Chapter 1324: city

"Retreat!" Looking at the small smoke-bearing village in the distance, the leader of the white swordsman who had been reinforced from the periphery of Village No. 157, reluctantly gave up the offensive plan.

He had already invested more than 300 troops in such a small village, but the roof of that village was still covered with the **** black golden eagle flag that made him a little angry.

Seeing the huge explosion just now, he felt that no matter how hard his troops worked, they could no longer win the distant village.

Comparing the weak civilians and the civilians slaughtered by them, and the real army in front of them, the gap is really too big.

In his view, this is basically the existence of two different worlds: these civilians are too weak, but these troops are terribly powerful.

No matter how he attacks, the enemies there are very tenacious to push them back, and what makes him helpless is that no matter how he attacks, the opponent's defensive strength does not seem so strong.

From beginning to end, he has only seen three such sturdy chariots shuttle in the middle of the line of defense, and there will always be some weird aircraft on top of his head, constantly suppressing and interfering with the deployment of his troops. .

Although he has shot down many small, unremarkable, weird flying devices, he doesn't feel the joy of winning at all.

In front of such a small village, he has lost more than 270 people, and 30 seriously injured, which has become a burden to his troops.

Now he has less than 200 people left in his hand. If he continues to attack at this time, it is very likely that the soldiers he brought with him will all fall here.

What makes him feel uneasy is that there has been no news from the flanking troops for a long time. There are more than 100 people over there. If there is no accident, someone should have been sent to contact him.

If that army had an accident, it would be even more dangerous for him to go deep here alone. If the enemy outflanks the two wings, it is really not easy for him to get out.

Thinking of this, he gave the order to retreat without hesitation. The swordsmen in white clothes beside him, after hearing this order, immediately began to retreat with the wounded.

The troops of the Heavenly Sword God Sect are not like a serious army. Their cooperation and offensive tactics are very superficial. It is only because of their strong personal strength that they have a strong combat effectiveness.

What they faced before was just some low-power opponents, which did not give them enough need to improve their fighting methods, after all, how they could win.

But now, when they face the well-trained combat troops of the Ailan Hill Empire, they seem immature. They lacked systematic combat cooperation, and when they retreated, they were even more chaotic.

Some people used flying swords to carry the wounded and mixed in the crowd. Some people followed behind with some tents and other supplies. Only the guarded swordsmen scattered around made this team look a little like that.

However, when an unlucky white-clothed swordsman stepped on the green light that seemed to be nothing, accompanied by a clear creak, a thunder flew up, interrupting the wonderfulness of these white-clothed swordsmen. peaceful.

"Boom!" When the flying sword of the protective body slashed on the jumping thunder, the jumping thunder had also exploded, and it directly covered the surrounding white-clothed swordsmen with shrapnel.

This group of swordsmen in white clearly didn't understand what is called rocket-fired minelaying, and they certainly didn't know the variety of landmines in the Ailan Hill Empire.

A swordsman who was frightened by the explosion backed back and stepped on the fuse of the pressure mine. He felt that he had stepped on something, but he hadn’t seen a similar movie, and he didn’t know if he stepped on it. reason.

As a result, he was so scared that he quickly raised his feet, and then the landmine exploded as a matter of course, blasting half of his leg into the sky.

Most of the landmines of the Ailan Hill Empire are not weapons of killing. At the beginning of their design, their goal has been determined: I only want you to have one leg!

It is not benevolence but more cruel. This is the terrible thing of modern weapons. What it wants is not to kill people, but to exhaust every drop of the enemy's bones and blood in all areas.

Blowing up an enemy's leg, wasting the combat power of several enemies to force them to save the wounded, and every day in the future, the wounded would consume supplies and medicines...This is the real cruelty.

"Be careful, everyone! Watch out for your feet!" A white-clothed swordsman glanced at a black mine that had been thrown on the ground at his feet, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and loudly reminded his companion.

In fact, without his reminder, everyone started to become cautious. The marching speed, which was originally fairly fast, immediately became slow.

What they didn't know was that the role of these mines was to slow down their marching speed and buy more time for the troops surrounded by two wings.

Now, time has been won, the two wings of the Ailan Hill Empire troops are ready, and behind them, a large number of grenadiers have already reached the pre-selected defensive positions.

This white-clothed swordsman's army has actually been completely surrounded, but they don't know it yet.

When these people realized that they had been surrounded, panic suddenly spread among the white-clothed swordsmen team of less than 200 people.

However, even more unlucky than their unlucky Heavenly Sword God Sect masters is another swordsman who has encountered the demon army.

At this moment, they have been wiped out. Not one left, they all became food for the devil dog, and became the demon's merits.

Feeling the broken jade slip, the white-haired old man Zhang Jia's face became more and more ugly. He sent three teams of 500 people, and five teams of 100 people, and arranged more than 2,000 people out.

As a result, these more than 2,000 disciples have now fallen to nearly 1,000! A team of 500 people was wiped out, and another team had suffered heavy losses. What's more frightening was that there was only one team of 100 people who were responsible for supporting them now!

In other words, the opponent has stocked heavy troops in almost all directions, and both have the ability to defeat hundreds of white-clothed swordsmen...

"These... assholes!" Zhang Jia raised her head angrily, took out a mountain carved from white jade from her arms, and injected her aura into the mountain: "You all, you are all going to die!"

Behind him, inside the space portal of the Heavenly Sword God Sect, a mountain peak with a huge rune array slowly emerged.

"Master...you, why did you summon your own fairy mountain..." a white-clothed swordsman looked at the condensing mountain in the distance in astonishment and asked in astonishment.

"I want them to see what is real...power!" The white-haired old man Zhang Jia said coldly.

At the same time, near the Magic Eye of the Ailan Hill Empire, a city several times larger than a mountain peak is slowly appearing.