Chapter 1417： Promise not to kill you

"Do you really want to do this?" A female disciple of the Jiuyou School dressed in black looked at the senior sister next to her with some embarrassment, her face blushing.

She felt ashamed of what she was going to do, so she looked at the senior sister aside with embarrassment, hoping that the other party could help her.

Who knows, the amiable senior sister in the past did not help this time, but continued to encourage her: "You go! Anyway, it will be my turn next time...no one can run away!"

"Good sister... please, please help me... I, I dare not!" opened her mouth and brewed for a while, the female swordsman who still felt extremely ashamed, once again gave up struggling, Jiao Begged.

The larger female swordsman whose arm was held by her was also bitter, and she explained: "Good sister...sister...sister can't help you with this favor...sister...sister...sister is also embarrassed."

"Please... this time, you have to help me no matter what!" The female swordsman who was called the younger sister still pleaded bitterly.

The female swordsman who was called the elder sister looked helpless: "Silly sister, I helped you, who will help me..."

Pushing again, the female swordsman who knew she could not push was finally appointed, and picked up the big white trumpet next to her.

Following the appearance of the former soldier of the Ailan Hill Empire, she pressed a red switch on it, and then pointed the big white horn at her mouth.

"..." After being silent for a long time, she finally summoned the courage and shouted loudly: "Opposite...opposite fellow daoists! Put down you, your weapons... Double, hands high, hold high... Go, come out, surrender, surrender! Resistance... resistance has no future!"

The face of the senior sister next to her also turned red, because this little junior sister's somewhat immature and somewhat charming voice was increased countless times by the white magic weapon in front of her, and it echoed over the entire battlefield.

This is really a shameful thing, she really can't imagine how embarrassing she would be if her voice were amplified in this way.

However, she still made a good gesture to the younger sister around her, lowered her voice and encouraged the other party: "Very, very good... Continue, continue to cheer..."

After speaking out this compliment of conscience, she couldn't wait to bury her face in her breast.

And the little junior girl who had broken the jar closed her eyes and decided to carry out this embarrassing thing to the end: "I, I am Jiuyou, a swordsman of the Jiuyou School...surrender! We have...Yes. Food...Yes, there are medicines to heal, heal...surrender, we will not kill the prisoners... the prisoners..."

Her slightly immature, extremely shy voice echoed in the sky above the battlefield, echoing in a bald forest of sick trees.

Leaning behind the trunk of a dead tree, a male swordsman from the Heavenly Sword God Sect poked his head out of his heart.

At this moment, he can hear clearly. There is a very gentle female voice on the opposite side, shouting in a green voice: "As long as you raise the white flag and raise your hands to surrender, we promise to treat the prisoners preferentially and not hurt your lives!"

The voice became smoother and fluent, and the shyness of the past gradually became the tenderness and sweetness of the present.

He was chased all the way to here, and saw many of his fellow disciples who had lost their lives. He didn't want to die so meaninglessly in such an unknown place, so he wanted to go out and raise his hands.

There are many people who have the same idea as him. After all, they have fled here all the way, and the remnants and defeated soldiers who have exhausted their strength really have little will to continue to resist.

"It's the people of the Nine Yous School...they, they are guaranteeing that they will not kill us." A wounded swordsman pushed aside the dead bushes in front of him, and looked at the empty battlefield curiously.

Outside the bald forest where they were hiding, the tanks of the Ailan Hill Empire had already driven up the hillside, and densely packed puppets were also waiting for the order to attack.

With a single order, the puppet army that has almost captured all the outlying positions of Hammerfall can enter this dead forest and kill all the remnants and defeated soldiers inside.

At this time, being able to hear the familiar voice of the Jiuyou Sect was undoubtedly a comfort to the defeated soldiers of the Heavenly Sword God Sect who was about to collapse.

The girl's voice was warm and seemed to melt the cold hearts of many people. The Jiuyou Sect still has some reputation among the grassroots disciples of the Heavenly Sword God Sect. At least the other party will not kill people indiscriminately, this is still guaranteed.

Since the people of the Jiuyou Sect came to persuade them to surrender, 80% of their surrender would not lose their lives-the desperate Heavenly Sword God Sect swordsmen seemed to see the dawn of hope at this moment.

"Anyway, the Sect has abandoned us, let's surrender!" A swordsman finally couldn't help it, and said his thoughts: "If you are willing to stay and fight, just stay, don't stop us from surrendering!"

"Yes! You are willing to die, we are not! Don't stop us from asking for a way to survive!" Another swordsman also stood up and said.

The emotion of surrender is sometimes contagious, or it spreads rapidly under such circumstances.

In the forest, more and more swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword God Sect decided to surrender, and then they returned their flying swords to their scabbards, raised their hands high, and slowly walked to the edge of the forest.

Just when they worried that behind them, their comrades on the main peak of Falling Hammer Mountain would be in trouble because of their surrender, one of them suddenly exclaimed: "Look! Look over there!"

Following his shouts, the remnants of the Heavenly Sword Shenzong who had just walked to the edge of the forest looked back and saw them obliquely behind, a white banner had been erected on the main peak...

"I X..." In the woods, with the defeated soldiers retreated into the woods, the old sword morale who was still negotiating with the main peak defenders just said a dirty word: "This group of bastards, didn't you just let us retreat... …They were fine and surrendered directly?"

He wanted to join forces before, but the one that the other party refused was simply, full of sect orders, and every sentence was determined to fight to the end. What now? Where are their faces? The old swordsman really wanted to ask these bastards: "Where is the **** who just shouted? Stand up for me! I promise not to kill you!"

"Really... Simply." The other swordsman beside the old swordsman was full of admiration and envy: "If we surrender early, we won't be beaten... so miserable..."