"We have lived to this point." Commander 1.2 meters tall, who was lying in a pool of blood, sighed.

He just hit the bullet and ran towards the fox pit, and passed through his abdomen, as if he had hit his lumbar spine, so at this time he could no longer feel his legs.

"Silly girl." He struggled and crawled for a while, then turned around, reached out, grabbed the left hand of his bomb supplyer, and dragged her to his side. The bomb supplyer girl had no sound, and this huge pool of blood was caused by a bullet hitting her belly.

"What a pity, we...we are going to die."

Feeling the coldness, he reached out and pulled out the signal gun from her other hand.

The gunshot, the roar of the new Eden is getting closer and closer. Commander One-meter 2 struggled to lean against the wall of the pit, put the girl's head on her legs, and looked at her unsightly eyes. He raised his hand and shot out the red signal flare in the signal gun.

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The Legion of New Eden seemed to be trapped in a vicious circle - as the battle moved from the city to the harbor area, the battle became more and more cruel. The Eastern Continental defenders called again and again to cover each other, and sometimes, even explicitly called for combat boats with incendiary bombs to cover the entire trench.

Five minutes ago, the New Eden Assault Force, which broke through the Fishermen District of the Seaport District, was completely submerged by the dense incendiary bombs of the combat boat squadron summoned by the Eastern Continental Guardians with red signal flares, and the entire group of troops were buried in the fire.

When the fire stopped, the troops of both sides fought again on the scorching land.

As the encirclement narrows, the harbor area can no longer accommodate too many attack troops. No matter how many attack troops are, they are now losing artillery troops, they are just the souls of the enemy's artillery.

As a result, the battle became even more cruel. Even Zhou Zhiqian's name had the first completely lost troops. A human battle group under his name was lost on the southern front. They bumped into the stargazer of the Earth Federation. Although they did not have many muskets like the one-meter two-meter stargazer, they still made the new Eden battle group break their heads and bloody on their defense.

Some New Eden's battles began to refuse to fight, but it was obvious that the military police would not give them the opportunity to be deserters, and they were eventually caught onto the battlefield.

This made Zhou Zhiqian a little helpless - he could not save every battle group that refused to fight, and even at this time he had to encourage them to continue attacking, because this was the best opportunity. If the attack on the Ashby King Capital was not completed this night, when the Kings Legion arrived, there would never be such a chance again.

Looking at Zhou Zhiqian in front of him, he suddenly felt a hint of tiredness.

Because he found that his superiors were right, war was the tragic path of old people watching outside while young people were driven up to die.

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"What time is it now?" Marceau gasped, while taking out the pocket watch from the watch pocket at his waist. The cat sitting on the empty-handed grenade box leaned the musket in his other hand against the wall of the trench.

Just once again drove the new Eden out of the defense line, Marceau felt that he was almost at his limit - not a physical limit, but a psychological one. This was the first time Marceau felt like this.

After all, he is just a normal kitten, not a bloodless butcher.

The pointer of the pocket watch pointed to three points, which made Marceau feel a little relieved. The Kings War Team in the Arcane Communication Channel has confirmed again that they will enter the venue on time at 6 o'clock. The mages who record the wind-making technique are accelerating the whole process. They will strive to arrive on time at all costs.

The kittens on this line of defense have reached their limit. There are only two survivors of the two young sons in the entire battle group, one seriously injured and the other broken. Under normal circumstances, such losses are unacceptable. Any commander who lost the young sons will be despised, but today, the children of these young sons would rather die than withdraw from the battle.

But this time, Marceau ordered those Shisher to drag the two half-kittens away with long ears and hand them over to everyone in the field hospital.

Now, the third regiment of the Atonement Chapter of the Hischels is following Marceau.

Marceau was also a little curious about this. The kittens followed him because he had a good father and a surname that was proud of; the one-meter-two people followed him, which was because they gave him, the national son-in-law, a great face for Panny and his long-lasting face; those earth war groups also had the same kindness as kings.

What's the case with you guys with long legs and pointed ears?

"You... said you wanted to follow me, why?" Marceau asked.

"Your grandmother is an old member of our Atonement Chapter. She was once the Third Master Chief of the First Sequence. If it weren't for some problems with her family, she would have been a member of the Atonement Pioneer Chapter in the first Open Age... So, we are paying homage to the former Third Master Chief." The young Atonement Commander replied.

This is the first time Marceau has heard of this reason: "Thank you so much."

"Don't thank us, the descendants of Lovanta, for everything you and your companions have done for this world. Anyone with a conscience will thank you. Although your purpose is somewhat biased from the Atonement, there is no difference between us in the belief of fighting for the sake of innocentness." The commander added proudly: "We Atonementers have reason to believe that following your flag will bring us glory."

“…Thank you for understanding this way.”

To be honest, Marceau did thank them. The Atonementers did not appear in the reinforcements sequence at all, but they opened the portal and came directly to Ashbey. Without them, the Harbour Area had lost at least one-third of its defense line.

"You're welcome, sir, by the way, our leader also said we need to thank you."

"Thank me?"

Looking at the commander, Marceau was a little confused.

"I don't know either, but he said, you will understand when you see him." The commander replied with a smile.

Since that was the case, Marceau nodded.

At this moment, one meter two ran over. She was holding a large wooden plate with a cup full of cups. It should be clear water: "Do you need water? Your Excellency, and Mr. Long-legged."

"Thank you, my little cute ears are cute." The commander took the water cup with a skillful look.

Marceau also took a glass of water: "Is this your servants' troops?"

"Yes, very good little cuties," the commander replied. "We generally don't let them go to the front line, but usually they have their own armed forces, so we can only select the youngest children from them to make them do these simple tasks."

Not bad.

Seeing this one-meter-two run away with the plate, Marceau was considering whether to promote it in his own army, at least letting the young children have something to do, right?
Chapter completed!