A swordsman from the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect was hiding in a bomb crater and chewing on a blackened rabbit leg. The rabbit died from a cannonball that deviated from the target and landed near the bomb crater when it was blown away.
In fact, the rabbit couldn't be eaten no matter what. Not to mention the strange burnt taste, it was uncooked on the inside and burnt black on the outside, making it unappetizing at first sight.
However, the sad thing is that because the Tianjian Shenzong's logistics supply has been messed up, some supply lines have been completely cut off, so being able to find some food at this time is definitely not a big deal for a poor grassroots swordsman.
Easy things.
He tore the unfamiliar rabbit meat hard with his teeth, looking at the broken tree next to him and the tree branches cut and broken by shrapnel, he felt indescribable sadness in his heart.
Not long ago, his natal flying sword had cracks in a cruel battle. In such a high-intensity battle, he couldn't even spare the spiritual energy to nourish his flying sword, let alone other energy.
Already.
Such a battle is too difficult for a swordsman of his level. The powerful explosive power and close combat ability of a master swordsman are simply not enough in the face of a high-intensity battle.
By swallowing the half-cooked rabbit leg, this lucky swordsman at least had something to fill his stomach.
Another swordsman not far away from him was not so lucky. He had not eaten properly for two days.
He had a vague feeling of stomachache. After struggling for a long time, he finally took out the only elixir left in his arms and stuffed it into his mouth. He reluctantly used his smoking mouth to moisten the elixir and let the pill
The fragrance temporarily dispels hunger.
However, he didn't know what he should do next. The order to retreat was not sent, and sticking here would obviously be a dead end.
"What should we do?" He did not dare to turn his back on the sect, because there was no doubt about the power of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect. It would be too easy to hunt down a poor monk like him.
But he didn't intend to die here, because only when he was alive could he have hope, but if he died, there would be nothing.
When the fragrance of the pills disappeared without a trace in his mouth, the poor monk finally waited for the changes on the battlefield - but he didn't want to see such changes.
A cannonball fell suddenly and hit a small high ground not far away from him. Dozens of his fellow disciples were stationed there, but now he was extremely grateful that his dead Taoist friend did not die of a poor Taoist.
Fortunately... it hit the high ground over there. If it hit him, he would be in big trouble.
Sure enough, before his mental activity was over, more shells fell like raindrops.
"Ha!" He grinned, and when he saw the thick smoke billowing in the distance, he let out a sound that he didn't know whether it was schadenfreude or insensitivity.
The earth shook and the mountains shook. Stone chips stirred up by the explosion and shock waves like blades were everywhere. The flying stumps and broken arms were mixed in, and fragments of trees that should have been dense on the top of the mountain could also be seen.
The place that was as calm as a lake just now is now as violent as hell. The swordsmen who originally actively intercepted the incoming shells have now become accustomed to not caring about those fatal falling bodies.
Because those falling objects, in their view, cannot be intercepted completely. Their precious spiritual energy and the flying swords that they regarded as life were exhausted in the collision again and broke into powder, and the flying weapons,
When the other party throws it away, it seems like it is free trash.
This is not an equal contest at all. The opponent is obviously using these weapons to consume their combat effectiveness.
When they are exhausted and have little fighting power left, the opponent will launch an attack and throw in those sturdy turtle-like chariots, eating away at their position bit by bit.
Anyone who is not blind can already see that the entire war situation is developing in a direction that is unfavorable to them.
Previously, when he had just arrived at the front line, the high-spirited fellow sects at Jianfeng where they were located were still attacking an unknown small mountain village.
But later, seeing a shapeless wheat field in front of them, they were ordered to retreat to the edge of a dense forest.
Later, they were ordered to retreat and retreated to the back of the dense forest... Yesterday, they had just retreated here and reluctantly built a ridiculous and weird defensive position here.
They also learned from those enemies, connected the bomb craters, and dug a long crater. Such a crater could reduce the probability of being hit by enemy weapons and allow them to save their lives.
In the past, when faced with the enemy's dense rain of arrows and the enemy's army that was like an ocean, they strolled around, chatting and laughing while their boats and oars were wiped out - how could there ever be a time when they retreated in such embarrassment as today?
Just as he was thinking about those glorious pasts over and over again in his mind, the artillery fire covering the hilltop suddenly extended towards where he was.
A cannonball exploded not far from him. The huge air wave and deafening sound brought the poor swordsman back to reality.
He hugged his head decisively, retreated to the bottom of the crater, and waited honestly for his last moment to arrive.
Unfortunately, the shell did not hit directly in the crater where he was, but crossed the crater and extended into the distance.
The air was filled with the smell of dust thrown up by the explosion, mixed with the burnt smell of some burning.
The huddled swordsman didn't bother to dust himself, and stuck his head out of the crater. When his vision recovered and the dust in front of his eyes gradually subsided, the bombardment had stopped.
At this time, the swordsman discovered that next to the crater where he was, another crater had been more than half filled in by the huge crater exploded by the new shell.
Now, the new crater is still steaming, and in the newly buried crater, the exposed palm of the buried corpse is still holding a rabbit leg bone with flesh and blood.
"Zhang Hao! Senior Brother Zhang Hao!" The swordsman who was rolling and crawling but survived by luck cried and rolled over into the half-collapsed crater. He shouted loudly while digging with his hands.
Unfortunately, no one responded to his cry. He dug and dug and then stopped because the soil in his hands had become sticky and red blood had leached out of the soil.
Everything seemed to have returned to calm, but in the midst of the calm, densely packed puppet robot troops on both wings of the position climbed over their trenches, carrying weapons, and calmly accompanied by the M4 tanks that lit up their magic defense barriers.