One Thousand Four Hundred and Thirty-Three Luggage

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"I'll apply for a transfer order when I get back! If there's her but me, there's me without her!" The lieutenant colonel wished to take off his helmet and throw it on the ground, gritted his teeth and looked at the smoking mountain in the distance, and said bitterly.

Beside him, an adjutant comforted him: "Forget it...forget it! Captain Fanny is usually very understanding...that is..."

"That's what? That's what? She's a shrew!" The captain of the lieutenant colonel had the aura of "If you don't stop me, I'll kill her", and his words were hard-nosed.

In the next second, Fanny's voice came from the headset: "Honey... I have to remind you, you forgot to switch channels!"

Those three words, dear, seemed so full of murderous intent at this moment. The lieutenant colonel swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and subconsciously softened his tone: "This, this is not... This is not in front of the subordinates, pretending in front of the subordinates... Save me some face, save some face..."

"Okay, after this battle is over, I'm going to tell you about today's matter." Fanny snorted, and this time she really turned off the communicator.

"What are you looking at... I was almost killed by you!" The lieutenant colonel looked at his deputy and couldn't get angry.

He said depressedly: "It's all right now! It's not like you don't know that if she goes to my mother and cries, my mother can break my bones!"

The subordinate looked up at the sky, pretending he didn't hear anything. Anyway, in this army, who doesn't know that the lieutenant colonel is afraid of his wife?

Of course, who doesn't know, that Fanny looks delicate and small, but she is a Dharma God who has completed the level promotion in a serious way!

Think about it, a ruthless person who maintains a 97% duel winning rate in a perverted army like the special forces, not everyone has the courage to provoke.

Judging from the current situation, of course the team is on the side of Captain Fanny. As for the lieutenant colonel...don't worry, the lieutenant colonel belongs to Captain Fanny too...cough, cough cough—he is also Captain Fanny's side .

On the other side of the battlefield, the sword cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Sect retreated from all directions, crowded in the open space, and became an excellent target for the long-range artillery fire of the Alan Hill Empire.

In the sky, the sky warships that had already been killed were hitting artillery fire, violently bombarding the coordinates provided by the special forces.

These places full of enemy troops are now constantly exploding, as if they are hell on earth.

The densely packed swordsmen desperately wanted to cross the weak line of defense of the Alan Hill Empire, but they found that their efforts had no return at all.

Countless artillery fire fell between them and the enemy. Anyone who wants to cross this dead zone will have to pay a heavy price.

The swordsmen who managed to assemble with great difficulty passed through the area covered by the artillery fire without thinking about their own safety, and then were knocked down by the impenetrable electromagnetic weapon.

Reinforcements from the Alan Hill Empire have arrived, and paratroopers parachuted by helicopters have begun to fill the line of defense.

With the addition of these soldiers, the entire circular defense line is becoming complete little by little, and the swordsmen who want to return to the sect also become more and more anxious as they are constantly repelled.

"Go around! Go around!" An old swordsman and some fellow disciples trudged through the crowded crowd. They don't have any helicopters or transportation vehicles, let alone cars, and they don't have a bicycle.

Under such circumstances, there is only one end for detours: crowded with other swordsmen on the road, no one can move forward.

Some swordsmen walked down the road and came to the deserted farmland, and soon found that many luggage could no longer be carried.

Their shoes are full of sand, they are burdened with all kinds of supplies, and they are harassed by missiles and other weapons that swoop down from time to time. In short, they have to pay a heavy price for every step they take.

A journey that could have been completed in one day, in a chaotic situation,

It may not be able to finish in two days.

The Heavenly Sword God Sect swordsmen, who didn't have any decent command and dispatch at all, realized that the war was a little bit chaotic at this time. Once they fell into a disadvantage, everything would be a disaster!

A total disaster! The swordsmen in charge of leading the team began to lose their fellow disciples. Those lecturers left their own sword peaks, and they couldn't effectively control the swordsmen on the same sword peak.

There are scattered people everywhere, people looking for companions everywhere, lost people everywhere, and people who are at a loss everywhere.

It is not easy to tell whether someone has died in battle, nor does it know whether the missing surrendered.

No one knows where those who could not be found went, whether they just got separated or whether they had already passed through Cambridge and returned to the Zongmen.

If these were placed in the Alan Hill Empire, it would be a complete command error, an accident that no one could afford to be responsible for!

But in the Heavenly Sword Sect, everything seems so natural, everyone has become accustomed to it, and everyone has become accustomed to such chaos.

In the past hundreds of years, the Heavenly Sword Sect had never assembled such a large-scale army. Of course, after gathering such a large-scale army, they had never experienced such a huge-scale defeat.

In fact, they themselves were just retreating, and it wasn't a rout at the beginning. However, due to lack of organizational experience, the commanders of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect insisted on turning a retreat into a rout.

The troops near Cambridge returned to the Zongmen desperately, and most of the troops defending on the periphery did not even get the news of the retreat.

Everyone was suspicious of each other, concealed from each other, held each other back - in the end, it was like insects entangled by spider silk, the more they broke free, the more they were suffocated by the entanglement, and in the end they could only sit and wait to die.

At this time, the Seventh Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect who had just arrived at the Holy Church and was about to sit here to cover the retreat of the large army, jumped off the flying boat with a sinking weight.

He looked at the Zongmen lecturer who greeted him with his hands behind his back, and asked in displeasure, "I heard that Hammer Falling Mountain just got lost in a daze?"

"Master, the elder atones for sins!" The leading lecturer bowed his head and cupped his fists, lowering his head and said: "The army's morale is in turmoil, and the disciples are fighting on their own. It's really, really..."

"Enough!" The Seventh Elder yelled, interrupting the other party's explanation: "What I want to hear is not an explanation! Immediately arrange manpower to strengthen the defense of this city! We must hold on here! Fight to the last. !"

"Yes!" Several lecturers who had already packed their luggage glanced at each other and responded with cupped fists.