One Thousand Four Hundred and Forty-Two Blackmail

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In front of the Seventh Elder, the situation on the battlefield was almost one-sided. Some swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Sect knelt down and threw themselves, and some retreated into the city desperately.

And at several gaps in the city wall, the soldiers of the Heavenly Sword Sect are desperately resisting the attack of the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire.

Fierce battles broke out everywhere, and the ground was covered with the corpses of soldiers from the Heavenly Sword Sect. The Type 99 main battle tank ran over these corpses and advanced to a place close to the city wall.

"Boom!" Just as the Seventh Elder was in a daze, a cannonball landed not far in front of the Seventh Elder. The loud explosion brought the Seventh Elder back to reality. He shrank his neck, and suddenly realized It seems that I haven't done such an action for many years.

For hundreds of years, who can scare him to shrink his neck? After the Seventh Elder came to his senses, he suddenly wanted to vent.

He released the spiritual energy in his body, ready to jump off the top of the wall and start a killing spree, but when he was about to make a move, a burst of energy suddenly shone on the battlefield.

That was the master of the Alan Hill Empire using magic, and the huge energy smashed through a section of the defense line of the Heavenly Sword God Sect.

A pitch-black gully was left on the ground, and after the light dissipated, there was still faintly steaming heat.

The Seventh Elder felt a sense of despair welling up in his body. He knew that the opponent also had masters, but knowing it was one thing, but seeing it with his own eyes was another.

To join the battle rashly would only expose him. The death of the third elder made him more cautious.

He didn't know that the master who killed the third elder, or if those masters were nearby. He also didn't know if he would attract the siege of those masters if he exposed himself.

Under such circumstances, the seventh elder gave up the idea of ​​venting his anger, and turned to look at the lecturer beside him: "Send out the swordsmen in the city! Find a way to get back the lost place! There are only two Don't you think it's embarrassing to be beaten up like this before the hour is up?"

The lecturer bowed his head and agreed: "Obey! The disciple will pass the order!"

At this moment, there are about 10,000 disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect who can participate in the battle in Shengjiao City, and they are also one of the few reserve teams in the hands of the Seventh Elder.

"Don't let those who are injured stay idle! Those who are slightly injured will return to the battle!" Afterwards, the Seventh Elder thought of the wounded in the city, and added.

This was originally the place where the Heavenly Sword Sect used to place the wounded, and now the most people here are of course the wounded disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"You send people to investigate! Anyone with minor injuries, who can move, and whose wounds have been bandaged and treated is fine, gather for me and fight! Go fight!" He continued as he walked down the wall.

The lecturer who was following him lowered his head slightly, and continued to agree: "Yes! My disciple will send someone to do it!"

He also wanted to understand now that no matter what the Seventh Elder arranged, he could just follow it. If the matter is completed, he can be regarded as a little credit. If it fails, then he is also following orders, at least he does not need to be responsible for the failure.

So, after walking down the wall, he waved to several direct disciples and arranged several orders from the Seventh Elder.

Finally, when he saw his favorite disciple, he opened his mouth to make arrangements: "You personally handle the matter of letting the slightly injured disciple continue to participate in the war."

"Master, I don't quite understand, is this a minor injury... how to define it?" the disciple humbly asked for advice.

The old lecturer sneered, and pointed out: "Anyone who gives spirit stones, magic tools, or treasures...is seriously injured! On the other hand, arrange for them to participate in the war! Make some certificates and send them to those who are knowledgeable, and those who have no certificates , just grab them all and send them to the front line to recharge!”

"Disciple understands! Disciple, let's do it now!" The disciple suddenly realized, then bowed his head and said, "Whatever you get, I will give you everything.

Dedicated to Master! "

"Sensible." The old lecturer raised the corner of his mouth proudly, and patted the shoulder of the proud student: "You can keep 10%."

"Thank you, Master!" The disciple once again bowed his head in thanks, with a pious expression on his face. He knew that this time, his master had left him a real opportunity to make a fortune!

After receiving the order, he turned around and went to find his cronies. Being able to get a mid-level position in the Heavenly Sword Sect, this disciple is naturally not a lone ranger. He also has a group of minions behind him, and a group of errand runners who help with errands.

As a result, a chaos kicked off inside the Holy Church City. While the battle outside the city was still in full swing, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword God Sect in the city started a carnival of stealing and looting.

"I'm really seriously injured..." A disciple with gauze wrapped around his head put the spirit stone in his hand, the money issued by the Heavenly Sword Sect, and a magic weapon into the arms of his familiar fellow disciple. push.

The other party half pushed and stuffed those things into the bag he was carrying, and then handed a certificate with the instructor's seal to the slightly injured disciple: "Hold this well, with it, you will be safe!"

"Thank you, senior brother! Thank you, senior brother!" The disciple who got the receipt quickly thanked him, then took out a few spirit stones from his bosom, handed them to the other party and said, "This is my brother's honor to you! Don't refuse, don't refuse... "

"Then... the senior brother will accept it with a smile." The other party looked at the junior brother who was "on the road", and the smile on his face became stronger.

Next door, a seriously wounded man almost covered in bandages was lying on the door panel, angrily pointing at the person who came in and cursing: "I have been injured like this, and you actually said I was slightly injured? My magic weapon Lingshi They were all exhausted on the battlefield, how can there be extra bribes for you? You actually want to send me back to the front line to die? I want to sue the master! I want to sue the elders! Let you bastards..."

His yelling stopped abruptly, because several colleagues who walked into the room were afraid that the wounded man would really make a big mess, so they did it directly, and ended up with the wounded man who had no combat effectiveness.

"Stubborn and unrepentant." Looking at the corpse that could no longer curse, the swordsman who did it showed no guilt on his face. He just snorted coldly, spit on the corpse, turned and left .

Similar things continued to happen in the Holy Church City, and the assembled army of wounded was quickly sent out of the city.

With the team "reinforced" by these wounded, the commander looked at these almost useless cannon fodder, dumbfounded - he really didn't want these burdens, but there was nothing he could do about it.