In just an instant, the white-clothed swordsmen who had no time to open their own Qi protection were torn to pieces by the explosion. This was not an attack on the tactical level. The orbital bombing itself was a real battle for the traditional army.
destroy.
In the absence of complete protection, a deployed army group may be directly destroyed by an orbital bombardment, so an ordinary attack on the space fleet can achieve campaign effects in the traditional sense.
Unfortunately, because the distance is too far, the accuracy of orbital bombing needs to be improved. After all, even if the accuracy of the muzzle differs by just a hair, the distance reflected on the surface of a planet thousands of miles away is as many as tens of kilometers.
But dozens of cannonballs, which are equivalent to small staffs of gods, even if the accuracy is really not high, are enough to make the opponent fearful.
Because even if just one such shell hits, it is enough to cause heavy losses to an army. In front of them, the army of Tianjian Shenzong collapsed instantly because of such a direct hit.
In an instant, the complete bodies of hundreds of white-clothed swordsmen at the center of the explosion could no longer be found, and even some fragments no longer existed. Under an explosion of this level, I am afraid that only
Crumbs mixed into the soil.
At the same time, the swordsmen in white who were far away from the center of the explosion no longer had the elegant demeanor that they had just walked out of the portal. They got up from the ground in embarrassment, and finally could distinguish the north, south, east, and west.
The terrible earthquake and the terrible explosion just now seemed like the nature of this world was against them, like the anger contained between heaven and earth.
"Mengxi! Junior Sister Mengxi! Where are you?" After finally struggling to get out of the floating soil more than a foot thick, a young swordsman squinted his eyes and looked at the haze formed by the dust that had not completely settled.
, looking for his sweetheart.
No one responded to him. He was suddenly stumbled by an arm exposed by the floating soil. After stumbling to stabilize his body, he turned back and pulled the arm desperately.
The owner of that arm was pulled out of the floating soil, and half of his body was exposed. He was a middle-aged swordsman in an awkward state. He closed his eyes and didn't speak, and seemed to have passed out.
The young swordsman continued to pull hard, and suddenly found that only the half of the body of this middle-aged man from the same sect was exposed.
"Ah!" The young swordsman looked at this tragic scene and was so frightened that he fell down and sat directly on another corpse.
He felt the softness of his body, which was completely different from the soft floating soil. So he hurriedly turned around, and when he was about to say sorry, he saw half of his face cut off by gravel.
"Ah! Ah!" He was frightened out of his wits by the miserable half of his face, and continued to scream and crawl to the other side.
Because he was too nervous and too scared, he didn't realize that the air at this moment was enough to make his breathing difficult. The turbid dust mixed with the smell of various flesh and blood rushed directly into the trachea, which was enough to make people's lungs choke.
Suffered huge damage.
"Cough...cough! Cough!" Finally, the uncomfortable lungs began to protest against the reflex nerves, and the young man began to cough violently. This cough was mixed with blood and saliva, mixed with sand in his mouth, and suddenly
It sprayed out and sprinkled on the front of his white clothes that was no longer clean.
With such a violent explosion, the people around him were killed and injured, how could he remain unscathed? The terrible shock had already damaged his internal organs and destroyed his foundation.
There was still a buzzing sound in his ears, and the young swordsman still staggered forward in the deep floating soil. He walked step by step, stepping on broken corpses and stones that turned into powder.
"Is there anyone?" Although he couldn't hear any answer and there was still an endless "buzzing" sound in his ears, the young man was still vomiting blood and shouting loudly.
It seemed that only this kind of shouting could allow him to find the slightest sense of security in this dim environment where the landslide and the earth were shattering and he couldn't even see his fingers.
Just when he couldn't hold on anymore and fell down, a pair of big, although slightly withered, but very powerful hands took him into his arms.
The white-haired old man supported the seriously injured disciple, his face no longer showing disdain and contempt. He squinted his eyes, trying to see clearly the new world in front of him through the heavy fog.
He found that he could no longer understand the world, because in the past years and countless days and nights, he had never encountered such a bizarre situation before him.
"It's okay! It's okay! Everything is okay! Your senior brothers and sisters are all okay...it's okay..." The old man lowered his head and softly comforted the child who had not settled down until he died. There was an inexplicable anger in his heart.
The white-haired old man shouted loudly, and a wave of energy emitted from his body, blowing all the dust that was still falling around him into the distance.
As this breath swept away the dust that fell from the sky and flew away, some white-clothed swordsmen who were lucky enough to survive finally struggled to get up from the sea of blood and corpses.
Even with such a terrifying attack, there were still swordsmen in white who were lucky enough to survive. They deployed their defensive aura in time and finally protected themselves.
However, around them, many of their fellow disciples who had not had time to prepare were no longer able to be resurrected.
"Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly! Someone is injured!" A female swordsman finally pulled out a wounded man with a broken arm from the rubble and floating soil, and shouted loudly to the people around him to come and help.
It's a pity that no one has time to help the wounded here, because there are wounded everywhere and poor people in need of help.
Some of them had broken arms, some had lost a leg, and some had something penetrated their abdomens, or they just had a scar on their arms.
As soon as a gray-faced female swordsman crawled out of the floating soil, a male swordsman stepped forward with concern, took off a gourd from his waist, and poured out water: "Junior sister! Wash yourself, wash your face.
See if there are any injuries."
This place is still far away from the explosion range, so the impact on them is not too great, so the people around them are busy checking their own conditions and cleaning the dust on their clothes and bodies.
The female swordsman glanced at the male swordsman gratefully, held water in both hands, and carefully washed the dirt on her face.
Then, she raised her head and showed her most gentle and charming smile: "Thank you, senior brother..."
"Where do you come from, you monster..." Seeing the makeup-free face of the woman who raised her head, the male swordsman subconsciously took a step back. He was shocked and couldn't help but tumbling in his stomach. He suddenly bent over and opened his mouth.