One Thousand Four Hundred and Sixty Eight Disappeared

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"Don't worry! I don't believe it! There are so many of us, each of us spit and drowned them!" A swordsman from the Heavenly Sword Sect looked at Cambridge, which was not far away, and encouraged him with certainty. own classmates.

They are indeed not far from Cambridge. If they leave, they may be there in less than an hour. But this distance has now become a distance that they will never finish.

There is no way, in front of them are the most elite troops of the Alan Hill Empire. These troops are very terrifying in combat. Even if they use all their strength to attack, there is no way to break through the lines of defense of these enemies.

It has been almost 15 hours, and they have been blocked here, and even one of the enemy's positions has not been fully captured.

They were not completely without progress. They had taken a position before, but lost it again at noon, and in the afternoon they took it with all their strength, and then lost it again in the evening.

At night, I heard that hundreds of people broke through the defense line and fled to Cambridge, but the gap was quickly blocked, and the remaining people had no choice.

Today is the second day, and it is already dawn. But everyone was in a bad mood, because one bad news after another permeated the entire temporary camp.

The first piece of news is that I heard that the holy city has been lost, all the troops in the holy city surrendered, and there is no one who can help the temple to delay the enemy.

After losing the holy city, their side and rear are even more unsafe. Everyone wants to go back to the sect, but now it seems that there are not too many people who can go back.

The second bad news is that the troops of the other party going south have already cut into the chaos army. These elites of the enemy have penetrated the hastily formed rear line of the Heavenly Sword Sect and established contact with the enemy near Cambridge.

This news made everyone very desperate, because they were struggling to face the enemy near Cambridge alone. Now that the other party has reinforcements, it will be even more difficult to break through the enemy's defense line and retake Cambridge.

"Senior brother... We, can we really go back?" Hearing the swordsman's encouragement, a female swordsman asked nervously.

She has been waiting here for a day and hasn't taken a step forward yet. This made her very worried, worried that she would not be able to return to the sect.

"Don't worry! Trust me, Cambridge must be discussing countermeasures. As long as you wait a little longer, the people over there will come out, attack from front and back, defeat the enemy blocking the road, and take us back to the sect." The male swordsman touched Touching his empty pockets, he reassured himself.

Now, there is no food to be found. The supplies they carry with them are almost exhausted, and after a few hours of delay, everyone will be hungry to fight.

Hundreds of thousands of troops have no supplies, and it is very dangerous to be hungry. Once the military's heart is unstable, the collapse is also a momentary thing.

Thinking of this, the male swordsman once again looked in the direction of Cambridge, and began to figure out whether he should find some like-minded people to attack and try together.

Today, the retreating army of swordsmen from the Heavenly Sword Sect is completely chaotic without a leader. This was also one of the important reasons why they couldn't break through the Alan Hill Empire's blocking force.

Troops fighting against each other cannot effectively organize a coordinated attack. You beat you and I beat me. The final result is that the messy attack cannot effectively concentrate forces, and it cannot form a local advantage.

No one listens to anyone else's orders, everyone sees each other as idiots - this idea is all too familiar, teammates are pigs: top lane is a pit, support is garbage, shooters can't play, mid lane is a big bastard, play Wild primary school student... Anyway, if you listened to yourself, the situation might have been better.

As a result, in the end, when I started a group, I gave it for nothing, and then I turned around and blamed my teammates for not keeping up; my teammates went up and beat me and ran away,

Then blame the teammates for fighting randomly...

Everyone who is familiar with all this knows that once this rhythm is reached, the game is almost over.

The swordsmen troop left by the Heavenly Sword Sect on Planet Hope 2 is such a situation now. They're done, but they don't know it yet.

"However, we fought all day yesterday, and Junior Sister Feng and the others died, as well as Senior Brother Sun and the others..." The female swordsman even began to sob in a low voice.

The male swordsman wanted to persuade again, and then he heard a desperate exclamation from someone behind him.

"Ah!" A female swordsman screamed hoarsely, as if she had seen a ghost.

Hearing this scream, a male swordsman's nervous questioning voice also came over: "What happened?"

He turned around and looked in the direction he had looked at countless times and was still looking just now. As a result, he found himself seeing nothing.

This is the thing that makes him despair and collapse the most, because he should be able to see things, he should be able to see the familiar huge Cambridge that radiates light.

But now, there is nothing but the horizon, nothing! Without the familiar Cambridge, without the familiar light!

"Where's Cambridge? Where's Cambridge?" The swordsman looked in that direction with a shocked expression and murmured, wondering if he was asking himself or the people around him subconsciously.

Or that he was not asking at all, but was just confirming to the people around him that there was something wrong with his eyes.

"It was still there just now! Cambridge was still there just now!" The other swordsman was equally shocked, staring at the increasingly clear sky in the distance, looking bewildered.

"Don't, scare me! Isn't it, are those bastards doing it! What kind of blindfold did they use? We can't see Cambridge?" In the calm camp just now, there are already signs of collapse at this moment. . A female swordsman grabbed the male swordsman's arm and shouted hysterically.

And the male swordsman, who was holding his arm by her, was still staring in the direction that Cambridge should be, and he hadn't struggled from the shock.

"Aren't we abandoned?" Finally, a swordsman realized something and let out a wailing in despair.

With this wailing, a female swordsman fell to the ground, as if her soul had been taken out.

"It's over..." The male swordsman who was still persuading the female swordsman just now realized that he might never be able to go back to that familiar place.