In front of the seventh elder, the battlefield was already almost one-sided. Some of the swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect knelt down and surrendered, while others were desperately retreating into the city.
At several gaps in the city wall, the soldiers of the Heavenly Sword Sect were desperately resisting the attack of the soldiers of the Elanthir Empire.
Fierce fighting broke out everywhere, and the ground was covered with the corpses of Tianjian Shenzong soldiers. The Type 99 main battle tank ran over these corpses and advanced close to the city wall.
"Boom!" Just when the seventh elder was in a daze, a cannonball landed not far in front of the seventh elder. The loud explosion brought the seventh elder back to reality. He shrank his neck, and then suddenly realized
It seems that I haven't done such an action for many years.
In the past hundreds of years, who could scare him into shrinking his neck? After the seventh elder reacted, he suddenly wanted to vent his anger.
He released the spiritual energy in his body and prepared to jump off the city and start killing people. But when he was about to take action, an energy shock suddenly shone on the battlefield.
It was the masters of the Airan Hill Empire using magic, and the huge energy suddenly destroyed a section of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect's defense line.
A dark ravine was left on the ground, and after the light dissipated, it was still vaguely steaming with heat.
The seventh elder felt a feeling of despair well up in his body. He knew that the other party also had masters, but knowing it was one thing, seeing it with his own eyes was another.
Jumping into the fight rashly would only expose himself. The death of the third elder made him become more cautious.
He didn't know if the master who killed the third elder was nearby, or if those masters were nearby. He also didn't know if he would attract a siege from those masters if he exposed himself.
In this case, the seventh elder gave up the idea of venting his anger and turned to the lecturer beside him: "Send the swordsmen in the city out! Find a way to regain the lost place! These are only two
Don’t you think it’s embarrassing to be beaten like this before even a moment has passed?”
The lecturer lowered his head and agreed: "Yes! Disciple, go and deliver the order now!"
At this moment, there are about 10,000 disciples of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect in the Holy City who can participate in the battle. They are also one of the few reserve teams in the hands of the Seventh Elder.
"Let those who are injured stay idle! Those who are slightly injured will return to the battle!" Then, the seventh elder thought of the wounded in the city and added.
This was originally a place used by the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect to place the wounded. Now, the most numerous people here are of course the injured disciples of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect.
"Send someone to investigate! All those who are slightly injured, can move, and have their wounds bandaged and treated and are not serious, gather them together and fight! Fight!" He continued as he walked down the city.
The lecturer following him lowered his head slightly and continued to agree: "Yes! Disciple will send someone to do it now!"
He has now figured it out, no matter what the seventh elder arranges, he can just follow it. If the thing is done, he can be considered to have some credit. If it fails, then he is acting under orders, at least he does not have to be responsible for the failure.
So, after walking down the city, he waved to a few direct disciples and arranged several orders from the seventh elder.
Finally, when he saw his favorite disciple, he made arrangements: "You personally handle the matter for the lightly injured disciple to continue participating in the war."
"Master, I don't quite understand. Is this a minor injury? How to define it?" The disciple humbly asked for advice.
The old lecturer sneered and gave instructions: "Anyone who gives spiritual stones, magic weapons, or treasures... is seriously injured! In turn, arrange for them to participate in the war! Make some certificates and send them to those who know the truth. Those who have no certificates
, just capture them all and send them to the front line to replenish their numbers!"
"Disciple understands! Disciple, go and do it now!" The disciple suddenly realized, then he clasped his fists and lowered his head and said, "I will give all the things I get to my master!"
"Sensible." The old lecturer raised his lips proudly and patted the proud disciple on the shoulder: "You can keep 10%."
"Thank you, Master!" The disciple bowed his head and thanked him again, with a pious expression on his face. He knew that this time, his master had left him a real opportunity to make a fortune!
After receiving the order, he turned around and went to find his cronies. Being able to reach a mid-level position in the Tianjian Shenzong, this disciple is naturally not a lone ranger. He also has a group of minions behind him, and a group of errands to help him with things.
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As a result, a chaos broke out inside the Holy City. While the battle outside the city was still in full swing, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect in the city began a carnival of plunder and robbery.
"I'm really seriously injured..." A disciple with gauze wrapped around his head put the spirit stones, banknotes issued by the Heavenly Sword Sect, and a magical weapon in his hand into the arms of a familiar fellow disciple.
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The other party stuffed those things into the bag he was carrying half-heartedly, and then handed a voucher with the instructor's seal to the slightly injured disciple: "Take this, with it, you will be safe!"
"Thank you, senior brother! Thank you, senior brother!" The disciple who got the ticket quickly thanked him, then took out a few spiritual stones from his arms, handed them to the other party and said: "Junior brother, this is your filial piety! Don't refuse, don't refuse...
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"Then... then senior brother will accept it." The other party looked at the "advanced" junior brother, and the smile on his face became thicker.
Next door, a seriously injured man with almost full bandages was lying on the door panel. He pointed angrily at the people who came in and cursed: "I am injured like this, and you actually say that I am only slightly injured? My magic weapon is the spirit stone.
They were all used up on the battlefield, so how can I have any extra bribes for you? You actually want to send me back to the front line to die? I want to sue the master! I want to sue the elders! Let you bastards..."
His shouting stopped abruptly because several of his colleagues who walked into the room were afraid that the wounded man would really make things worse, so they took action directly, killing the wounded man who had no fighting ability.
"Stubborn, ignorant of promotion." Looking at the corpse that could no longer curse, the swordsman who took action showed no guilt on his face. He just snorted coldly, spat on the corpse and turned around to leave.
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Similar things kept happening in the Holy City, and the army of injured people assembled was quickly sent out of the city.
The team had been "reinforced" by these wounded men. The commander looked at these cannon fodder with almost no combat effectiveness and couldn't help but laugh and cry. He really didn't want these burdens, but there was nothing he could do about it.