"Are you really going to do this?" A female disciple of the Jiuyou Sect, dressed in black, looked at the fellow senior sister next to her with some embarrassment, her face turned red.
She felt that what she was about to do was too shameful, so she looked at the senior sister beside her with embarrassment, hoping that the other party could help her.
Who knows, the usually amiable senior sister did not help this time, but continued to encourage: "Just go! Anyway, it will be my turn next time... No one can run away!"
"Good sister...please, please help me...I, I don't dare!" She opened her mouth and pondered for a while. The female swordsman, who still felt extremely ashamed, gave up her struggle again and delicately
The voice begged.
The older female swordsman who was holding her arm also showed bitterness on her face, and explained: "Good sister... I can't help you with this... Sister... I'm embarrassed, too."
"Please...this time, no matter what, you have to help me no matter what!" The female swordsman, who was called sister, still begged bitterly.
The female swordsman who was called sister looked helpless: "Silly sister, I helped you, who will help me..."
After pushing and shoving again, the female swordsman, who knew she couldn't push him away, finally made an appointment and picked up the big white speaker next to her.
Following the example of the Airanhill Empire soldier from before, she pressed a red switch on it, and then pointed the big white speaker at her mouth.
"..." After being silent for a long time, she finally plucked up the courage and shouted loudly: "Across the way... on the opposite side, fellow Taoists! Put down your weapons... both hands, hands high, high...
Go, come out, surrender, surrender! Resistance...resistance has no future!"
The face of the senior sister next to her also turned red, because the little junior sister's somewhat childish and charming voice was amplified countless times by the white magic weapon in front of her, and it echoed over the entire battlefield.
This was really a shameful thing. She really couldn't imagine how embarrassed she would be if her voice was amplified and released like this.
However, she still made a good gesture to the junior sister next to her, lowered her voice and encouraged the other person: "Very, very good... keep on, keep on working hard..."
After saying this unconscionable compliment, she wanted to bury her face in her breasts.
The little junior sister who had already broken the pot closed her eyes and decided to carry out this embarrassing matter to the end: "I, I am Jiuyou, a swordsman of Jiuyou Sect... Surrender! We have... good things here
There is food... there is medicine to treat and heal the wounds... Surrender, we will not kill the prisoners... the prisoners..."
Her slightly childish and shy voice echoed over the battlefield and in a forest of bald diseased trees.
Leaning behind the trunk of a large dead tree, a male swordsman from the Heavenly Sword Sect stuck out his head with some excitement.
At this moment, he could hear clearly that there was a very gentle female voice on the opposite side, shouting greenly: "As long as you raise the white flag, raise your hands high and surrender, we promise to treat the prisoners preferentially and not harm your lives!"
The voice became smoother and smoother, and the shyness before gradually turned into the tenderness and sweetness now.
He was chased all the way here and saw with his own eyes many of his fellow disciples who had lost their lives. He didn't want to die meaninglessly in such an unknown place, so he wanted to go out and raise his hands.
There are many people who have the same idea as him. After all, the defeated soldiers who have fled all the way here have exhausted their strength and have really little will left to continue resisting.
"It's the people from the Jiuyou Sect... They, they are promising not to kill us." A wounded swordsman pushed aside the dead bushes in front of him and looked at the empty battlefield curiously.
Outside the bald forest where they were hiding, the tanks of the Elanshir Empire had already driven up the hillside, and densely packed puppets were waiting for the order to attack.
With just one order, the puppet army, which has almost captured all the outer positions of Hammerfell Mountain, can rush into this dead forest and kill all the remaining defeated generals inside.
At this time, being able to hear the familiar voice of the Nine Nether Sect is undoubtedly a comfort to the defeated soldiers of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect who are about to collapse.
The girl's voice was warm and seemed to melt the cold hearts of many people. The Jiuyou Sect still had a good reputation among the grassroots disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect. At least it was guaranteed that the other party would not kill people indiscriminately.
Since people from the Jiuyou Sect came to persuade them to surrender, they would not lose their lives if they surrendered 80% of the time - the already desperate swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Shen Sect seemed to see the glimmer of hope at this moment.
"Anyway, the sect has abandoned us, let's surrender!" A swordsman finally couldn't bear it anymore and expressed his thoughts: "Those who are willing to stay and fight, then stay, don't stop us from surrendering!"
"Yes! You are willing to die, but we are not! Don't stop us from asking for a way to survive!" Another swordsman also stood up and said.
The emotion of surrender is sometimes contagious, or in this case it spreads very quickly.
In the forest, more and more swordsmen from the Heavenly Sword Sect decided to surrender. Then they returned their flying swords to their scabbards, raised their hands high and slowly walked to the edge of the forest.
Just when they were worried that behind them, their fellow disciples on the main peak of Hammerfell Mountain would rise up and revolt because of their surrender, one of them suddenly exclaimed: "Look! Look over there!"
Following his shouts, the defeated soldiers of the Heavenly Sword Shen Sect who had just walked to the edge of the forest looked back and saw a white flag erected diagonally behind them on the main peak position...
"I
…It would be better for them to surrender directly?”
He wanted to join forces before, but the other party refused simply. He was full of orders from the sect and was determined to fight to the end. What about now? Where are their faces? The old swordsman really wants to ask.
These bastards: "Where's that bastard who shouted just now? Stand up for me! I promise I won't beat you to death!"
"It's really... easy." Another swordsman next to the old swordsman said with admiration and envy on his face: "If we had surrendered earlier, we wouldn't have been beaten... so miserably..."
