One Thousand Four Hundred and Sixteen Advice

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On the ground full of bullet craters, a group of swordsmen from the Heavenly Sword Sect were fighting and retreating under the hail of bullets.

They had already abandoned their original position and kept retreating in the direction of Hammer Fall Mountain. Because they have no reinforcements, the number of people is getting smaller and smaller as they fight.

"Without reinforcements, we will be destroyed here." A swordsman anxiously said to the old swordsman who kept retreating beside him.

The leading old swordsman also had a look of helplessness on his face. He sent someone to ask for help a long time ago, but until now, the expected reinforcements still haven't arrived.

"I don't know why, but the person who asked for help hasn't come back yet, and I don't have a good solution!" The old swordsman explained helplessly. After passing through a bald forest, they and the garrison The swordsmen from another Heavenly Sword Sect nearby joined together.

"Why did you give up the position? You will be punished if you retreat here!" A swordsman stationed here poked his head out of a huge crater, and shouted at the defeated swordsmen in front of the position.

The leading old swordsman stopped in his tracks and explained: "We have applied for reinforcements, but we haven't received reinforcements yet... There are too many enemies, so we can only retreat."

"Go back quickly! The order from above is to stick to every inch of land! If you leave your post without authorization, if you are held accountable, you will lose your life!" The swordsman yelled loudly, as if he wanted to drive away these rout soldiers.

There is no way, their place is already the core defensive position of Hammerfall Mountain, and the outer positions are lost. Their place is the front line, and the swordsmen stationed here naturally do not want to face the enemy.

"Our elixirs and magical weapons are all exhausted, and we will die if we go back! Let us stay here and fight with you." The old swordsman cupped his hands helplessly, hoping that the other party would give him a chance.

In this situation, everyone knows very well that if there is no support from the magic weapon, and there is not enough medicine to support the replenishment of aura, fighting is no different from dying.

It's one thing to know, but it's another thing to let the other party go AWOL. The swordsman lying on the edge of the crater continued to shout at the top of his voice: "Stop talking nonsense! Go back quickly! Otherwise, our flying sword won't have eyes!"

As if to warn them, a flying sword swept across the open space, and the old swordsman jumped with a whoosh.

On weekdays, the opponent's cultivation base might not dare to provoke like this, but at this time, the rout soldiers led by the old swordsman did not have much spiritual energy reserves, so naturally they did not dare to provoke the opponent easily.

It would be really embarrassing to not die at the hands of the enemy, but to die at the sword of one's own people.

"You will regret it!" The old swordsman left such a sentence bitterly, and then returned to the bald forest with the defeated soldiers.

They built a simple defensive position there, ready to wait for other routs and the enemies who were about to kill here.

"The reinforcements we applied for haven't arrived yet. What's going on here?" On the main position of Hammerfall Mountain, a swordsman anxiously asked the commander.

The swordsman commanding the battle was about sixty years old, frowning and looking at the front of the high ground: "I don't know what happened, we were asking for people from the Holy Church at noon, but now , the reinforcements did not show up."

"It's not just that the reinforcements didn't come, the people who called for reinforcements didn't come back either. If I didn't know that the road leading to the Holy Holy City is still under our control, I would have suspected that the other party had cut off our traffic. "The commander clenched his fist and said.

Yesterday, reinforcements were still arriving, and some of them were even sent in precious airships. In Hammerfall Mountain, there were about tens of thousands of reinforcements yesterday, plus the original troops stationed here, the defenders were once strong.

However, from the fierce battle this morning to the present, the swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect on Hammer Falling Mountain have lost thousands of people.

But reinforcements still haven't arrived.

This is a bit incomprehensible. The swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Sect who are still fighting on Mount Hammerfall have also become panicked after a hard fight and don't know what to do.

"Send a few more people over there?" The swordsman asked unwillingly, "Maybe it's because of some delays, this time I'll take people there myself."

"I'm afraid that if you go, you won't be able to come back." The old commander shook his head and said, "Maybe there won't be any reinforcements, and we can only rely on ourselves."

"What do you mean?" The swordsman didn't understand what the old swordsman meant for a while, he was stunned for a moment, and asked subconsciously.

When he asked this sentence, he also figured out the key point, and then immediately widened his eyes: "You mean...the higher ups want to abandon Hammer Fall Mountain? But, but, why?"

"Maybe it's to buy time, or maybe it's to let the puppet troops of the Alan Hill Empire enter the Holy City... In short, it seems that the more complicated the environment, the more beneficial the battle is, isn't it?" the old swordsman said casually. Answer the question at hand.

"But, but what about us?" The swordsman asked the old swordsman unwillingly, "We are still here!"

"Us? We are the part that was abandoned to adjust the deployment!" The old swordsman continued to answer absent-mindedly.

"Then, let's retreat to the Holy Church..." Hearing what the old swordsman said, the swordsman was taken aback for a second, and then asked tentatively.

"We didn't receive the order to retreat. How can we live if we go back? Don't be stupid, you are not the first day to enter the sect..." The old swordsman who commanded the battle shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Now Our choice is to stay here and wait for the sect's order to retreat...or...forget it...let's not talk about it."

Just as the two of them were talking, a cannonball exploded in the sky, making a dull sound.

Then, when everyone shrank their necks subconsciously, the colorful leaflets slowly fell like snowflakes.

"Compatriots of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect! Please surrender to our Jiuyou Sect for your own lives!" A leaflet with a picture of raised hands slowly landed on the ground guarded by the swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect. on the ground.

"My name is Lu Dazhuang. I am a monk from Sanbao Peak of Tianjian Shenzong. I surrendered to the Jiuyou Sect two days ago. My injuries have been treated. They have treated me very well and have not abused me. Please believe me and hold up Your hands..." Another flyer fell, and a "touching" remonstrance was written under the smiling face of a man with a bandage on his head.