Chapter 1440
My Empire Chapter 1440
2021-03-14
Chapter 1440 1442 ExtortionIn front of Seventh Elder, the situation on the battlefield is almost one-sided, God Sword God Some of the Swordsman of the Sect are on their knees, and some are retreating into the city desperately.
And in a few gaps in the city wall, the soldiers of the Sword God Sect are desperately resisting the attack of the soldiers of the Alanhill Empire.
Fierce fighting broke out everywhere, and the ground was littered with the bodies of Sword God Sect soldiers. The Type 99 main battle tank ran over the corpses and had advanced to a place close to the city wall.
"bang!" Just when Seventh Elder was in a daze, a cannonball landed right in front of Seventh Elder, and the loud explosion brought Seventh Elder back to reality, and he shrank. He glanced at his neck, and suddenly realized that he hadn't done this kind of action for many years.
For hundreds of years, who could make him shrink his neck? After Seventh Elder reacted, he suddenly wanted to vent.
He unleashed Spiritual Qi in his body and was about to jump off the city gate to kill, but when he was about to do it, a blast of energy suddenly shone on the battlefield.
It was the expert of the Alanhill Empire who was using magic, and the huge energy suddenly destroyed the defense line of the Sword God Sect for a period of time.
A dark ravine was left on the ground, and after the light dissipated, there was still a faint steam of heat.
Seventh Elder felt a sense of despair welling up inside him. He knew that the other party also had experts, but knowing it was one thing, seeing it with his own eyes was another.
To join the fight rashly will only expose him. The Third Elder's death made him more cautious.
He didn't know the experts who killed Third Elder, or if those experts were in the vicinity. He also doesn't know if he will attract the siege of those experts if he exposes himself.
In this case, Seventh Elder gave up the idea of venting his anger, and instead looked towards the lecturer beside him: "Send the Swordsman in the city! Find a way to take the lost place. Come back! You were beaten up like this in less than two hours, don't you think it's ashamed?"
The lecturer bowed his head and agreed, "Follow your orders! Disciple will send orders! ”
At this moment, there are more than 10,000 Sword God Sect Disciples in Holy Sect City who can participate in the battle, and they are also one of the few reserve teams in the hands of Seventh Elder.
"Let those who are wounded stay idle! Those who are lightly wounded will return to the battle!" Then, Seventh Elder thought of the wounded in the city and added.
This was originally the place where the Sword God Sect used to place the wounded, and now the most numerous Sword God Sect Disciples are those who were wounded.
"You send someone to investigate! Anyone with minor injuries that can move, and those who have had their wounds bandaged and treated is no big deal, gather them up for me, fight! Go fight!" He walked down the city head, while continuing to speak.
The lecturer behind him bowed his head slightly, and continued to promise: "Yes! Disciple will send someone to do it!"
He now also wants to understand, regardless of Seventh Elder Whatever is arranged, he can execute it according to it. When things are done, he can be considered a bit of credit. If he fails, then he is also instructed to act, at least not responsible for the failure.
So, after walking down the city, he beckoned to several Disciples, and arranged several orders from Seventh Elder.
Finally, he saw the Disciple he liked the most, and he arranged: "You go and do the work of letting the slightly injured Disciple continue to participate in the war."
"Master, Disciple does not I understand too well, is this a minor injury... as determined by what sector?" The Disciple humbly asked for advice.
The old lecturer sneered and pointed: "Whatever is given to Spirit Stone, Magical Artifact, or treasure...is serious injury! In turn, arrange for them to participate in the war! Make some credentials and send them to Those who are acquainted and have no credentials, they will all be arrested and sent to the front line to recharge!"
"Disciple understands! Disciple will do it!" The Disciple suddenly realized, and then cup one fist in the other Hand bowed his head and said: "Disciple will give everything you get to the Master!"
"sensible." The old lecturer raised the corner of his mouth proudly and patted the proud Disciple's shoulder: "You stay. 10%."
"Thank you, Master!" The Disciple bowed his head again and thanked him with a pious expression. He knew that his Master at this time had left him a real chance to make a fortune!
After receiving the order, he turned around and went to find his cronies. Being able to get a middle position in the Sword God Sect, this Disciple is naturally not a loner. He also has a group of minions behind him, and a group of errands who help with errands.
So, a chaos kicked off inside the Holy Sect city. While the battle outside the city was still in full swing, the Heavenly Sword God Sect disciples in the city started a robbery. carnival.
"I'm really seriously injured..." A Disciple with gauze wrapped around his head held the Spirit Stone in his hand, the banknotes issued by the Sword God Sect, and a Magical Artifact, Pushed into the arms of the same sect that he knew.
The other party half pushed those things into the bag he was carrying, and then handed a certificate stamped with the lecturer's seal to the slightly injured Disciple: "Take this, we have it. , you're safe!"
"many thanks Senior Brother! many thanks Senior Brother!" Disciple who got the ticket quickly thanked, then took out a few Spirit Stones from his arms and handed them to him The other party said: "This is Junior Brother honoring you! Don't refuse, don't refuse..."
"Then...then Senior Brother laughed." The other party looked at Junior Brother who was "on the road", The smile on his face grew stronger.
Next door, a seriously wounded man who was almost covered with bandages was lying on the door panel, and the flustered and exasperated pointed at the person who came in and scolded: "I'm so hurt, you actually say I'm a Minor injuries? Lao Tzu's Magical Artifact Spirit Stones are all used up on the battlefield, how can there be any extra bribes for you? You actually want to send Lao Tzu back to the front line to die? Lao Tzu wants to sue the Master! Lao Tzu wants to sue the elders! Let you guys You bastard..."
His shouting stopped abruptly, because a few same sects who entered the room were afraid that the wounded person would really make a big difference, so they started directly, and as a result, this one was gone. What a casualty of battle strength.
"Stubborn, fail to appreciate somebody's kindness." Looking at the corpse that could no longer curse, Swordsman's hands had no guilt on his face, just snorted coldly and spat on The corpse turned and left.
Similar things were constantly being staged in Holy Sect City, and the army of wounded who had been pieced together was soon sent out of the city.
With the "reinforcement" of these wounded, the commander looked at these cannon fodders with almost no battle strength didn't know whether to cry or laugh -- he really didn't want these burdens, but There is no way to do this.
(end of this chapter)