1389th Very Brave
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If the young swordsman from the Heavenly Sword Sect in front of him also came from time travel, he would definitely point at the old swordsman of the Nine Nether Sect who has no martial virtues and curse: "Don't tell the teacher if you have the ability, don't ask the parents if you have the ability! "
The two made an appointment not to leave after school, but it's a bit unreasonable for you to bring your father here to fight, right?
It's a pity that before he had time to say anything, he saw a soldier next to the old man holding a weapon and wearing about the same clothes as Iron Man, taking a step forward and aiming at him.
"Tudtuk!" With a short burst of fire, the flying sword floating beside the young swordsman fell down without even responding at all.
The young swordsman who was controlling the flying sword had already been hit by the bullet and fell straight down.
The flying speed of electromagnetic weapon ammunition is too fast, there is almost no "delay" at a distance of 100 meters. The saying of letting bullets fly for a while seems to have completely disappeared.
It was the first time for Tianjian Shenzong to face this new type of weapon, and he obviously hadn't adapted yet. They were able to block incoming bullets with flying swords before, but now they are no different from ordinary targets.
Even if the aura body protection is used in advance, these swordsmen have no way to block the ammunition fired by the powerful electromagnetic weapons.
But on the other hand, even the most ordinary soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire can use electromagnetic weapons, and it only takes a few months of training.
Even if it is the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect, it is impossible to bear such a comparison: the two sides have fought so far, and most of the losses of Alan Hill are fighting puppet robots and ammunition, but the losses of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect are decades to hundreds of years The genuine military strength accumulated over time.
"Cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Sect! Surrender! Don't resist anymore! You have already been defeated! Put down your weapons! I can guarantee your safety!" A female swordsman of the Nine Serenity Sect saw the same swordsman as herself. He fell down covered in blood, and finally couldn't help but shouted.
It has to be said that women are emotional at any time, they are easily infected by emotions, so it is easier to impress others with their emotions.
Following the female swordsman's shout, a voice finally responded. In a crater not far from her, a weak woman's voice boldly asked: "I, I surrender...you, Can you, can you not kill me?"
"Hold your flying sword high, come out and kneel on the ground, I guarantee your safety!" The female swordsman of the Nine Nether Sect immediately persuaded after receiving the response: "I assure you! No one will embarrass you!"
"You... you guys, don't, don't kill, don't kill me." The female swordsman of the Heavenly Sword Sect stammered from inside the bomb crater, apparently frightened by the tragic battlefield.
A soldier of the Interstellar Paratrooper Special Forces of the Alan Hill Empire nodded his head slightly to his comrades-in-arms, then held his weapon, moved forward cautiously, and walked to the side of the bomb crater.
He snapped a black ball from his shoulder, and threw it into the crater with a flick of his hand. After the ball hit the edge of the sloping crater, it began to roll down.
As the ball tumbling, the image of the tumbling in the crater was displayed on the monitor in front of the special soldier.
Inside the crater was a female swordsman with a wound on her shoulder and the body of a female swordsman beside her. It seems that he really doesn't have the courage to fight anymore, and there is nothing suspicious about it.
The special soldier who inspected the inside of the crater raised his fist, made a safe gesture, then poked his head out with the weapon in his hand, and aimed at the female swordsman at the bottom of the crater: "Raise your hands! Kneel on the ground!"
The female swordsman at the bottom of the pit was pale, and her attention was still on the small camera that fell to the bottom of the pit—she was already terrified by this kind of object that fell from the sky and fell to her side. If the flying sword hadn't been damaged, she might be the first to Time's reaction was to smash the ball with the flying sword.
"Don't! Don't! Don't kill me! My flying sword is broken! I have no weapon!" The female swordsman raised her uninjured arm and shouted nervously: "I surrender, I surrender!"
A female swordsman of the Nine Serenity Sect jumped into the crater, and two soldiers from the Alan Hill Empire helped her establish a basic security line around her.
The female swordsman of the Nine Nether Sect who jumped into the pit looked at the shattered flying sword fragments beside her, and knowing that she was not lying, she bent down and checked the corpse beside her.
The corpse was hit by shrapnel, the blood was almost dry, and the body had no temperature, obviously it was not playing dead.
"Crack!" Locking the handcuffs on the wrist of the female swordsman from the Heavenly Sword Sect, and making sure that the other party has no weapons on her body, the female swordsman from the Nine Nether Sect finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay! You are safe now Already!"
This is the first prisoner they have captured today, which is a good sign no matter what. With the help of the female swordsman of the Nine Nether School, the wounded captive climbed out of the crater and was protected in the team.
Tianjian Shenzong has always been a deformed management system where the strong are respected, and there are not a few swordsmen at the grassroots who are dissatisfied.
Now, one side is to lose one's life, and the other side is to surrender to a stronger enemy. This multiple-choice question is not difficult for many people in Tianjian Shenzong.
Soon, a thin male swordsman was handcuffed behind his back and pushed to the side of the female captive who surrendered. He was obviously a little surprised to see that he was not the first to surrender.
Such things as surrender are also contagious. If there is one, there will be two, and if there is two, there will be three. Soon there were seven or eight captives, kneeling on the ground waiting to be released.
At this moment, a UH-60 helicopter responsible for transporting the captives was already rolling its propellers, slowly lowering its height.
"We didn't gather enough prisoners!" The old swordsman glanced at the captive team of less than ten, and shouted to Harold beside him with some regret.
"It's okay! It's not uncommon for the first time to be less! You immediately follow them back to the base! We still need to control the nearby highlands and drive out the remaining rebels!" Harold pointed to the helicopter and shouted loudly .
"I'll stay!" The old swordsman said bravely—but he can be very brave when he doesn't need to die...
"I, I'll stay too!" The female swordsman who was the first to capture the captive also became very brave. She straightened out her non-existent chest, with an aura of death.
To be honest, Harold didn't want to bring a few troubles in the team, but thinking that there might be captives appearing later, he reluctantly nodded, making a difficult decision.