Chapter 1391
My Empire Chapter 1391
2021-02-02
Chapter 1391 1393 Learning new knowledgeAs a military representative, Burrison reluctantly left the busy and trivial front-line military affairs , when he walked into the temporary camp where the prisoners were held with a tablet computer in his hand, his heart was a little irritable.
His troops were advancing, and he felt like he was wasting his time by being temporarily assigned to see exactly how these captives who had surrendered were absorbed into the Nine Nether faction.
Step by step through the camp, Burrison finally came to the tent where the captives were being held. He nodded to the black clothed Swordsman of the Nine Nether faction stationed on both sides, then got into the tent and heard a loud noise.
It's like a vegetable market, which makes people feel a little chaotic. The words of the Sword God Sect Swordsman with their hands clasped behind their backs, each minding their own business, can be said to be a mess.
A Swordsman is giving a high-spirited speech there: "You think you have won? You are so naive! When the Sect Master leads the sect master, you and them will be destroyed!"
Looking at the style, it doesn't look like he has been captured, but the whole room is captured by him.
"So, you should release me quickly, so that I can guarantee you a life!" He spoke, chin up. If it hadn't been betrayed by his hands clasped upside down, there would have been a bit of an imposing manner.
Just as he was shouting, Swordsman, the female Swordsman of the Sword God Sect sitting not far away, was helplessly begging Nine Nether to send the Swordsman who was in charge of guarding her: "Can you help me get some treatment first? My shoulder is bleeding, and I can't feel its existence."
Her injury is really not serious, otherwise it would be impossible to stick to it all the way. However, she was so relaxed that she was about to collapse due to the pain.
She looks pale, she can't imagine what she looks like now. Desolation and despair made this female Swordsman's voice become miserable and desperate.
"I don't want to die... I'm still young." She was crying, but she didn't have a hand to wipe it, the hot tears slipped down her cheeks and dripped on her thighs, making her pants wet.
Infected by the emotion of this female Swordsman, another surrendered male Swordsman cried and wiped away his tears, begging like a girl: "Please, don't kill me!"
"No one is going to kill you..." The female Swordsman from the Nine Nether faction sitting beside him was very warm, and comforted the crying male Swordsman very gently, like a big elder sister.
Leaning on that Nine Nether female Swordsman, for some reason, the male Swordsman who surrendered to the Sword God Sect that day cried even more miserably.
"It's not... it's not enough to take advantage, is it?" On the other side, a prisoner of Sword God Sect saw that he couldn't take advantage of the beauty, and he almost forgot his identity as a prisoner. Shouted disdainfully.
It is estimated that if the scene was not too chaotic and noisy, he would have stood up and shouted "Let go of that girl and let me come".
I'm afraid it's not because I caught a bunch of funny X back, right? Looking at the chaos in front of him, Burrisson, who was standing at the door, thought so.
He coughed, then walked to his seat with a sullen face, and sat down unceremoniously.
It wasn't until he took his seat that the Swordsman from Nine Nether kept their mouths shut, and the scene quieted down a little bit.
And the prisoner who was just chatting and seemed to be trying to turn against the Swordsman sent by Nine Nether, also sat back to his position somewhat guilty.
"Go ahead... I think it's quite interesting." Burrisson made a please gesture, and then looked at everyone with a gloomy face.
Of course there will be no fools who continue to talk nonsense at such a time. Isn't it good to live well? So everyone remained silent, waiting for Burrison to continue speaking.
"Introduce myself, my name is Burrisson, and I'm the commander of the nearby Alanhill attack cluster." After introducing himself, he continued: "Congratulations, everyone, on behalf of the Alanhill Empire, welcome everyone Join."
"Join? We didn't say what to join..." A Swordsman from the Sword God Sect was stunned for a moment, then immediately defended.
He just surrendered, but he didn't say he wanted to join the enemy's camp—that's two completely different things. There's a big difference.
"Do you still have the courage to return to the Sword God Sect?" A Swordsman from the Nine Nether faction sneered and asked, "Do you know what will happen after you go back?"
"..." That day, the Sword God Sect prisoner was stunned for a moment, and then, like a deflated ball, he fell back to his position.
Berryson glanced at the prisoner and continued: "I have limited time, so don't interrupt me easily. Please remember this point for the seven of you, and pass it on to other prisoners in the future. ."
"You have to adapt to life in the Alanhill Empire as soon as possible and do the work assigned to you..." Burrisson said, looking towards the Nine Nether beside him and sent Swordsman: "Let them Get into your role as soon as possible...saving time is important, it can save more lives of Sword God Sect personnel."
"I see." The Swordsman from the Nine Nether faction nominated and began introduced : "Everyone, we will let you recover as soon as possible, and then assign you to learn the life skills here. After that, you will teach the subsequent captives how to adapt to the new life."
"Need to learn There are a lot of things, so please be more attentive." As the Swordsman said, he raised his hand and stretched out a finger: "In the first lesson, you must study hard how to fill your stomach. ."
Several puppet robots walked behind the captives and used special keys to unlock the handcuffs that restrained their inner magic.
Whether it is magic or Spiritual Qi, it is essentially a kind of material, so the confinement handcuffs against the magic energy of Alanhill world are also very effective for Swordsman.
The captives of the Sword God Sect who were freed from their restraints suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, at least they didn't have to sit there awkwardly with their hands behind their backs.
The female Swordsman with a shoulder injury began to extend the hand to wipe her tears, while several male Swordsman began to move their wrists.
Afterwards, the lunch boxes were placed in front of everyone by the puppets, and the smell of rice permeated the tent.
The Swordsman of the Sword God Sect, who had been without supplies for many days, suddenly felt a surge of hunger that made them involuntarily swallow their saliva.
At least, for now, the humiliating surrender is not all bad. Several prisoners thought so in unison.
(end of this chapter)