. Without the hills, Marceau could only allow high-altitude combat boats and druids to confirm the direction of the enemy. In front of him, a large active sand table marked the enemy's troops on the miniature map of the entire city. It can be seen that every moment, a new flag representing the New Eden troops was put up.

"The New Edens have already gambled all their power in this city." Yan said, looking at the sand table in front of him.

"Yes, it seems that they also understand that if they cannot take down Ashbey city, even if they kill the king, they will not be able to conquer Ashbey kingdom." Marceau sighed: "Our troops are too few, and the second line of defense is in danger. Even if a group of war lands, they will quickly lose on the line of defense. The war potential of this country is already very little."

Yes, almost all the entire territory of Ashbey's kingdom has been turned into wasteland. Even if some areas under the rule of the New Edens, it is nothing more than a hypocritical prosperity. Such beauty is not the beauty of the people, nor is it the happiness of the ruled. What the New Edens do in the ruling area is like insects picking food in their farms.

An intelligence transmitter ran over and handed the information paper in his hand to Marceau. Marceau took a look: "According to the intelligence, now there are battles heading south in the north and the new Edens have begun to fight."

"It's normal, Marceau, the Mogus Empire and the Canary Kingdom in the north will not watch the new Eden grow all the way, and we players do not want to see this empire continue their invasion."

"But time waits for no one. If we fail here, the new Edens will complete their battle goals. If they throw out the intention of a truce and even return the entire Ashby as a buffer zone, what do you think the emperor and queen of the north will think?" Marceau looked at Yan and asked, and then he did not wait for the answer, but shook his head. "They will definitely agree that they can liberate Ashby without bleeding themselves. They will regard those who died in the battlefields of Shaan and Ashby as a necessary sacrifice. The unknown heroes who died in the trenches and sewers, the innocents who died on the roadside, those who can leave on the boat for their children and eventually defend the harbor, and even if they want to turn into heroes and die again after death, they will become dispensable numbers in history books."

Marceau took a deep breath: "I don't agree that there are too many such dispensable books on the earth. It's just that because people need it, there is a saying that history comes from man's hands and the holy words come from the population... Yan, I don't want to see such a history book, and I don't want such evil things to be the history in the Ayarok chronology and be finalized. You, your sisters, and everyone will help me fulfill my wish, right?"

"Of course, Marceau, don't worry, we will all help you, no one will like this kind of history." Yan came to Marceau, and the cat girl stretched out her hand and held Marceau's hand: "Recently, I have been thinking that my encounter with you at this time is not only a gift from fate to us, but more so, I hope that we can complete the history we once wanted to save but ultimately helpless."

"I like you like this." Seeing the logistics officer coming over, Marceau and Yan frowned: "We will definitely save this world, just like our ancestors. Whether in reality or in the game world, we don't want to watch this world sink."

"I'll leave first, Marceau, protect myself on the ground." After hearing the news brought by the logistics officer that his equipment had been maintained, Yan returned Marceau with a face-to-face gift, then took two steps back and saluted: "The chief combat mage is going to challenge the sky."

"Protect yourself, Yan, don't forget that the ground is the real home of our bound souls. I'll wait for you to come back."

Miss Yan smiled and stepped away. Marceau watched her leave with the logistics officer, then turned her head and looked at the Miss Felletligia: "Is there anything wrong?"

"The defense line on the third Miranda Avenue is in a hurry. Commander, we have two reserve teams."

"I personally brought a team of people over and told them to arrive after ten minutes of support... By the way, let me tell Panni and the others and let them bring their chariots to help me." Marceau looked at Felletliga and said. The area where the girls retreated was disturbed by the Arcane Jammer of New Eden, which looked like a sign that the New Eden wanted to launch a large-scale attack from that direction. So Marceau asked Youju and her stargazers to take charge of the defense there, and asked Panni to bring her chariots to help. The Third Miranda Avenue was relatively open because the houses were blown up, and the walls of the Harbour Area were behind the East Continental people. Although they were also bombed, the launch position of the chariot was very good and could effectively block the view on both sides. If New Eden had a chariot coming, as long as Panni and the others were there, there would be no need to let the big-headed soldiers fight with explosives.

"No problem, I'll arrange the messenger now." Felletliga nodded.

So Marceau turned his head and walked to the front line. When he passed by the reserve team, the kitten commander who had already prepared had followed with his troops.

"Your Excellency, where are we going?" asked the kitten commander behind him.

"The Third Miranda Avenue, I tell you, the Grumman Café there is very good." Marceau replied, "It's a pity that the café is over."

Yes, it's over.

Next, those damn new Edens are all finished.
Chapter completed!