1393 Learning New Knowledge

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When Burrison, as a military representative, reluctantly left behind his busy and trivial front-line military affairs, and walked into the temporary camp where the prisoners were held with a tablet computer, his heart was a little irritable.

His troops were advancing, but he was temporarily assigned to observe how these captives who had surrendered were absorbed into the Jiuyou Sect, which made him feel like he was wasting his time.

Walking through the camp step by step, Burrison finally came to the tent where the prisoners were held. He nodded to the black-clothed swordsmen of the Nine Nether Sect stationed on both sides, and then got into the tent, hearing a loud noise.

It's like a vegetable market inside, which makes people feel a little chaotic. The swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect who had their hands clasped behind their backs spoke in a chaotic manner.

A swordsman was giving a high-spirited speech there: "Do you think you have won? How naive! When the suzerain leads the main force of the sect to kill, you and them will be destroyed!"

Looking at that style, it didn't look like he had been captured, but as if the whole room had been captured by him.

"So, you should release me quickly, so that I can guarantee to let you live!" He talked eloquently, with his chin raised. If he hadn't been betrayed by the clasped hands, he really had the air of letting go of the past.

While he was yelling, the female swordsman of the Heavenly Sword Sect who was sitting not far away was begging helplessly the swordsman of the Jiuyou Sect who was in charge of guarding her: "Can you treat me first? My shoulder is bleeding. I can barely feel it anymore."

Her injury is indeed not serious, otherwise it would be impossible for her to persist all the way here. But she who relaxed all of a sudden, was already tormented by the pain to the point of collapsing.

With a pale face, she couldn't even imagine what she looked like now. Desperation and despair made the female swordsman's voice miserable and desperate.

"I don't want to die...I'm still young." She shed tears, but she didn't have a hand to wipe them off. Hot tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto her thighs, already soaking her pants.

Infected by this female swordsman's emotions, another male swordsman who surrendered wept and begged like a girl: "Please, don't kill me!"

"No one wants to kill you..." The female swordsman of the Nine Serenity Sect sitting next to him was very warm, comforting the crying male swordsman very gently, like a big sister.

Leaning on the female swordsman of the Nine Nether School, for some reason, the male swordsman who surrendered from the Heavenly Sword Sect cried even more miserably.

"It's not... It's not enough to take advantage of it, is it?" On the other side, a prisoner of Tianjian Shenzong saw that Xiangyan couldn't take advantage of it, and almost forgot that he was a prisoner, and shouted disdainfully.

Probably, if the scene wasn't too chaotic and noisy, he would have stood up and yelled "Let go of that girl and let me come".

I'm afraid they brought back a group of funny Xs, right? Looking at the chaos in front of him, Burrison, who was standing at the door, thought in his heart.

He coughed, then walked to his seat with a sombre face, and sat down with great determination.

It wasn't until he sat in his seat that the swordsmen of the Nine Nether Sect closed their mouths, and the scene became a little quieter.

And the prisoner who was talking eloquently just now, as if he wanted to instigate the swordsmen of the Nine Nether School, also sat back in his seat with some guilt.

"Keep talking... I think it's very interesting." Burrison made a gesture of invitation, and then looked at everyone with a gloomy expression.

Of course, no fool would continue to talk nonsense at this time, wouldn't it be nice to live well? So everyone remained quiet, waiting for Burrison to continue speaking.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Burrison, and I am the commander of the nearby Alan Hill attack group." After introducing himself, he continued to say: "Congratulations to everyone, on behalf of the Alan Hill Empire, I welcome you all." to join.

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"Join? We didn't say what to join..." A swordsman from the Heavenly Sword Sect was stunned for a moment, and then immediately opened his mouth to defend.

He just surrendered, but he didn't say he wanted to join the enemy's camp-these are two completely different things, and there is a big difference.

"Do you still have the guts to go back to the Heavenly Sword Sect?" A swordsman from the Nine Nether Sect sneered, and asked, "Do you know what will happen to you after you go back?"

"..." The prisoner of the Heavenly Sword Sect was stunned for a moment, and then fell back to his seat like a deflated ball.

Burrison glanced at the prisoner, and continued: "My time is limited, so don't interrupt me easily. Please remember this, seven of you, and tell the other prisoners in the future."

"You must adapt to life in the Alan Hill Empire as soon as possible, and do the work assigned to you well..." Borisen said while looking at the swordsmen of the Nine Nether Sect beside him: "Let them enter their roles as soon as possible ... Saving time is very important, it can save the lives of more Heavenly Sword Sect personnel."

"I understand." The swordsman of the Nine Nether Sect nodded, and began to introduce: "Everyone, we will let you recover as soon as possible, and then assign you to learn the life skills here. After that, you will teach the follow-up Prisoner, how to adapt to the new life."

"There are a lot of things to learn, so please be sure to concentrate." The swordsman raised his hand and stretched out a finger while talking: "The first lesson, you have to study hard, how Fill your stomach."

Several puppet robots came up behind these captives and used special keys to open the handcuffs that restrained them and suppressed the magic power in their bodies.

Whether it is magic power or aura, they are essentially a kind of material, so the confinement handcuffs aimed at the magic energy of the world of Alan Hill are also very effective for swordsmen.

The captives of the Heavenly Sword Sect who were released from the shackles suddenly felt much more comfortable. At least they didn't have to sit there awkwardly with their hands behind their backs.

The female swordsman with a shoulder injury began to stretch out her hand to wipe her tears, and several male swordsmen began to move their wrists.

Afterwards, a box of lunch was placed in front of everyone by the puppet, and a tangy smell of rice permeated the tent.

The swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Sect, who had been out of supplies for many days, suddenly felt a surge of hunger, making them gulp involuntarily.

At least, now it seems that humiliating surrender is not all bad. Several prisoners thought in unison.