Frankly speaking, the Airanshir Empire cannot afford to keep using hypersonic ballistic missiles. Not to mention the price is very expensive, and ammunition reserves will also be tight.
Therefore, the conclusion of the white-haired old man of the Heavenly Sword Sect is correct. The second round of attacks on the Ailanhir Empire will indeed weaken it a lot.
The speed of the Tomahawk cruise missile is obviously not as exaggerated as that of ballistic missiles, and it is easier to defend against. Such subsonic missiles are cheap and naturally easier to intercept.
The only thing that scares the experts of the Heavenly Sword Sect is that the warheads carried by these missiles are really powerful.
Even if they succeed in intercepting it dozens of meters away and destroy the missile body with their flying swords, the subsequent huge explosion will affect the surrounding swordsmen.
This is really a depressing thing. The masters of Tianjian Shenzong don't know how many similar weapons the other party has.
Therefore, even if one Tomahawk cruise missile can only consume one or two white swordsmen, they still feel that they are at a huge disadvantage.
"Can't they fight us openly and openly?" A white-clothed swordsman awkwardly emerged from the dust raised by the explosion and cursed loudly.
While he was yelling, another Tomahawk cruise missile in the distance was intercepted by Feijian and exploded in mid-air, turning into a ball of fire.
No one knew when this kind of attack would come to an end. It wasn't until everything stopped that the resentful swordsmen in white began the frustrating process of searching for the bodies of their companions in the crater again.
"Master!" A swordsman in white clasped his fists and lowered his head: "Another seventy people died in the battle! More than a hundred people were injured!"
The white-haired old man waved his hand impatiently and kicked out the disciple who came to deliver the bad news: "I know! You leave first! I have my own arrangements!"
After the people retreated, the white-haired old man looked at the parts on the table again, and the displeasure on his face became more obvious.
"There are not many elixirs brought! Many injured people, especially the seriously injured ones, will be of little use to the sect even if they are rescued." An old man spoke, seeming to be talking to himself,
It seems to be suggesting something.
Of course he didn't say these words in vain, he said these words just for the white-haired old man to listen to. Spending the sect's resources to save the wounded who couldn't be saved, this also has to bear some pressure within the Tianjian Shenzong.
The strong are respected here, and the capable people occupy more sect resources. If it weren't for the war, this situation would only get worse.
"Then stop using the elixir for those who are seriously injured first!" The white-haired old man weighed it up and ordered to the old man: "You know, this kind of thing cannot be done openly!"
"Yes!" The old swordsman, whose cultivation was obviously not as good as that of the white-haired old man, lowered his head slightly, clasped his fists and said, "I will arrange it! Just say that the doctor embezzled the elixir, and then deal with that doctor."
This is not the first time he has done this kind of thing. Anyway, in the end, there is no proof. Others know it well and there is no excuse.
There is no way, who made this place the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect! If everyone did not recognize such a system, they would have left long ago, right?
At this moment, a voice suddenly rang outside the tent: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! I am Lu Yun! I want to see the Master! I want to see the Master!"
His voice was so loud that even the white-haired old man could hear it clearly. The white-haired old man frowned slightly, coughed and walked out.
The swordsmen on both sides immediately helped him open the tent door curtain, and a stream of sunlight shone into the tent, and the darkness inside immediately faded a lot.
The white-haired old man signaled the two swordsmen who were blocking Lu Yun to step back, and then signaled Lu Yun to follow him back to the tent.
With a wave of his hand, a water glass on the table flew to Lu Yun's face and hovered there.
Lu Yun quickly took the water glass, thanked him, and then drank it down before saying: "Master! The team heading to the location of the Divine Sword was intercepted by thousands of weird puppets, and the whole army was wiped out...
"
He covered his broken arm, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and continued: "The other party has a weird weapon. Wherever we hide, they can follow us, and it will explode when touched. It is very powerful...
"
"So...my eldest disciple...has died?" The white-haired old man known as Master interrupted Lu Yun's words and only asked how his apprentice was.
Lu Yun's face turned pale, and he answered: "I'm telling you, Master... Senior Brother, Senior Brother, it is true, indeed, that he has fallen..."
"So, the strategy of attacking the opponent's master failed?" The old man spoke again and asked in a long voice.
He didn't seem to care about Lu Yun's injuries, nor what happened to the 300 masters now. He only cared about his eldest disciple and the progress of his plan to behead the opponent's leader.
Lu Yun's face became even paler, and after breathing twice, he continued to answer: "Tell me Master... there are many enemies, and there are weird puppets everywhere. Our company, we don't even look like the leader of the opponent, we don't even have the appearance of the opponent's leader.
I was defeated when I saw..."
He actually said it very tactfully - because the actual situation was that they were beaten to death without even seeing the Holy City.
There was nothing I could do. The bad news that all 300 masters were wiped out had already made the white-haired old man feel a little unsteady. If he didn't pick up the good news at this time, he might be in trouble.
Thinking of this, Lu Yun continued to add: "The other party was already prepared and there were many more people than us. We fought hard and killed countless enemies. In the end, we had to retreat because there were too many enemies..."
"Very good! Very good!" The white-haired old man nodded slightly, walked to Lu Yun's side, and showed a kind smile.
He stretched out his thin hand, pressed it on Lu Yun's shoulder, and asked slowly: "Thank you... thank you for risking your life to send such important news..."
After saying that, he moved his hand to Lu Yun's neck, and with a strong force, Lu Yun's body struggled and went limp.
"But...you shouldn't be alive...child! You shouldn't be alive! They are all dead, including my top disciples! How can you live!" The white-haired old man threw away Lu Yun's body and slowly
He stood up and murmured coldly.
He walked aside, took out a towel that had been scalded with warm water from the rack, wiped his hands carefully, and handed the towel to the old man beside him: "Carry him out. The injury is too serious. I will try my best to treat him."
