When Garron Warren picked up the telescope and looked at the enemy's command tower, the commander of Negrö had already given up the command tower. All Garrones could see were the knocked canopy and blurred blood. Negrö asked the guard soldiers to climb up the command tower and moved the bodies of Tai'e Bush and the commander of the 22nd Army James Lester. So, what was left to Garrones was the only blood and wreckage that could indirectly prove what happened.

"You really...it's impossible...how did you do it?"

Garrons put down his telescope and turned to Daisy with a question mark on his head. He really had too many questions. What exactly did Daisy kill the opponent, why can this weapon have such a long range? Can we put this weapon into the battles we are currently in, can this weapon be used to continue assassinating the enemy's commander...

There are too many questions to ask, but Garrons does not have enough time. Every time a second is delayed, Elena's soldiers will suffer more casualties. When both sides have already started to meet each other, every life is passing away, dragging Elena to the abyss of failure. Therefore, Garrons can only compress all the problems into one problem in the end.

How did you do it?

"This is a weapon left by Gastens," Daisy answered Garrons' question in a short sentence, "There is only one, and the usage limit is very large."

So Garrons instantly understood. Since it was a weapon left by Gastens, it could naturally have such great power. Since there was only one, it was also understandable why Daisy had to hide it. He got the answer that he satisfies with, so he naturally would not hesitate anymore.

"I'll send an order now. If possible, please continue to attack the enemy's commanders, especially the commanders on the front line."

"I see."

Daisy nodded and picked up the steam sniper rifle again. Garrons glanced at the spear that he had never seen before, but had the thrilling beauty of weapons, and turned around and climbed down the ladder. At this moment, his heart was calm and joyful.

Gastens, after all, left them a killer weapon to turn the tables.

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When the soldiers behind began to shout something in Niglu, Jon Warren could hardly hold his knife. He half-kneeled on the ground and supported his body with a long sword with a gap. His left shoulder was slashed hard by the enemy, and his bones seemed to be broken. But to Jon Warren's arrival, he didn't feel too much pain. In front of him, three enemy soldiers were looking at him and were stalking. Each of them was intact and unharmed. But each of them hesitated before Jon Warren's madness. The farmer and soldiers of Ailena fought like a devil from the so-called hell of the Three Gods, who fought without any pain, chose to eat. They cut him, but they did not dare to go forward and kill him. In front of the dying devil, they were worried about the backlash from the enemy.

Jon Warren was laughing. When he really put everything in the battlefield, he found that fighting and killing were not very difficult. As long as he fought harder, he was more desperate and cruel than the enemy, he could win. He could no longer remember how many people he had killed, and he could not even see the scenery ahead. The rain and blood mixed together made his vision full of dark red.

I'm going to die.

Jon Warren's body was trembling, fighting in the heavy rain, fighting desperately and wounds on his shoulders were quickly consuming his life. But he did not regret that he had done his best for the revolution and the future of the serfs. Perhaps, when the revolution was victorious, those serfs with new life and new identities would not remember his name. But, as Gastens said, even without a name, cute Lena would always remember everyone's sacrifice and dedication.

It was vaguely that Jon Warren heard someone shouting behind him. It was not the Ryan language he was familiar with, but more like the Negro language used by the enemy. Could it be that the enemy was also breaking through the rear? Could it be that this battle was about to lose?

No, I am not dead yet, this battle has not been lost yet!

Not sure where the strength came from, Jon Warren stood up again. The three enemy soldiers standing in front of him took two or three steps back in panic. Seeing their reactions, Jon Warren smiled even happier. He stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, fishy and salty, with a fascinating fragrance. Then, he turned around and looked behind him.

Even if he dies, he must know the end of this battle.

What made Jon Warren happy was that it was not the enemy soldiers who were calling behind, but their own soldiers. So he knew that the position was still there and the revolution was still there. So he turned around and planned to finally give out his insignificant power. However, the enemy soldiers seemed to no longer pay attention to him. They were turning their heads, looking at their rear, and looking at the high command tower.

Chance.

Jon Warren did not care about why the enemy turned around. He had already vaguely captured the fighter plane with a keen sense of consciousness. While the enemy turned around, he could kill another person! He took a step, opened his mouth wide, and let out a silent roar. He held up the long sword that had been opened, and rushed towards the enemy like a ghost.

Then, he struggled to start a charge and fell down. His feet softened and he threw himself heavily to the ground. He had exhausted all his strength and had he shed all his blood. When he smelled the fragrance of the land and the fishy smell of blood, he knew that his time had finally come.

Unfortunately, I couldn't kill another person.

What a great opportunity.

Sorry, Chairman.

I tried my best.

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Perhaps the enemy commander fled from the command tower and cut off the last string of the enemy soldiers. Perhaps the militia who had lost the steam machine guns and advanced weapons defeated the enemy's last confidence with their courage to fearlessness. Perhaps the heavy rain gradually stopped made the enemy feel that they had lost hope of victory. Perhaps it was the sky from time to time, killing the bullets of the front-line commanders and smashing the enemy's pillars. Nearly an hour after Daisy Richardson killed the Tai family Bush, the enemy's troops retreated.

Ailena guarded their Luoshan intersection, but lost more than one-third of the militia.

Negru lost their commander, but they had nearly 90,000 people left and could attack at any time.

This flesh-and-blood battlefield that temporarily stopped with the heavy rain may become a new place of death at any time in the next moment.

Both sides participating in the war were taking advantage of this last bit of time to put the last bit of chips on the balance of the war.

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As the battle continued, Gastens felt some bad signs. This time, the steam cannon attacked the enemy, too many things unexpected happened. The enemy's calmness and resolute counterattack during the first attack. After the bullets were exhausted, the enemy's cavalry troops were pursuing, and the swamp he fell into after Belancher's death seemed to hint at him. Behind all this, there was a huge conspiracy that made people feel cold.

"Boss", although the party has been established for more than half a year, Ivan's habit of calling Gastens the boss, "We have discovered the enemy's scout again, and we probably have been here for a short time."

"We will retreat soon. Our goal is to get rid of the enemy as soon as possible and return to Elena." Gastens got up from the ground and sorted out his clothes. The continuous battle and escape made all the soldiers very tired. Even if they had a moment of adding water to the stream, Gastens and his soldiers could sleep in this woods for a while.

"I always feel that the enemy's efforts to hold us back must not only be avenge us for destroying their steam cannons." Gastens and Ivan discussed the enemy's tactics again. "They sent us people to kill at the beginning, but I haven't discovered it yet. But no normal commander would constantly send two regiment-sized troops to kill us even though we knew we could eat two regiments. Moreover, after discovering that our ammunition was exhausted, he even took the large army to throw away the baggage and try to fight us to the decisive battle and force us into the southern mountainous areas. This even deviated from their initial offensive route. From this point of view, their intention seemed to be to drag us here."

"But we have analyzed many times that the enemy has not been able to break through Elena's defense line." Berangel's sacrifice made Ivan more low-key. His original loud voice became less and less common, and instead he was a baritone who suppressed some emotions.

"Their steam cannons were destroyed by us, and our steam machine guns were unsolvable to them. Even if they filled their lives, Cute Lena was sufficient ammunition, and it was impossible for the enemy to consume bullets like we did. So, there must be something we didn't expect here."

Gastens frowned. Beside him, the remaining 3,000 soldiers from the guerrilla brigade and the production brigade were quickly ready to set off. In the sky in the distance, the signal smoke from the enemy had begun to float up.

"Are they colluding with Elliot?" This is not the first time Ivan has proposed this idea. "Many of their tactics against us are very similar to Elliot's tactics. Is it possible that Elliot has joined forces with the enemy, hoping to destroy us with the enemy's hands?"

"It's unlikely," Gastens shook his head and carried his bag. Even the leader of the revolution and the chairman of the Communist Party, he never let others carry his bag. The revolution only has different positions and no status. Gastens has always adhered to and practiced this most basic concept. "Eliot even if he wants to kill us, he cannot afford the risk of our technology leaking to Negro. At most, he doesn't lend a helping hand when Elena is attacked, and it's unlikely that he dares to collude so blatantly. If he does this, I guess Paul Gibson will not forgive him."

"Yes," Ivan nodded and returned to the original conclusion, "We still have to go back quickly. But now the enemy has forced us to the southern mountainous area and started to establish a blockade on the outside, so breaking through is not easy."

"It's not easy to do it," Gastens's voice was urgent. He was not afraid of the enemy, but he was always worried that he would miss or make mistakes in this battle. Among the information he didn't know, is there any information that could change the current situation on the battlefield or change Elena's destiny?

"Concentrate all ammunition and throw away unnecessary supplies. The Luoshan type without bullets will be completely dismantled and buried separately. This time, we must break through!"

"……good!"

Ivan was reluctant to leave hearing that he wanted to remove the Luoshan type that they had finally preserved in the battles over the past few days. In order not to let these weapons fall into the hands of the enemy, they even sacrificed more than thirty soldiers. But now, due to the situation, these weapons must be abandoned.

"If you lose it, you can rebuild it, but the enemy must be thrown away!"

Gastens comforted Ivan again and prepared to set off. But at this moment, the messenger Ricky Barris hurriedly ran over.

"The Chairman, there are comrades who come from Elena, who are from the Anti-Investigation Bureau. They say that there is important information to tell you in person!"

It's news from Elena!

Gastens immediately became nervous, and subconsciously clenched the gun in his hand.

"Where are people?"

"Over there, on the periphery of the defense line, his identity is not very certain-"

"Take me over!"

Gastens couldn't wait any longer. He had to know what happened to Elena before he could make the next decision. He and Ivan followed Ricky Barris and found the person. At the first glance when they saw that person, Gastens knew that something happened to Elena.

It was a young man he didn't know, ragged, with wounds visible to the naked eye, and even a gunshot wound, which was obviously the wound he suffered when he broke through the enemy's blockade. His face was pale and his lips were almost blood-colored, which was a clear sign of excessive blood loss. Before seeing Gastens, he leaned against a tree, closed his eyes, and his chest had almost no ups and downs. Anyone who had walked on the battlefield or had a rough medical skill could judge a simple fact from his condition.

He is going to die.

"I am Gastens. Who sent you here? What's wrong?" Gastens knelt down in front of the young man, reached out to hold his head, looked at his slightly opened eyes because of his arrival, forcibly suppressing his inner anxiety and asked softly. Facing the young man in front of him who was burning the last trace of life, Gastens was afraid that he would blow out his life fire with a loud sound.

"Chairman..." When he saw Gastens, the young man seemed to be energetic again. He struggled to sit up and pointed his hand at his chest, "...The enemy is attacking the intersection of Luoshan Road, their steam cannons are intact, and we have difficulty defending. The enemy even declared in front of the camp that Belancher was killed, you were missing, and the guerrilla brigade and production brigade were wiped out. The comrades didn't believe it and were still defending the enemy, but we all hoped that we could-"

As if there was something in the dark that he didn't want Gastens to hear more, the young man's words came to an abrupt end. His hand pointing to his chest softly dropped, and his whole body lost all his vitality in Gastens's arms.

Gastens didn't speak, and he didn't even have time to be sad. The message told by the visitor was too important and too surprising, and he had to act quickly. He reached out and untied the comer's chest and found something he had just wanted to take out. It was a simple note, familiar to the person who wrote Gastens, who was his lover, a note handwritten by Daisy Richardson.
Chapter completed!