If the young swordsman from the Heavenly Sword Sect in front of him had also traveled through time, he would definitely point at the old swordsman from the Jiuyou Sect who has no martial ethics and curse: "If you have the ability, don't sue your teacher; if you have the ability, don't sue your parents!"
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The two of you made an appointment not to leave after school, but you brought your father over to fight. Isn't it a bit unreasonable?
Unfortunately, before he could say anything, he saw a soldier next to the old man holding a weapon and about the same size as Iron Man, taking a step forward and aiming at him.
"Thud, tug, tug!" With a short burst of fire, the flying sword floating beside the young swordsman fell down without even a single reaction.
The young swordsman who controlled the flying sword had been hit by the incoming bullet and fell straight down.
The flying speed of electromagnetic weapon ammunition is so fast that there is almost no "delay" at a distance of 100 meters. The idea of letting the bullet fly for a while seems to have completely disappeared.
It was the first time for the Heavenly Sword Shen Sect to face this new type of weapon, and it was obvious that they had not yet adapted. Before, they were able to use flying swords to block incoming bullets, but now they were no different from ordinary targets.
Even if they used spiritual energy to protect their bodies in advance, these swordsmen would not be able to block the ammunition fired by the powerful electromagnetic weapons.
But on the other hand, even the most ordinary soldiers of the Airanshir Empire can use electromagnetic weapons, and it only takes a few months of training.
Even the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect cannot bear such losses. Comparison: Since the two sides have been fighting, most of the losses of Airan Hill are combat puppet robots and ammunition, but the losses suffered by the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect have been decades and hundreds of years.
The real military strength accumulated over time.
"Monks of the Heavenly Sword Sect! Surrender! Stop resisting! You have been defeated! Put down your weapons! I can guarantee your safety!" A female swordsman from the Nine Nether Sect was full of joy when she saw a swordsman like herself.
He fell down covered in blood and finally couldn't help shouting.
It has to be said that women are emotional at all times. They are easily infected by emotions, so it is easier to impress others with their emotions.
As the female swordsman shouted, a voice finally responded. In a bomb crater not far away from her, a weak woman's voice bravely asked: "I, I surrender... You,
Can you, can you not kill me?"
"Hold your flying sword high, come out and kneel on the ground, I guarantee your safety!" After receiving the response, the female swordsman of the Nine Nether Sect immediately began to persuade: "I promise you! No one will make things difficult for you!"
"You...you, don't, don't kill, don't kill me." The stammering voice of the female swordsman from the Heavenly Sword Sect came from the crater. It seemed that she had been frightened by the tragic battlefield.
A soldier from the Airan Hill Empire's Interstellar Paratrooper Special Forces nodded slightly to his comrades beside him, then held his weapon and carefully moved forward to the side of the crater.
He grabbed a black ball from his shoulder and threw it away into the crater with a flick of his hand. After the small ball hit the edge of the sloping crater, it began to roll down.
As the small ball rolled, images of the rolling crater were displayed on the monitor in front of the special soldier.
Inside the crater was a female swordsman with a wound on her shoulder, and the corpse of a female swordsman beside her. It looked like she really didn't have the courage to fight anymore, and there was nothing suspicious about it.
The special soldier who had scouted the inside of the crater raised his fist and made a safety gesture. Then he suddenly poked his head out with the weapon and aimed at the female swordsman at the bottom of the crater: "Put up your hands! Kneel on the ground!"
The female swordsman at the bottom of the pit was pale, and her attention was still on the small camera that fell to the bottom of the pit. She was extremely frightened by the object falling from the sky to her side. If the flying sword had not been damaged, she might have immediately
The reaction was to chop the ball into pieces with a flying sword.
"Don't! Don't! Don't kill me! My flying sword is broken! I have no weapon!" The female swordsman raised her uninjured arm and shouted nervously: "I surrender, I surrender!"
A female swordsman from the Nine Nether Sect jumped into the crater, and two soldiers from the Airanhill Empire helped her establish a basic warning line around her.
The female swordsman of the Nine Nether Sect who jumped into the pit looked at the fragments of the opponent's flying sword that were broken beside her. Knowing that the opponent was not lying, she leaned down and checked the corpse next to the opponent.
The body was hit by shrapnel, the blood was almost dry, and the body had no warmth. It was obviously not pretending to be dead.
"Click!" After locking the handcuffs on the wrist of the female swordsman of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and making sure that there was no weapon on her body, the female swordsman of the Jiuyou Sect finally breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Okay! You are safe now.
Got it!"
This was the first prisoner they captured today, which was a good sign no matter how you looked at it. With the help of the female swordsman of the Nine Nether Sect, the injured prisoner climbed out of the crater and was protected by the team.
The Heavenly Sword Divine Sect has always had a deformed management system in which the strong are respected, and there are many grassroots swordsmen who are dissatisfied.
Now, the choice between losing a small life and surrendering to a stronger enemy is not a difficult choice for many people in the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Soon, a thin male swordsman had his hands cuffed behind his back and was pushed to the side of the surrendered female prisoner. He was obviously a little surprised when he saw that he was not the first one to surrender.
Surrender is also contagious. If there is one, there will be two, and if there are two, there will be three. Soon there were seven or eight prisoners, kneeling on the ground, waiting to be surrendered.
At this moment, a UH-60 helicopter responsible for transporting prisoners was already turning its propellers and slowly lowering its altitude.
"We didn't gather enough prisoners!" The old swordsman glanced at the prisoner team of less than ten people, and shouted to Harold next to him with some regret.
"It doesn't matter! It's not unusual for them to be smaller the first time! You should follow them back to the base immediately! We also need to control the nearby highlands and expel the remaining stubborn elements!" Harold pointed at the helicopter and shouted loudly.
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"I'll stay!" the old swordsman said bravely. Whenever he didn't have to risk his life, he could be very brave...
"I, let me stay too!" The female swordsman who was the first to capture the prisoner also became very brave. She puffed out her non-existent chest, showing an aura of looking forward to death.
To be honest, Harold was not willing to bring a few burdens to the team, but thinking that there might be prisoners later, he reluctantly nodded, which was considered a difficult decision.