One Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety-Two Handyman Apprentices

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"Their 'flying boat' is so noisy." Sitting on the UH-60 Black Hawk helicopter, the female swordsman of the Heavenly Sword Sect said to one of her companions.

Surrendering is not a decent choice, but obviously, the other party will not deliberately choose a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to kill them.

Therefore, in the eyes of many Heavenly Sword Sect captives, their lives were obviously saved. What's more, they knew that the swordsmen of the Nine Nether Sect had a very high moral standard.

In the past hundreds of years, it is rare to hear of people from the Jiuyou Sect slaughtering captives. On the contrary, it was Tianjian Shenzong who caught the swordsman of Jiuyou sect and killed them.

This also made many grassroots swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect willing to let go in the battle to strangle the Jiuyou Sect, in order to repay the kindness of many disciples of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect who were let go by the Jiuyou Sect.

Obviously, such a private exchange seems to have left a seed called friendship. Now the seed has taken root and sprouted and bears fruit.

"But...their flying boat doesn't use spiritual power..." A swordsman of the Nine Nether School with his hands handcuffed behind his back said with a dejected expression.

This was the first time he participated in the battle of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but the first time he became a prisoner of the enemy. This made him very depressed, and the whole person looked very depressed.

But he was very lucky, because he participated in the battle for the first time, so he was taken care of, and he surrendered in time, so he saved his life.

His flying sword and other flying swords that were not damaged were placed in a heavy safe, not only was there no way to use it, it was even difficult to sense it.

The feeling of not being able to communicate with spiritual power really made him very uncomfortable, but he had already been reduced to a prisoner, and his mood could no longer be completely controlled by himself.

"It seems...they won't kill us anymore." The female swordsman was a little out of words, because she was very nervous, so she kept talking non-stop.

"What are you doing to kill you... Your flying sword is already damaged. Even if you continue to practice with an unowned flying sword, your realm will definitely be greatly damaged. It will not pose any threat to them." The one who was kicked back The male prisoner who folded his hands sneered and said.

Swordsman's weapons are generally recognized by a drop of blood when they are very young, and then they are always carried around and nourished with spiritual energy, so as to achieve the state of unity of human and sword.

If the flying sword is damaged halfway, it doesn't mean that the cultivation base of the whole body will be wasted. It just needs to get familiar with the new flying sword again. It takes a period of time to get familiar with it, and the cultivation base will also drop a lot.

However, before meeting the Alan Hill Empire, the swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Sect seldom damaged their flying swords, because of the technique of controlling the sword, the aura is naturally attached to the sword, so that the flying sword can be controlled and extremely sharp. Nothing goes wrong.

But in the process of fighting the Alan Hill Empire, the swordsman often exhausted his aura, and the flying sword itself had to collide with metals that were ten times and a hundred times better in the metallurgical industry, so the damage rate was naturally high.

Hearing what her companion said, the female swordsman's face immediately turned pale. Her cultivation was not very high in the first place, but now that she lost the flying sword, she would fall again. To her, this was like a nightmare.

The female swordsman of the Nine Nether Sect sitting on the side was a little airsick. She was in charge of guarding the prisoners on the plane, but she didn't want to shiver with them.

Because this UH-60 helicopter is still too noisy, and the military transport version of the aircraft hardly has doors on both sides, so sitting in the cabin, you can still clearly hear the roar of the damn engine.

The crew members themselves have silent headphones, and there is no obstacle to communication between them, but the experience of the members is not so good.

No way, the people who ride these helicopters on weekdays are either puppets or grenadiers wearing power armor.

Obviously, Alan Hill did not prepare headphones for the swordsmen of the Nine Serenity Sect, and these swordsmen did not have helmets on the mechs to protect their ears.

Two UH-60 helicopters skimmed over the treetops one after the other, and finally slowed down on the edge of the camp composed of tents and various command vehicles in the rear, and then slowly descended.

There are many puppets on alert around, and many non-commissioned officers with P90s on their backs hurried past. They are still wearing camouflage uniforms, and the style has not changed much from five years ago.

Because it is a helicopter frontier airport close to the front line, all non-combatants here must also wear steel helmets.

The rotating air-to-air warning radar is on the high hill not far away, and the air-defense missile launcher that has been erected can still be vaguely seen beside it.

A few grenadiers wearing powered exoskeleton mechas approached the helicopter against the strong wind blown by the rotating propellers with their weapons on their backs. Then they reached out their hands and impolitely captured those Tianjian Shenzong who had their hands clasped behind their backs. Pulled off the plane.

They pressed each other's necks and took them away to a safe place—no way, to protect these people who have never been in a helicopter, let them lower their heads and directly press their necks is the best choice.

"There were only 8 people in total, and one of them was seriously injured and died on the way! There are no medical soldiers on the plane!" A non-commissioned officer who followed off the plane signed his name on the handover document and reported to the handover officer.

"I understand!" The officer looked at the two ground crew members who were wiping the dried blood on the plane, and finally heaved a sigh of relief: "It's good that none of our people died in battle!"

He patted the non-commissioned officer's arm, then turned around, motioned to the soldiers under him, and escorted the bewildered and bewildered prisoners of the Heavenly Sword Sect to the camp not far away.

A few swordsmen from the Nine Nether Sect who were standing guard at the edge of the camp immediately came up to greet them. When they saw the embarrassed and dirty prisoner of the Heavenly Sword Sect, they couldn't hide the joy on their faces. Can't stop.

"Come on!" Looking at several captives, especially the female swordsman with a wound on her shoulder, the swordsman of the Nine Nether Sect turned sideways to make way: "We have doctors here and enough medicine .”

In fact, the doctor he was talking about was the military doctor of the Alan Hill Empire, and the so-called sufficient medicines were all emergency medicines of the Alan Hill Empire.

Facts have proved that the curative effect of these drugs is very significant. The first-aid kits and various battlefield-specific rescue equipment of the Alan Hill Empire have not degenerated to the point of cutting corners.

You just need to simply treat the wound and then bandage it up. For the Jiuyou Sect, the battlefield first aid system of the Alan Hill Empire is a level that can only be looked up to.

Therefore, the doctors who were regarded as treasures by the Nine Serenity Sect before Anxie are now following behind the military doctors of the Alan Hill Empire, willingly becoming apprentices and doing odd jobs...