Chapter 1383
My Empire Chapter 1383
2021-01-30
Chapter 1383 1385 Calm StepsA Swordsman of the Sword God Sect is hiding in a bullet crater and eating a charred black Rabbit Leg, the rabbit was killed by an off-target shell that landed right near this crater when it was blown away.
Actually, that rabbit can't be eaten no matter what, not to mention the strange burnt smell, the inside is not cooked and the outside is burnt black, it makes people have no appetite at first sight.
Sadly though, since the logistics of the Sword God Sect have been messed up, some supply lines have been completely cut off, so can find some food at this time, for a poor grassroots Swordsman , is definitely not an easy thing to do.
He was tearing at the unfamiliar rabbit meat with his teeth, looking at the broken tree next to him, and the branches of the trees that were cut and broken by shrapnel, with an indescribable sadness in his heart.
Not so long ago, his Life-Source Flying Sword had been cracked in brutal combat. In such a high-intensity battle, he couldn't even mobilize Spiritual Qi who nourished his Flying Sword, let alone other energy.
This kind of battle is too difficult for a Swordsman with a cultivation base like him. The sword cultivator expert's powerful explosive power and close combat ability are simply not enough to see in the face of high-intensity wars.
Having swallowed that half-baked rabbit leg, this lucky sword cultivator at least filled his stomach.
The other Swordsman, not far from him, was not so lucky. He hasn't eaten well for two days.
He already had a faint feeling of stomach pain, he struggled for a long time, and finally took out the only spiritual medicine left in his arms, stuffed it into his mouth, and barely moistened his mouth with smoke. Change the medicine pill, let the fragrance of the pill temporarily dispel hunger.
However, he didn't know what he should do next, the order to retreat has not come, and sticking here is obviously a dead end.
"What should I do?" He didn't dare to turn his back on the sect, because the power of the Sword God Sect was beyond doubt. Chasing down a poor cultivator like him is simply too easy.
But he didn't intend to die here, because there is hope in life, and nothing in death.
Waiting for the fragrance of the pills to disappeared without a trace in his mouth, the poor cultivator finally waited for a change on the battlefield -- just, he didn't want to see such a change.
A shell suddenly fell, hitting a small high ground not far from him. There are dozens of his same sects stationed there, but now he's glad you lose something rather than I lose everything.
Fortunately...it hit the high ground over there, if it hit him, he would be extremely unlucky.
Sure enough, before his mental activity was over, more shells fell like raindrops.
"Huh!" He grinned, seeing the thick smoke billowing in the distance, and he didn't know whether it was "taking pleasure in other people's misfortune" or a numb sound.
The earth shook and the mountain quivered, and there were stone chips and shock waves like knife blades everywhere. The stumps and broken arms flying horizontally were interspersed, and fragments of trees that should have grown densely on the top of the mountain could be seen.
The place that was calm like a lake just now is now violent like hell. The Swordsman, who had been active in intercepting incoming shells, were now accustomed to letting go of those deadly falls.
Because those falling objects, in their view, are endless. Their precious Spiritual Qi, and the Flying Sword that looked like life, were exhausted in another collision and broke into powder, and that kind of flying weapon, when the opponent threw it away, seemed like garbage without money.
This is simply not a peer-to-peer fight, the opponent is obviously using these weapons to drain their battle strength.
When they are battled and exhausted, and their battle strength is running out, the opponent will attack and throw into those sturdy war chariots like tortoises, eroding their positions little by little.
The entire war situation, as long as it is not blind, can already be seen that it is developing in a direction that is not favorable for them.
Before, when he had just arrived at the front line, Sword Peak where they were located, those high-spirited and vigorous same sects, were still attacking an unknown small mountain village.
But later, they were ordered to retreat back to the edge of a jungle when they were faced with an unsightly wheat field.
A little later, they were ordered to retreat, to the back of the jungle... Yesterday, they just retreated here, and reluctantly built a ridiculous, weird Defensive Array here.
They also imitated the appearance of those enemies, connected the craters and dug a long big hole. Such large pits can reduce the probability of being hit by enemy weapons, allowing them to save their lives.
In the past, facing the enemy densely packed hiding the sky and covering the earth's arrows, facing the enemy army like the ocean, they strolled in the courtyard, chatting and laughing, let the turrets scattered ashes and dispersed smoke - where has there ever been a time when you retreated so embarrassedly today?
Just as he was reminiscing about the glorious past in his mind, the artillery fire that covered the hilltop suddenly extended to where he was.
A cannonball exploded not far from his side, with a huge blast of air and a deafening sound, pulling the poor Swordsman back to reality.
He hugged his head decisively and retracted to the bottom of the crater, waiting obediently and honestly, waiting for his final moment.
Unfortunately, the cannonball did not directly hit the crater where he was, but crossed the crater and extended into the distance.
The air smelled of dust swept up by the explosion, along with some burnt odor.
Swordsman, who was curled up in a ball, didn't bother to pat the dust on his body, and stuck his head out of the crater. When his vision was restored, and the dust in front of his eyes gradually subsided, the shelling had stopped. .
At this time, the Swordsman discovered that next to the crater where he was, another crater had been filled in half by the huge crater blown by the new shell.
Now, the new crater is still bubbling with heat, and in the just-buried crater, the exposed palm of the buried corpse is still holding a fleshy rabbit leg bone.
"Zhang Hao! Zhang Hao Senior Brother!" Swordsman, who was lucky enough to survive, cried, rolled over and rolled into the half-collapsed crater. While digging with his hands, he shouted loudly.
Unfortunately, no one responded to his cry. He digs and stops because the soil in his hands has become sticky and red's blood has soaked out of the soil.
Everything seems to have returned to calm, but in the midst of the calm, the flanks of this position, the densely packed puppet robot troops, climbed over their trenches, armed with weapons, along with lights up. The M4 tank with the magic defense barrier took its steps calmly.
(end of this chapter)