. "Renie! Why are you here?"

Looking at the familiar figure walking out of the baggage vehicle, Feili was suddenly a little shocked.

"Hmph! If I weren't here, your boss would have become a prisoner!"

Renee pushed the entangled baggage carriage a crack, then squeezed it out sideways. Her face was smoky and black, as if she had become a black man. Despite this, the female priest's strong style remained unabashed. As soon as she saw Feili, she suddenly clamped him under her arm and twisted his bald scalp with her fists. "Why are you always worried about this guy? Every time you go on battle, it's like playing a heartbeat game. I just heard that when the whole line was defeated, I was almost worried about you! You little fool want me to be a widow so much!"

"Oh oh, it hurts so much! Wait, you said widow? Have you promised to marry me?"

"What? I've got all the beds in, do you still want to admit it?"

"Of course not...oh, let go of my hand, I didn't mean that. The problem is, it seems that it is not suitable to talk about such a thing now!"

"When will it be right? When will you have an affair?"

"Woooo, don't mess around!"

Just as the two of them expressed their long separation in an extremely enthusiastic way, Chairman Zena also came out of the fortifications surrounded by dozens of carriages, followed by a few soldiers. Strangely, from the clothes, there were not many of these people who belonged to her original personal guards. There were very few people in military uniforms, but the majority of the men in casual clothes accounted for. When they saw the couple getting together, Zena's black face suddenly showed a smile-like expression, and the other people's expressions were also very wonderful.

"You two have a really good relationship. You guys are all in a place like this to have a heart to flirt with each other!"

The nerveless Renee didn't care, but Feili blushed and tried hard to break free from Renee's iron arms, but she couldn't do it. She had to squeeze out a smile at Zena in such an awkward posture that was even worse than crying.

"No, this is all my woman is ignorant... Ouch! Why are you hitting me again?" Feili said with tears in her eyes, touching the lump on her head.

"Who is your woman? Have you ever spoken through your brain?" Renee looked fierce.

"You didn't want me to be responsible just now..." Feili seemed very aggrieved. The girl's thoughts were really hard to guess.

"Renie is also worried about you. She is a little excited, so she is a little out of date. It's really thanks to her that I can save this life this time." While Renie was going to rescue the wounded and clean up the supplies, Zena quietly walked over and comforted Feili, who was rubbing her head.

"I know she cares about me. But why is she here with you? Where is your local guard? Why are these guys left?" Feili pointed at the two or three local guards, and asked in confusion. That was originally a large organization that was one thousand people!

Zena sighed and began to explain with a sad face. It turned out that after being driven out of the central position, Zena and a group of confidants tried desperately to gather the remaining soldiers. The army was reorganized and fought again. The troops retreated were too messy and completely lost their establishment. These defeated soldiers had no courage to shoot the enemy with guns, and they had enough courage to use bayonets to attack the supervising team. She jumped up and down for a long time and couldn't even catch a soldier hair. Even the last little guard was almost dispersed, and they could only escape in chaos among the defeated soldiers.

But these people were very unprofessional in running away. They would not talk about trampling on each other, but were caught up by the elves who were seeking to survive in death. At this very inappropriate time, Zena's conspicuous handsome flag was unfortunately not discarded. Although it could not attract its own people, it attracted the attention of the elves very efficiently. During the running and fighting, Zena's subordinates were mostly separated, and finally they were oppressed by the elves to the beach. They were about to become prisoners of war, or even worse, and turned into corpses.

At this moment, the savior finally arrived.

Renee, who was sent to escort supplies, was driving a long carriage full of weapons and food to pass through the northern exit of the canyon. When she saw that the battle situation was so deteriorating, she immediately ordered the horse to be lifted and ignited the horse's tail to drive the mad horse to rush forward, successfully disrupting the siege army's encirclement and rescued Zena and her last few confidants. After that, she put the baggage vehicle on the cliff to set up a simple defensive position, which barely blocked the elves' attack for half an hour, and finally waited for Feili's giant bear army.

This sounds a bit incredible at first glance. Hundreds of civilians and a few guards could not deal with the enemy. However, Feili looked at the place where they were deploying, and generally understood. They were guarding a small hill, with cliffs on all sides, and there was only a gap that was not wide to be defended. Moreover, the defense circle of the baggage truck blocked the enemy, blocked the escape route of the people inside, and could only resist with all their hearts. Moreover, their opponents were also in a bad situation of low morale and disorderly command. As long as the arms are abundant and the mind is on guard, it is still possible to hold on for a little time.

However, this also shows that Renee's command ability is excellent. Behind the front, there were thousands of civilians equipped with guns and even volunteers, but there were no one who had the courage to turn around and attack. If you encounter a bad commander, these civilians who were completely untrained would probably scatter the entire army when they heard the gunshots, and even threw all their weapons into the hands of the enemy.

Thinking of this, Feili's vision of Renee also changed a little. Her girlfriend doesn't seem to be a simple and brave but amateur military hobby that talks about war on paper. When she is lucky, she can make quick decisions and make pretty tactical plans. Perhaps, this is to learn about war in war.

Looking back, the remaining elves were still huddled on the hillside by the sea, desperately clamoring to the elves warships on the sea and asking for help, as if they wanted the fleet to take them back from the sea. Feili estimated that it seemed to be a great risk to annihilate these hundreds of remaining enemies with his own troops, so he gave up the idea of ​​continuing to fight. After all, this battle had been won. It was good to have a perfect ending with icing on the cake, but it would not be fun to give the opponent a chance to make a comeback.

Looking back on the past few hours, Feili suddenly felt that centuries had passed, and her psychological endurance had been tested unprecedentedly. From the confusion and doubts before the war, to the high spirits in the layout and planning, from the loss and fear of losing and falling out at the moment of touch, to the ecstasy of the enemy's ecstasy in the big explosion, and finally felt tired and helpless because of the endless battle of pursuit. With this experience, I think that no matter whether the business goes bankrupt or the stock plunges, I will not lose the courage to survive.

In any case, this battle was won under my own planning. Although there is a certain component of opportunism, well, it should be said that opportunism accounts for the most important part. However, victory is not criticized. No matter how absurd strategies and tactics are, as long as you win, it will be a clever plan, and losing is a whim. It seems that this time, it is almost certain to get the title of "wise general". I wonder if I can change to a major general's epaulette to show off...

Just as Fili was thinking about the post-war reward, an intermittent explosion suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

"Hmm? Where did the explosion come from? I remember these enemies probably didn't have time to drag the cannon away!"

Feili looked at the hills occupied by the Elf Army, and there was no white smoke showing fire. Look at the sea, there were obvious smoke rising from the warships in the distance. These guys were not giving up and wanted to continue throwing shells into the water through the shallows... No, why is the distance between the warships so close! Damn, this place is too south, and the shallows area has already left. The flags and signals that the Elf Army just issued were not asking for help, but guiding the bombardment direction to the warships!

Faced with the sudden bombardment, Feili was at a loss for a moment and poked there blankly and didn't know what to do. Before he could react, Renee, who was a few steps away, turned around and pounced him heavily and pressed him to the ground.

"Blasting! Lying down!"

Accompanied by the severe pain of his head hitting the ground, he heard a string of sharp roars cutting through the sky. A violent explosion kept ringing around, and a huge sound almost tearing his eardrums. His body was trembling violently, the ground was trembling violently, and even the world seemed to be trembling violently.

Suddenly, a larger explosion came from beside him, and pieces of sand and wood chips fell on his face. He felt dizzy in his eyes, and he regained consciousness after a few seconds. Although his eyes were still dark and his ears were buzzing, the vibration on the ground seemed to have stopped.

"Is the shelling over? I don't know what the loss is like... Well, what is this?"

A warm and viscous liquid slowly flowed onto his face and penetrated into his mouth. He licked it gently with his tongue. It was salty, blood! It was Renee's blood!
Chapter completed!