Chapter 1385: Calm steps

A swordsman of the Heavenly Sword God Sect was hiding in a crater gnawing on a scorched rabbit's leg. The rabbit died of a cannonball that deviated from its target and landed near the crater when it was blown up.

In fact, the rabbit can't be eaten anymore. The strange burnt smell on the whole body, the inside is not cooked and the outside is burnt, it makes people lose their appetite.

However, the sad thing is that because the logistics supply of the Heavenly Sword God Sect has been chaotic, and some supply lines have been completely cut off, it is possible to find some food at this time. For a poor grassroots swordsman, it is definitely not too good. Easy thing.

He used his teeth to tore at the unfamiliar rabbit meat, looking at the big tree that was broken next to him, and the branches of the tree that were cut and broken by shrapnel.

Not long ago, his natal Flying Sword had cracked in the cruel battle. In such a high-intensity battle, he couldn't even shed the aura of his flying sword, let alone other energy.

This kind of battle is too difficult for a swordsman of his cultivation level. The powerful explosive power and close combat ability of the master swordsman is not enough to see in the face of high-intensity war.

Swallowing that half-baked rabbit leg, this lucky sword repairer at least filled his stomach.

The other swordsman not far from him was not so lucky. He hasn't had a good food for two days.

He already vaguely felt his stomachache, struggling for a long time, and finally took out only one elixir in his arms, stuffed it into his mouth, barely moisturized the pill with the smoking mouth, and made the pill. The fragrance temporarily dispelled hunger.

However, he didn't know what else he should do next, the order to retreat was not sent, and it was obviously a dead end to stay here.

"What should be done." He did not dare to abandon the sect, because the power of the Heavenly Sword God Sect was beyond doubt. It was too easy to hunt down such a poor monk like him.

But he didn't plan to die here, because there is hope when he is alive, and there is nothing when he is dead.

When the fragrance of the pill disappeared without a trace in his mouth, the poor monk finally waited for the change on the battlefield-but he didn't want to see such a change.

A cannonball fell suddenly and hit a small high ground not far from his side. There are dozens of his fellow students stationed there, but now he is very fortunate that he is dead and poor.

Fortunately... it was hit on the high ground over there. If it hit him, he would be in bad luck.

Sure enough, before his mental activities were over, more shells fell like raindrops.

"Heh!" He grinned, and saw the thick smoke rolling in the distance, and he made a sound that I didn't know if it was gloating or insensitive.

The ground is shaking and the mountains are shaking, and there are stone chips and blade-like shock waves everywhere. The flying stumps and broken arms were intertwined, and fragments of trees that should have grown densely on the top of the mountain could be seen.

The place that was as calm as lake water just now is tyrannical like hell. The swordsmen who had actively intercepted the incoming artillery shells are now accustomed to no longer caring about the deadly falling bodies.

Because those falling bodies, in their view, are endless to intercept. Their precious auras, as well as the flying swords that looked like life, were exhausted in another collision, breaking into powder, and that kind of flying weapon, when the other party lost it, seemed like money-free garbage.

This is not a reciprocal contest at all, the other side is obviously using these weapons to consume their combat effectiveness.

When they are consumed and embarrassed and their fighting power is running out, the opponent will launch an attack, throw in those sturdy tortoise-like chariots, and bit by bit cannibalize their positions.

As long as the whole war situation is not blind, it can already be seen that it is developing in a direction that is unfavorable to them.

Before, when he had just arrived on the front line, the Jianfeng where they were, and those high-spirited fellows, were still attacking an unknown small mountain village.

But later, they were ordered to retreat back to the edge of a dense forest.

Later, they were ordered to retreat and retreated to the back of the dense forest... Yesterday, they just retreated here, and they reluctantly built a ridiculous, weird defensive position here.

They also learned the appearance of those enemies, connected the bullet craters, and dug a long big hole. Such a large hole can reduce the probability of being hit by enemy weapons, allowing them to save their lives.

In the past, facing the dense rain of arrows from the enemy, facing the enemy's army like the ocean, they strolled in the courtyard, talked and laughed, and let the stalks fly away. How can there be such a time of retreat in embarrassment today?

Just when he thought of those glorious pasts a thousand times in his mind, the artillery fire covering the top of the hill suddenly extended to where he was.

A cannonball exploded not far from his side, a huge air wave and a deafening sound, pulling the poor swordsman back into reality.

He decisively hugged his head, retracted to the bottom of the crater, and waited honestly, waiting for the arrival of his last moment.

It is a pity that the cannonball did not directly hit the crater he was in, but crossed the crater and extended to the distance.

The air was filled with the smell of dust rolled up by the explosion, and there was also some burning scorching smell in it.

The swordsman curled up into a ball didn't care about slapping the dust on his body, so he stuck his head out of the bullet hole. When his vision was restored and the dust in front of him gradually subsided, the shelling had stopped.

At this time, the swordsman discovered that beside the crater he was in, another crater had been filled by more than half of the huge crater exploded by new artillery shells.

Now, the new crater is still hot, and in the crater just buried, the exposed palm of the buried corpse is still holding a fleshy rabbit leg bone.

"Zhang Hao! Senior Brother Zhang Hao!" The swordsman who had survived by crawling around cried and rolled over and rolled into the half-collapsed bullet crater. While digging with his hands, he yelled loudly.

Unfortunately, no one responded to his yelling. He dug and stopped, because the soil in his hands had become thick, and the red blood had leached out of the soil.

Everything seemed to have returned to calm, but just in the calm, the two wings of this position, densely packed puppet robot troops, overturned their trenches, carrying weapons, and accompanied by the M4 tank that lit up the magical defense barrier, calmly Took a step forward.