Looking at the harbor in the distance, standing in the middle of the broken bell tower where he could barely stand. Without the care of the top, Zhou Zhigan, who was bathed in the moonlight, sighed. Novel.

"Your Excellency, what's wrong with you?" The young gray elf stood behind him, wondering why his commander sighed.

"Have you ever seen a battle?" Zhou Zhigan asked.

"Well... Is it a matter of fighting with the big cats' patrol?" the gray elf asked back.

"Of course, so, what do you think war is like?" Zhou Zhigan turned his head and asked.

This gray elf was a mountaineering man who came down from the central mountain range in the north of New Eden. His tribe was very small. For him, he was more like an accident. The recruiter couldn't find anyone. When the deadline was approaching, he stuffed him into the new recruits. Then he came to this city for no reason. Seeing that he was pitiful, the adjutant of the gray elf, Zhou Zhigan, sent him to be a errand-running messenger... Because he was a registered messenger, I believe that no gendarmerie would come to cause trouble this time.

The young gray elves grew up in the village. For him, living on the border, he should be able to see the patrols of New Eden and the big cats slamming them to death, so he wanted to know how this gray elves viewed the war.

"...No, we lose every time, but the big cats don't feel much disgusted with us gray elves. The village also does business with the big cats from time to time. For us, our patrol team... is sometimes troublesome." Zhou Zhi laughed dryly by the young gray elves' answer.

I really didn't expect that the civilians of New Eden would think that their country's patrol was troublesome.

It's really... an indescribable irony.

"Tell me, what kind of trouble."

"Every time I come here to buy things, I don't pay for it. Every time I come here, my sisters have to find a way to escape from the village. Every time I come here... the village is like a disaster." The young gray elf said this, as if he recalled bad things: "When they come, sometimes people die, either the newly moved villagers or them."

This answer made Zhou Zhigan silent for a moment, and then he smiled and shook his head. It didn't seem to be a good person's mentality. These gray elves are really interesting.

"But no matter what, thanks to their blessing, the fields in the village will always have a good harvest, and Zhan Hu will not often go hungry, so it is not a big trouble." The young gray elf said this and asked Zhou Zhigan to interrupt: "Your gray elf uncle has never told you what you should say, what you shouldn't say."

"Yes, I said it, but he said you are not an outsider. It is better to tell you these things than to hide them." The young gray elf looked at Zhou Zhigan with a firm face: "Uncle won't harm me, so you won't harm us either."

"...Yes, I won't harm you." He reached out and patted the gray elf boy's head. Zhou Zhigan heard the explosion. He turned around and saw sparks lit up from the sea. It was the battleship using naval guns.

New Eden's troops have approached the Harbour Zone from both sides. No matter how hard Marceau fights with his battles, as well as his wives, he will not be able to continue fighting on the Third Avenue in a situation where he is isolated or even surrounded. They will eventually retreat into the Harbour Zone.

If there is no accident, the new Edens will rush into the Harbour Zone at dawn and send all the East Continental men who are unwilling to go into the sea to feed the fish.

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Enemies are everywhere.

Anne looked at the red signs in the viewfinder and pulled the trigger of the shotgun in her hand from time to time. The horizontal muzzle helped the shots to project the muzzle horizontally, clearing all flesh and blood on their routes horizontally.

But the New Edens are constantly killing, just as their companions said, the only thing that the New Eden poor are inexhaustible is probably human life.

They don't have beautiful calfskin boots, fitted military uniforms, and helmets and protective gear. They just charge to fate and fearless life.

In other words, the machine guns of the team behind them urged them to learn to be fearless.

"My sisters! Our friendly forces on the left can no longer support it!" The sisters with stargazers shouted loudly beside Annie.

There were gunfire everywhere, and there were roars of life and death everywhere. Anne nodded. They were now supporting the southern part of the defense line. To their left was the friendly Darol Steel Shield Chapter. These dwarves had been fighting since nightfall. The six battle groups under the name of the first ladder seemed to have been completely lost.

"Communicate with the command and tell the guys who don't have to come and die that the southern defense line is in danger." Anne replied to her sister while changing the magazine.

She didn't hear the answer, turned her head and saw her lying in a pool of blood.

After a while of silence, he reached out and flipped over the human beings who rushed over with a nail hammer. Anne bent down and grabbed the arcane radio station on the back of the dead sister and carried it on her left shoulder. The shotgun in her right hand ejected the bayonet and stabbed the self-destructive dwarf who ignited the explosives on her chest, and then replenished her blood as the best flame retardant.

The empty right hand picked up the headphones and found that it was broken. So he shook his body and the Arcane Radio directly hit the head of the orc who was rushing towards him.

There was always only one winner in the battle between steel and flesh. The orc's head was broken at a speed visible to the naked eye, but it was still not dead. So Anne grabbed its shoulders with both hands and tore the huge piece of meat apart.

Power Armor can provide over tons of grip and pulling that ordinary people cannot resist.

Pulling out the shotgun from the flesh and blood that was stuck on the ground, Anne held the gun in her left hand, turned it sideways, pulled the bolt with her right hand, then grabbed the front of its barrel, and used violent methods to pull off the horizontal duckbill muzzle, and once again responded to the round-scattered shotgun and the werewolf rushing over. The full moon made the werewolf not die due to gunshot wounds, but facing the raised shotgun and the large bayonet with sharp skills at the bottom of its barrel, the werewolf's advance turned into a disaster. The bayonet finally fell and divided the enemy in front of her into two halves.

This time, the werewolf's full moon immortality can no longer take effect.

There were more and more new Edens. With this idea, Anne noticed that a red flare was rising on the right, which was a signal to call for artillery fire to hit the defense line.

Anne, who had freed her right hand and started walking, shot while shooting, and came to the nearby fox pit. The wounded were arranged here before. She lowered her body and took out her companions from the pit, dragging him to retreat while shooting.

"Can you still raise your hand?" she asked.

"I just had a leg injury," he replied.

"Okay, have you seen the magazine in my right leg bag? The red box mouth sign."

"I saw it. I want to lean back at this angle... Don't, don't drag me like this, I have a knee injury!"

So Anne, who replaced the wounded with a front drag, fired another shot, hung up the empty room, and the magazine fell off automatically. The injured person took out the magazine and raised it, and cooperated with Anne to install the magazine.

"Very good, the next magazine is in the white box." Anne pointed the shotgun to the ground and used the hook on the power armor to complete the process of pulling the bolt.

The bullet passed by Anne's power armor, and the wounded screamed: "I was shot! They hit me in the leg again!"

Annie took a look and found that his left calf had said goodbye to his master.

"Hold on a little bit." After saying that, Anne pulled him up so that he could lean against her legs. At the same time, she pulled the shotgun's heat sink with her right hand, and then pressed the fiery red barrel on his injured leg. The high temperature could not handle the flesh and blood, but could close the blood vessels. Although it was not a qualified method, it would at least not cause him to die from acute bleeding.

There was no scream or scream, and there was only a simple fainting.

Continuing to drag him away, Annie heard the whistling sound of falling from the air. The artillery soldiers behind him did not hesitate at all. During several school shootings, Annie dragged the wounded to the second line of defense and handed the wounded to the medical soldier who had been prepared.

The New Edens were flooding the first line of defense. Anne saw the stargazer's battle flag falling, saw the scattered soldiers who wanted to withdraw from the first line of defense were shot, and saw friends being picked on bayonets.

Then the shells fell and flooded everything on the first line of defense.

"These damn new Edens." A companion of stargazers gritted his teeth and cursed.

Anne did not agree, she just watched the soil stirred up by the raindrops made of steel and explosives falling down, and it continued.

Death is not scary.

For some reason, she thought of the sentence that General Bai Chaoran wrote on the first page of the diary.
Chapter completed!