1311 Did Not Save Him
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Frankly speaking, the Alan Hill Empire cannot afford to use hypersonic ballistic missiles all the time. Not to mention the high price, ammunition reserves will also be tight.
Therefore, the deduction of the white-haired old man of the Heavenly Sword Sect is correct, and the second round of blows from the Alan Hill Empire will indeed weaken a lot.
Tomahawk cruise missiles are significantly less exaggerated in speed than ballistic missiles and are easier to defend against. This kind of subsonic missile is cheap and naturally easier to intercept.
The only thing that makes the masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect afraid is that the warheads carried by these missiles are really powerful.
Even if they succeed in intercepting it at a distance of tens of meters, and use their flying swords to destroy the missile body, the subsequent huge explosion will affect the surrounding swordsmen.
This is really a depressing thing, and the masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect don't know how many similar weapons the opponent has.
Therefore, even if a Tomahawk cruise missile can only consume one or two white-clothed swordsmen, they feel that they are at a disadvantage.
"Can't they fight us head-on?" A swordsman in white came out of the dust raised by the explosion, cursing loudly.
Amidst his yelling, another Tomahawk cruise missile was intercepted by Feijian in the distance, and exploded in mid-air, turning into a ball of fire.
No one knew when this attack would come to an end, until everything stopped, and the resentful white-clothed swordsmen began the aggrieved process of searching for their companion's corpse in the bomb crater again.
"Master!" A white-clothed swordsman cupped his fists and lowered his head: "More than seventy people died in battle! More than a hundred people were injured!"
The white-haired old man waved his hand impatiently, and called out the disciple who came to deliver the bad news: "Got it! You step back first! I have my own arrangements!"
When the people retreated, the white-haired old man looked at the parts on the table again, and the displeasure on his face became more obvious.
"The elixir brought here is running out! There are many wounded, especially seriously wounded, even if they are rescued, they will not be of much use to the sect." An old man spoke, as if talking to himself, It seemed to be suggesting something.
Of course he didn't say these words for nothing, he said these words just for the white-haired old man to hear. Consuming the resources of the sect to save the wounded who could not be saved, this also has to bear some pressure within the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Here, the strong are respected, and the capable people take up more resources of the sect. If it weren't for the war, the situation would only be worse.
"Then stop the elixir for the seriously wounded first!" The white-haired old man weighed it up, and ordered to the old man: "You know, this kind of thing can't be done clearly!"
"Yes!" The old swordsman, who was obviously not as good as the white-haired old man, lowered his head slightly, cupped his fists and said, "I will arrange it! Just say that the doctor embezzled the elixir, and then deal with that doctor."
It's not the first time he has done this kind of thing. Anyway, in the end, there is no evidence to prove it. Others know it well and have no excuses.
No way, who told this to be the Heavenly Sword Sect! If everyone didn't recognize such a system, they would have left long ago, right?
At this time, a voice suddenly sounded outside the tent: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! I am Lu Yun! I want to see Master! I want to see Master!"
His voice was so loud that even the white-haired old man could hear it clearly. The white-haired old man frowned slightly, coughed and walked out.
The swordsmen on both sides immediately helped him open the curtain of the tent, a stream of sunlight shone into the tent, and the darkness inside immediately lightened a lot.
The white-haired old man motioned for the two swordsmen who stopped Lu Yun to retreat, and then motioned for Lu Yun to follow him back to the tent.
With a wave of his hand, a water glass on the table flew in front of Lu Yun and hovered there.
Lu Yun quickly took the water glass, thanked him, and drank it all down before saying: "Master! The team going to the place where the Excalibur is located,
Intercepted by thousands of weird puppets, the whole, the whole army was wiped out..."
He clutched his broken arm, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and continued: "The other party has a weird weapon. They can follow us wherever we hide. They will explode when touched. It's very powerful... "
"So... my eldest disciple... has fallen?" The white-haired old man known as Master interrupted Lu Yun, and only asked how his apprentice was.
Lu Yun's face was pale, and he answered, "I tell Master... Senior Brother, Senior Brother is indeed, indeed, has fallen..."
"So, the strategy of attacking the opponent's master failed?" The old man asked again in a long tone.
He didn't seem to care about Lu Yun's injury, nor what happened to those 300 masters now. He just cared about his big disciple and the progress of the plan to behead the other party's leader.
Lu Yun's face became even paler, and after panting twice, he continued to answer: "I tell Master... There are many enemies, and there are weird puppets everywhere. We don't even look like the leader of the other party. When I saw... I was defeated."
In fact, he had already said it very euphemistically - because the actual situation was that they were beaten up without even seeing the Holy Church.
There is no way, the bad news that 300 masters have wiped out the army has already made the white-haired old man a little unstable. At this time, if you don't pick up nice words, you may be unlucky.
Thinking of this, Lu Yun continued to add: "The opponent has already prepared, and the number of people is much larger than us. We fought hard and killed countless enemies. In the end, because there were too many enemies, we had to retreat..."
"Very good! Very good!" The white-haired old man nodded slightly, and walked to Lu Yun's side, showing a kind smile.
He stretched out his skinny hand, pressed it on Lu Yun's shoulder, and asked slowly, "Thank you...Thank you for risking your life to send back such important news..."
After finishing speaking, he moved his hand to Lu Yun's neck, and with a sudden force, Lu Yun's body struggled and went limp.
"But... you shouldn't be alive... child! You shouldn't be alive! They are all dead, my first disciple is dead! How can you live!" The white-haired old man threw away Lu Yun's body, slowly Standing up, he muttered coldly.
He walked to the side, took out a towel scalded with warm water from the hanger, wiped his hands carefully, and handed the towel to the old man at the side: "Carry him out, the injury is too serious, I will try my best to treat it." , did not save him...it's a pity."
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