"Retreat!" Looking at the small village with thick smoke in the distance, the leader of the white-clothed swordsmen who came for reinforcements from the periphery of Village No. 157 reluctantly gave up the attack plan.
He has invested more than 300 troops in such a small village, but the roof of that village is still covered with that damn black golden eagle flag, which makes him a little annoyed.
Seeing the huge explosion just now, he felt that no matter how hard his troops tried, they could no longer capture the village in the distance.
Compared with the weak civilians before, the civilians they massacred, and these real armies in front of them, the gap is really too big.
In his opinion, these are entities from two different worlds: these civilians are too weak, but these armies are so powerful that people are afraid of them.
No matter how he attacked, the enemies there were very tenacious in pushing them back. What made him even more helpless was that no matter how he attacked, the opponent's defensive strength didn't seem that strong.
From the beginning to the end, he had only seen three sturdy tanks shuttled among the defense lines, and above his head, there were always some weird aircraft that were constantly suppressing and interfering with the deployment of his troops.
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Although he had shot down many small, inconspicuous and weird flying devices, he didn't feel the joy of winning at all.
In front of such a small village, he had lost more than 270 people, and 30 were seriously wounded, becoming a burden to his troops.
Now he has less than 200 men left in his hands. If he continues to attack at this time, it is very likely that all the soldiers he brought will perish here.
What made him even more uneasy was that there had been no news from the troops on the flank for a long time. There were more than 100 people there. If nothing unexpected happened, someone should have been sent to contact them long ago.
If something happens to that unit, it will be even more dangerous for him to go deep here alone. If the enemy outflanks him from both sides, it will not be easy for him to escape.
Thinking of this, he issued the order to retreat without hesitation. After hearing this order, the white-clothed swordsmen around him immediately began to retreat with the wounded.
The troops of Tianjian Shenzong are not like a serious army. Their coordination and offensive tactics are very crude. They only have strong combat effectiveness because of their strong personal strength.
What they faced before were just some weak opponents, which did not give them enough need to improve their fighting methods. After all, they could win no matter what.
But now, when they faced the well-trained combat troops of the Eilanhir Empire, they looked immature. Without systematic combat cooperation, they were even more chaotic when they retreated.
Some people carried the wounded with flying swords and mixed in with the crowd, and some people followed behind carrying some supplies such as tents. Only the vigilant swordsmen scattered around made the team look a little similar.
However, when an unlucky white-clothed swordsman stepped on the faint green light, with a crisp click, a jumping thunder flew up, interrupting the beautiful scene of these white-clothed swordsmen.
peaceful.
"Boom!" When the flying sword that protected the body struck the jumping mine, the jumping mine also exploded, directly covering the surrounding swordsmen in white with shrapnel.
This group of swordsmen in white obviously don't understand what rocket launchers are called mines, and they certainly don't know the various types of land mines in the Elanshir Empire.
A swordsman who was frightened by the explosion stepped back and stepped on the fuse of the mine. He felt that he had hit something, but he had not seen similar movies and did not know that he could not move when he stepped on it.
reason.
As a result, he was so frightened that he quickly raised his feet, and then the landmine exploded as a matter of course, blowing half of his legs into the sky.
Most of these landmines from the Airanshir Empire are not weapons for killing people. From the beginning of their design, their target has been determined: I only want one of your legs!
It is not kindness but more cruelty. This is the terrifying thing about modern weapons. What it wants is not to kill people like crazy, but to exhaust every drop of the enemy's flesh and blood in all fields.
Blow off an enemy's leg, wasting several enemies' combat power and forcing them to rescue the wounded, and every day in the future, the wounded will consume supplies and medicines... This is the real cruelty.
"Everyone, be careful! Watch your steps!" A swordsman in white glanced at a black mine that was just thrown on the ground next to his feet, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and reminded his companions loudly.
In fact, without his reminder, everyone began to become cautious. The marching speed, which was originally relatively fast, now immediately became slow.
What they didn't know was that the purpose of these mines was to slow down their march and buy more time for the troops surrounded on both sides.
Now, time has been gained, the Eilanshir Empire troops on both wings are ready, and behind them, a large number of grenadiers have reached the pre-selected defensive positions.
This army of swordsmen in white has actually been completely surrounded, but they don't know it yet.
When they realized that they had been surrounded, panic suddenly spread among this team of less than 200 swordsmen in white.
However, what was even more unlucky than these unlucky masters of the Heavenly Sword Shen Sect was another group of swordsmen who encountered an army of demons.
At this moment, they had been annihilated. Not a single one was left, and they all became food for the demon dogs and became the achievements of the demon clan.
Feeling that the jade slips were broken, the white-haired old man Zhang Jia's face became increasingly ugly. He sent out three teams of 500 people and five teams of 100 people, and arranged for more than 2,000 people to go out.
As a result, nearly 1,000 of the more than 2,000 disciples have now died! One team of 500 people was completely wiped out, and another team has also suffered heavy losses. What is even more frightening is that five teams of 100 people were responsible for the support.
, now there is only one left!
In other words, the opponent has accumulated heavy troops in almost all directions, and has the ability to defeat hundreds of swordsmen in white...
"These... bastards!" Zhang Jia raised his head angrily, took out a mountain peak carved from white jade from his arms, and poured his spiritual energy into the mountain peak: "You are all going to die!"
Behind him, within the space portal of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect, a mountain with a huge talisman formation slowly emerged.
"Master... you, how did you summon your fairy mountain here..." A swordsman in white asked in surprise as he looked at the mountains that were solidifying in the distance.
"I want them to see what real... power is!" the white-haired old man Zhang Jia said coldly.
At the same time, near the Magic Eye of the Elanthir Empire, a city several times larger than the mountain peak was slowly appearing.