On a position full of craters, a group of swordsmen from the Heavenly Sword Sect were fighting and retreating amid a hail of bullets.
They had abandoned their original position and were retreating towards Hammerfell. Because they had no reinforcements, their numbers became smaller and smaller as they fought.
"Without reinforcements, we will be destroyed here." A swordsman said anxiously to the old swordsman who was retreating beside him.
The leader of the old swordsman also looked helpless. He had sent people to ask for help long ago, but even now, the expected reinforcements still have not arrived.
"I don't know why, but the person who asked for help hasn't come back yet, and I don't have a good solution!" The old swordsman explained helplessly. After passing through a bald forest, they and the garrison stationed at
Swordsmen from another nearby group of Heavenly Sword Divine Sect gathered together.
"Why did you abandon the position? You will be punished for retreating here!" A swordsman stationed here poked his head out of a huge crater and shouted to the swordsmen who were defeated in front of the position.
The old swordsman at the head stopped and explained: "We applied for reinforcements, but we haven't received the reinforcements yet... There are too many enemies, so we can only retreat."
"Go back quickly! The order from above is to hold on to every inch of the land! If you leave your post without permission, you will lose your life if you are held accountable!" The swordsman shouted loudly, as if he wanted to drive away these defeated troops.
There is no other way. They are already the core defensive position of Hammerfell Mountain. If the outer positions are lost, they are the front line. The swordsmen stationed here naturally do not want to face the enemy.
"We have run out of elixirs and magic weapons. We will die if we go back! Let us stay here and fight with you." The old swordsman reluctantly handed over his hand, hoping that the other party would give him a chance.
In this case, everyone knows very well that without the support of magical weapons and sufficient elixirs to support the replenishment of spiritual energy, fighting will be no different from dying.
But it is one thing to know, but it is another thing to let the other party leave without permission. The swordsman lying on the edge of the crater continued to shout at the top of his voice: "Stop talking nonsense! Go back quickly! Otherwise our flying sword will not
Long eyes!”
As if to warn them, a flying sword flew across the open space and made the old swordsman jump with a whoosh.
On normal days, the opponent's cultivation level may not dare to provoke him like this, but at this time, the defeated troops led by the old swordsman did not have much spiritual energy reserves, so naturally they did not dare to provoke the opponent easily.
Not dying in the hands of the enemy, but dying by the sword of one of your own, that would be really frustrating.
"You will regret it!" The old swordsman said these words bitterly, and then led the defeated soldiers back to the forest that was almost bald.
They built a simple defensive position there, preparing to wait for other broken troops and the enemies who were about to attack here.
"The reinforcements we applied for have not arrived. What is going on?" On the main position of Hammerfell Mountain, a swordsman asked the leader anxiously.
The swordsman who directed the battle was about sixty years old. He frowned and looked at the front of the highland: "I don't know what happened. At noon, we were asking for people from the Holy Church City, but now
, the reinforcements didn’t show up either.”
"Not only did the reinforcements not come, but the people who went to call for reinforcements also didn't come back. If I hadn't known that the road to the Holy City was still under our control, I would have suspected that the other party had cut off our traffic.
"The commander clenched his fists and said.
Yesterday, reinforcements continued to arrive, and some were even sent by precious flying boats. In the entire Hammerfell Mountain, there were probably tens of thousands of reinforcements yesterday. Including the troops originally stationed here, the defenders had been
At one time, the army and horses were strong.
However, since the fierce battle this morning, the swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Shen Sect on Hammerfell Mountain have lost thousands of people, but none of the reinforcements have arrived.
This makes people a little confused. The swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Sect who are still fighting on Hammerfell Mountain have also become panicked and don't know what to do after the hard battle.
"Send a few more people over?" The swordsman asked unwillingly: "Maybe it's because of something that delayed it. This time I will take people there myself."
"I'm afraid that if you go, you won't be able to come back." The old commander shook his head and said, "There may not be any reinforcements, so we can only rely on ourselves."
"What do you mean?" The swordsman didn't understand what the old swordsman meant for a while. He was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously.
When he asked this question, he also figured out the key to it, and then his eyes widened immediately: "You mean... the higher ups are going to abandon Hammerfell? But, but, why?"
"Maybe it's to buy time, maybe it's to let the puppet troops of the Elanthir Empire enter the Holy City... In short, it seems that the more complicated the environment, the more beneficial the battle will be to us, isn't it?" the old swordsman said casually.
Answer your subordinate's questions.
"But, but what about us?" The swordsman asked the old swordsman reluctantly, "We are still here!"
"We? We are the part that was abandoned in order to adjust the deployment!" the old swordsman continued to answer absentmindedly.
"Then, let's retreat to the Holy City..." Hearing the old swordsman's words, the swordsman was stunned again, and then asked tentatively.
"We haven't received the order to retreat. How can we survive if we go back? Don't be stupid, you are not the first day you entered the sect..." The old swordsman who directed the battle shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Now
The only choice we have is to stay here and wait for the sect's order to retreat...or...forget it...don't say anything anymore."
While the two of them were talking, a cannonball suddenly exploded in the sky, making a dull sound.
Then, when everyone subconsciously shrank their necks, the colorful flyers slowly fell like snowflakes.
"Compatriots of the Heavenly Sword Sect! Please surrender to our Jiuyou Sect for the sake of your own lives!" A flyer with a colorful picture of hands raised slowly landed on the ground where the swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect were stationed.
On the battlefield.
"My name is Lu Dazhuang. I am a monk from the Three Treasures Peak of the Heavenly Sword Sect. I surrendered to the Jiuyou Sect two days ago. My injuries were treated. They treated me very well and did not abuse me. Please believe me and raise your hand.
Your hands..." Another leaflet fell, and under the smiling face of a man with a bandage on his head, there was a "heart-touching" piece of advice written.