One Thousand Three Hundred and Twenty-Four Cities

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"Retreat!" Looking at the smoky small village in the distance, the leader of the white-clothed swordsmen who had been reinforced from the outskirts of village 157 gave up his attack plan unwillingly.

He had already invested more than 300 troops in such a small village, but the roof of that village was still covered with that damned black golden eagle flag that annoyed him a little.

Seeing the huge explosion just now, he felt that no matter how hard his troops tried, they could no longer take down the village in the distance.

Compared with the weak civilians and civilians slaughtered by them before, and the real army in front of them, the gap is really too big.

In his opinion, these are existences from two different worlds: these civilians are too weak, while these armies are terrifyingly strong.

No matter how he attacked, the enemies there were very tenacious to push them back, and what made him even more helpless was that no matter how he attacked, the opponent's defense didn't seem that strong.

From the beginning to the end, he only saw three solid tanks of that kind, shuttling between the defense lines, and above his head, there were always some weird aircraft, constantly suppressing and interfering with the deployment of his troops. .

Although, he has shot down many small, inconspicuous and eccentric flying devices, he has no sense of victory at all.

In front of such a small village, he had lost more than 270 people, and 30 were seriously injured, which became a burden to his troops.

Now he has less than 200 people left in his hands. If he continues to attack at this time, it is very likely that the soldiers he brought will all fall here.

What makes him feel uneasy is that there has been no news from the flanking troops for a long time. There are more than 100 people there. If there is no accident, they should have sent someone to contact them long ago.

If there is an accident with that army, it will be even more dangerous for him to go deep here alone. If the enemy came from the flanks, it would not be easy for him to escape.

Thinking of this, he gave the order to retreat without hesitation. The white-clothed swordsmen around him, after hearing this order, immediately began to retreat with the wounded.

The troops of the Heavenly Sword God Sect are not like a serious army. Their coordination and offensive tactics are very shallow, and they have strong combat effectiveness only because of their strong personal strength.

What they faced before was just some low-strength opponents, which did not give them enough need to improve their fighting methods, after all, they could win no matter what.

But now, when they face the well-trained combat troops of the Alan Hill Empire, they appear immature. Lacking systematic combat cooperation, they were even more chaotic when they retreated.

Some people used flying swords to carry the wounded and mixed in the crowd, and some people followed behind with tents and other supplies. Only the vigilant swordsmen scattered around made the team look a little bit like that.

However, when an unlucky white-clothed swordsman stepped on the faint green light, accompanied by a crisp click, a thunderbolt flew up, interrupting these white-clothed swordsmen's beautiful peaceful.

"Boom!" When the bodyguard's flying sword slashed on the jumping mine, the jumping mine also exploded, covering the surrounding white-clothed swordsmen with shrapnel.

These white-clothed swordsmen obviously don't know what rocket mines are, and they certainly don't know the variety of landmines in the Alan Hill Empire.

A swordsman who was frightened by the explosion stepped back again and again, and stepped on the fuze of a landmine. He felt that he had stepped on something, but he had never seen a similar movie, and he didn't know that he could not move around if he stepped on it. reason.

So, he was so frightened that he quickly raised his foot, and then the landmine exploded as a matter of course, blowing half of his leg into the sky.

Most of these landmines of the Alan Hill Empire are not sharp weapons for killing people. They were designed at the beginning,

They have already determined their goal: I only want you to have one leg!

It is not benevolent but more cruel. This is the horror of modern weapons. What they want is not to kill like hemp, but to exhaust every drop of the enemy's blood and bones in all fields.

Blowing up one of the enemy's legs, wasting the combat power of a few enemies and forcing them to rescue the wounded, and every day in the future, the wounded will consume supplies and medical supplies... This is the real cruelty.

"Everyone be careful! Watch your feet!" A white-clothed swordsman glanced at a black landmine that had just been thrown on the ground at his feet, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and reminded his companion loudly.

In fact, without his reminder, everyone started to become cautious. The originally fast marching speed immediately became slow.

What they didn't know was that the function of these mines was to slow down their marching speed and buy more time for the troops surrounded by the two wings.

Now, time has been bought, the Irish Empire troops on both wings are ready, and behind them, a large number of grenadiers have already reached the pre-selected defensive position.

This army of white-clothed swordsmen has actually been completely surrounded, but they don't know it yet.

When they realized that they were surrounded, panic suddenly spread in the team of less than 200 white-clothed swordsmen.

However, even more unlucky than these unlucky masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect, was another group of swordsmen who encountered the demon army.

At this moment, they have been wiped out. If there is not one left, it will become the food of the demon dog and the achievement of the demon clan.

Sensing the shattering of the jade slips, the white-haired old man Zhang Jia's face became more and more ugly. He sent three teams of 500 people, and five teams of 100 people, and arranged for more than 2,000 people.

As a result, nearly 1,000 of the more than 2,000 disciples have now fallen! A team of 500 people was wiped out, and the other team had suffered heavy losses. What was even more frightening was that only one of the five supporting teams of 100 people was left!

In other words, the opponent has hoarded heavy troops in almost all directions, and they all have the ability to defeat hundreds of white-clothed swordsmen...

"These... bastards!" Zhang Jia raised her head angrily, took out a mountain peak carved from white jade from her bosom, and injected her spiritual energy into the mountain peak: "You all will die!"

Behind him, in the space portal of the Heavenly Sword Sect, a mountain with a huge talisman array slowly emerged.

"Master... you, why did you summon your own fairy mountain..." A white-clothed swordsman looked at the mountain peaks that were constantly solidifying in the distance, and asked in surprise.

"I want to show them what real...power is!" said the white-haired old man Zhang Jia coldly.

At the same time, a city several times larger than the mountain is slowly appearing near the Magic Eye of the Alan Hill Empire.