"Super exciting!" Looking out the porthole, the grassland elf Ike Otto said loudly: "I just said that this kind of big scene must be done once, we are right this time!"

"Don't play yourself to death! Put on the armor quickly! Go to the deck!" the commander shouted loudly.

Ike immediately put on the leather breastplate prepared by his wife for him. The mitril lock mail lined with the leather breastplate. It is really suitable for a small person like Ike to protect his torso.

The troops transport ships began to descend to altitude, and a large number of combat mages and combat boats and chaotic air units were competing for air supremacy, covering the troops transport ships successfully landing in the temple area. Ike got off the ship along the crowd. Listening to the bells near his ears, the battle group began to line up in a gang, and there should be local logistics personnel guiding them.

"I suddenly began to sympathize with the guys guarding swords and armor from the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries of the Middle Ages, guarding the heirlooms from my ancestors, but found that what I had learned for so many years was abandoned by the times. It was really hopeless." Standing in the queue, as a young conscientious historian who moved with the movement of the team, Ike spoke seriously to his friends: "Look at the muskets that those guys were firing, I heard that they were all good guys who used in the Chaos Battle over Ashbey last time."

As a mixed-race child of the patriarchal line who is a good man in Terr, Ike should have followed his kind of action, but he was eventually driven out of the battle group by those kind of people.

"We are the Bachelors' Team! If you have a family business, please don't come and defile this flag!"

"So many girls want to attack the young ladies in the treatment team! You were fired!"

"Don't show your love! Get out!"

They are really some unconventional similarities. Ike ran back to Saturn and someone was colonizing, and it was better for the guys from the big battle group on his mother. Although he was shown his love and fed dog food every day, at least these guys never had the idea of ​​firing him.

"I am worthy of being a top student in the history department." His companion said.

"Of course, that's why I entered the history system of Moon Pit 1 with full marks. History is really a long scroll with a harsh style." Speaking of this, Ike saw a similar person standing on the platform where he was distributing muskets and supplies: "Make a bet, then the beautiful lady will take out a tin horn in the next second and say something to encourage us, such as letting us go to the battlefield to fight the enemy bravely."

Then they saw the young lady take out a tin horn, she held it with her left hand and a piece of paper in her right hand and began to recite: "Two people have a gun! The one in front of her is dead, the one in the back picks up the gun and continues to charge! We have a team of supervisors! The guys who escape will be executed by the mage with the serial flame explosion technique... Is this how you earthlings fight? It sounds so stupid."

The team ahead laughed and Ike jumped, not finding anything, but his tall friend found the problem: "It seems that the guy in front handed a note to the girl."

"I just knew it was the animals of Company C. This passage came from the remake of the troops at the city." Ike rolled his eyes: "And this was not something that happened on the Soviet battlefield back then. Those Russians might starve to death, but bullets and guns are absolutely enough. The idiot French director put his experience in the war in the Soviets. Anyway, dead people would not defend themselves."

"You know so much."

"Please, no matter how much I say, I am also a top student who scored a perfect score in the History Department of the First National College."

The team continued to move forward, and Ike and his companions continued to chat until they arrived at the edge of the stage. Ike immediately changed into a shy smile. When he took the musket from the little girl, the little man who could make a dirty joke with his companions smiled sweetly: "My sister, your skin is so white. Is it good to be my girlfriend?"

"No, Mr. Ike Ottoto, a guy like you is famous in our circle. Go away quickly, otherwise my father will definitely peel you off." The young lady on the stage smiled, but from the musket that came out of her hand... Ike raised his eyebrows, then pursed his mouth, and finally lowered his head and followed the abortion away from the side of the stage.

"I understand why you were fired by so many battle groups. You can be heated as long as you are cute girls." His companion looked disgusted: "You really don't look like a terr good man."

"Is it a sin to pursue the beautiful and lovely young lady?"

"I'm going, I'm speechless!"

"Isn't that right? Now, let me see how this guy is going to use it." As one meter two, Ike got a musket suitable for the operation of the grassland elves. Although the caliber of the bullet is the same as that of an ordinary musket because the logistics master does not allow the gun to swallow it, it is at least half less than the ordinary model in terms of recoil adjustment or other aspects.

"Well, it should be the bolt, I'll look... It's good, there are no bullets, that is, if you want to use this thing well, then at least you have to load the bullets and let me see..." Ike picked up the bridge clamping platoon, stuffed it into the loading port, pressed down the bullets hard, and put the bridge clamping platoons in place: "Well, yes, it's this kind of guy, Lee Enfield, from the appearance, it should be no5, used in Southeast Asia during World War II... But it seems that it's shorter than no5."

"After all, it is the ultra-short carbines used by you grassland elves." Ike's friend said.

Ike shrugged his shoulders, and it was not wrong to say that the length of the musket used in one meter and two is usually 750mm to 1100mm, and the length of the 1100mm gun can only be used for positioning and shooting. The grassland elves could not hold a big guy similar to that of themselves and ran on the battlefield. The 900mm is a carbin rifle, which is what my friend calls an ultra-short carbin. For big men, the 900mm carbines can only be considered ultra-short carbines. After all, these days, the electromagnetic rifles in the hands of the Earth Federation bigheads wearing power armor are all 1400mm full length.

And those below 800mm are all kinds of shotguns.

"By the way, I think why don't I send us a few shotguns?" Ike's friend sighed at the standard rifle in his hand.

"What do you want to hit with it?" Ike looked at his friend: "Our excellent shooters of the grassland elves can use this rifle to hit within 300 meters of range, and the shotgun can only be replaced with a single-headed bullet, which can only pose a theoretical threat to targets a hundred meters away. Now our opponent is the chaos below the city wall. Do you think the shotgun can get them?"

"Well... OK, you convinced me, but are we going to the city wall now?" the big man said, loading the bullets.

Ike was about to answer his old friend when the wall on the left side of his team suddenly collapsed.

When most people were stunned by this change, Ike pushed away his company commander. As a history master and military occupant, Ike pulled the whistle from the company commander's neck and blew the sharp whistle: "Scatter!! Get ready to shoot!!"
Chapter completed!