Chapter 1442： blackmail

In front of the Seventh Elder, the battlefield was almost one-sided. The swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword God Sect were kneeling and throwing at them, and some were retreating into the city desperately.

At several gaps in the city wall, the soldiers of the Heavenly Sword God Sect are desperately resisting the attack of the soldiers of the Ailan Hill Empire.

Fierce fighting broke out in all places, and the corpses of Heavenly Sword Shenzong soldiers lay on the ground. The Type 99 main battle tank ran over these corpses and had already advanced close to the city wall.

"Boom!" Just when the seventh elder was in a daze, a cannonball fell not far in front of the seventh elder, and the loud noise of the explosion pulled the seventh elder back to reality. He shrank his neck and then suddenly realized By the time, I didn't seem to have done such an action for many years.

For hundreds of years, who can scare him to shrink his neck? After the Seventh Elder reacted, he suddenly wanted to vent.

He released the aura in his body, ready to jump off the top of the city to kill, but when he was about to take action, an energy shock suddenly shined on the battlefield.

It was the master of the Ailan Hill Empire using magic, and the huge energy suddenly destroyed a section of the Heavenly Sword Shenzong's defense line.

A dark gully was left on the ground, and after the light dissipated, it was still vaguely steaming with heat.

The seventh elder felt a sense of despair in his body. He knows that the other party also has a master, but knowing it is one thing, seeing it with his own eyes is another.

Rushing to join the battle will only let him expose himself. The death of the three elders made him more cautious.

He didn't know the master who killed the three elders, or whether those masters were nearby. He didn't know if he exposed himself, he would attract the siege of those masters.

In this case, the Seventh Elder dispelled the idea of ​​venting his anger, and turned to the lecturer beside him: "Send the swordsmen in the city! Find a way to take back the lost place! These are only two. Don’t you feel ashamed to be beaten like this when the hour is not up?"

The lecturer bowed his head and promised: "Yes! The disciple will send the order!"

At this moment, there are still more than 10,000 disciples of the Heavenly Sword God Sect who can participate in the battle in Shengjiao City, and they are also one of the few reserve teams in the hands of the Seven Elders.

"Let those who were injured don't be idle! Give me the minor injuries again!" Then, the Seventh Elder thought of the wounded in the city and added.

This was originally the place where the Heavenly Sword God Sect used to place the wounded, and now the most wounded disciples of the Heavenly Sword God Sect.

"You send someone to investigate! Anything that is lightly injured, can be acted on, and the wound has been bandaged and treated without any major problems, gather it for me, fight! Go to fight!" He continued to say as he walked down the city.

The lecturer behind him bowed his head slightly, and continued to promise: "Yes! My disciple will send someone to do it!"

He also wanted to understand now, no matter what the Seventh Elder arranged, he could just follow it. When the matter was completed, he was considered a bit of credit. If he failed, then he was also ordered to act, at least not responsible for the failure.

So, after walking down the city, he beckoned to a few of the disciples, and arranged a few orders from the Seventh Elder.

Finally, he saw his favorite disciple, opened his mouth and arranged: "You personally go and let the lightly injured disciple continue to participate in the war."

"Master, the disciple doesn't quite understand, is this a minor injury...how to define it?" The disciple humbly asked for advice.

The old lecturer sneered, and pointed out: "Anything that gives spirit stones, magical tools, or treasures... is seriously injured! On the contrary, arrange for them to participate in the war! Make some evidence and send it to those who have knowledge, and those who have no evidence. , Just grab them all and send them to the front line to recharge!"

"The disciple understands! The disciple is going to do it!" The disciple suddenly realized, then clasped his fist and lowered his head: "The disciple will give everything you get, and give it to the master!"

"Sensible." The old lecturer proudly raised the corners of his mouth and patted the proud disciple on the shoulder: "You can save 10%."

"Thank you, Master!" The disciple bowed his head again and thanked him, his expression was pious. He knew that this time his master 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 reach a middle position in the Heavenly Sword God Sect, this disciple is naturally not a lone ranger. He also has a group of people behind him, and a group of errand runners who help with errands.

So, a chaos kicked off inside the Holy Cult City. While the battle outside the city was still in full swing, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword God Sect in the city started a carnival of ingenuity.

"I'm really seriously injured..." A disciple with gauze wrapped around his head, while holding the spirit stone in his hand, the banknotes issued by the Heavenly Sword God Sect, and a magic weapon into the arms of his familiar family Push.

The other party half-pushed those things into the bag they were carrying, and then handed a certificate stamped with the seal of the lecturer to the slightly injured disciple: "Take this, and with it, you are safe!"

"Thank you, brother! Thank you, brother!" The disciple who got the receipt quickly thanked him, and then took out a few spirit stones from his arms and handed them to the other party, "This is your brother's respect! Don't refuse, don't refuse... "

"That...the brother just laughed." The other person looked at the "shangdao" brother, the smile on his face became stronger.

Next door, a severely wounded man almost wrapped in bandages was lying on the door panel, angrily pointing at the person who came in and cursing: "I've been injured like this, you said I was slightly injured? Lao Tzu's magic weapon spirit stone They are all consumed on the battlefield. How can there be any extra bribes? You want to send Lao Tzu back to the front line to die? Lao Tzu is going to sue Master! Lao Tzu is going to sue the elder! Let you bastards..."

His shouting stopped abruptly, because several of the same door walked into the room, fearing that the wounded would really make the matter worse, so they started directly. As a result, the wounded who had lost much combat effectiveness.

"Stubborn, not knowing how to promote." Looking at the corpse that can no longer curse, the swordsman who did it has no guilt on his face, but he snorted coldly, spit on the corpse and turned away. .

Similar things were constantly being staged in Shengjiao City, and the wounded army that was pieced together was quickly sent out of the city.

The team that had been "reinforced" by the wounded, the commander looked at these almost incompetent cannon fodder and couldn't laugh or cry. He really didn't want these burdens, but there was nothing to do about it.