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Canyon Escapee Mole: "...Cough! Brothers, did the server just go down for maintenance?"
Quit Smoking: "???"
Wei Ba: "0ω0?"
Edge Paddler: "What??"
Fang Chang: "Generally speaking, we call this situation resurrection cooldown."
Makabazi: "Hahahaha! I'm dying!"
Commander Fountain: "Brother, are you even capable of this? (Grin)"
Wo Zui Hei: "If you really can't do it, how about we take over? (Grin)"
Canyon Escapee Mole: "Get lost, get lost, get lost. People make mistakes, horses stumble... MMP! What goddamn rotten luck!"
Fang Chang: "True, everyone has bad luck sometimes. At least our brother Mole's teammates are still online, so it shouldn't be a big problem."
Ye Shi: "Is it just me? I feel like we've had a similar conversation before. (Grin)"
Yileina: "You should be asking when we haven't had a similar conversation. (Grin)"
Elf King Fugui: "This game is way too realistic. (Grin)"
Canyon Escapee Mole: "Holy shit, why are you two down here too?!"
Yileina: "Didn't we come here to laugh at you? We'll be heading back soon. (Grin)"
Elf King Fugui: "Farewell, Commander! (Grin)"
Canyon Escapee Mole: "@#&@!"
The facts proved that while showing off might not get you struck by lightning, carelessness and underestimating the enemy would definitely cause problems.
Although the Southern Legion's 340,000-strong unit was only a mechanized infantry division, and although it had been caught off guard by bad luck, it was not the soft target Mole had imagined—something that could be kneaded at will.
In fact, compared with the armored forces the Southern Legion had yet to master, the mechanized infantry coordinating attacks with artillery was their real trump card!
Being a reserve force was merely a strategic designation. It did not mean the entire unit was made up of rookies.
The clock turned back half an hour.