A remnant of the army was defeated.

Strictly speaking, it was a team of refugees, twenty or so scattered mechanized infantry, escorting a group of men, women, and children in disheveled clothes, swarming towards this side.

Although these people were panicked, it could be seen that they were all people of great status, and most of them were dressed in fashion.

This can be seen everywhere in the midst of war.

Zhang Tianjiu and Xiao Taohong were not surprised by this, Zhang Tianjiu swallowed the last bite of compressed biscuits, and reached out to grab an energy gun not far away. This small-caliber energy rifle is the standard equipment of mechanized armored infantry. At present, Zhang Jiuye is unarmed, and he can only rely on this to defend himself, although the power of this standard energy rifle is very average, and it is always better than nothing.

A group of people turned the mound.

"If you don't go, you can't go, you're tired, let's rest here for a while......"

A girl screamed, and then sat down, ignoring the bloody corpses on the floor. It looks like I'm really tired.

The girl's movements immediately resonated, and a large group of people fell to the ground, wheezing and gasping.

The twenty or so mechanized armored infantry still maintained a certain vigilance, quickly dispersed around the perimeter, established a simple defensive position, and sent a guard post, which can be regarded as well-trained.

Zhang Tianjiu could only smile bitterly and shake his head.

In this way, the twenty or so tired armored infantry, without any heavy weapons, let alone mecha guards, can be described as extremely weak in combat effectiveness, and an entry-level beginner spirit boy can easily clean them all up.

"Platoon commander, there's a panting ......"

A soldier spotted Zhang Tianjiu, who was recuperating with his eyes closed, and kicked him when he came up.

"Hey, which troop?"

The military uniform this man was wearing was a bit strange, and he couldn't even identify his unit number, and he couldn't effectively check his identity information when he scanned it with the microcomputer he carried with him.

Zhang Tianjiu opened his eyes and glanced at him, smiled innocently, and said, "Sergeant of the Special Operations Battalion of the 27th Division, Zhang Tianjiu." ”

But without hesitation, he withstood his own shortcomings more than 300 years ago. As for whether Zhang Tianjiu in this time and space is dead or alive, where is it now, Zhang Jiuye doesn't care at all. Who can say anything about time and space travel?

Maybe in this time and space, there is no such person as Zhang Tianjiu at all?

Zhang Jiuye didn't plan to deal with them, but after thinking about it, he still used this identity fraudulently, after all, in modern society, everyone needs an identity, and they can't jump out of thin air, right?

"Boy, hurt?"

The platoon commander asked.

This platoon commander, about twenty years old, was tall, with a proud demeanor, and looked at Zhang Tianjiu condescendingly.

I don't blame him for this attitude.

On this plane, the Vesy Empire is an established empire that enforces a strict caste system. Zhang Tianjiu was a native of the Changnan tribe, belonging to the fourth caste in the Weixi Empire, and was a solid inferior person, only one level higher than the untouchables.

An inferior caste like Zhang Tianjiu, who has a slim future in the army, is just cannon fodder. No matter how capable and talented he is, he will be promoted to the rank of major at most, and he will not be able to serve as a commander. Under his command, if there were soldiers of a higher caste than him, they would never obey his orders.

It is an absolutely intolerable shame to let a superior person accept the command of an inferior person.

The platoon commander's appearance showed that he was a Sher of the second caste.

The Sher people are considered nobles, and if this person can escape with his life, his ascension is just around the corner. It has long been his habit to be arrogant in front of inferior people.

"If you're not hurt, get up and fight, don't lie there and pretend to be dead!"

Without waiting for Zhang Tianjiu to reply, the Scheer people directly drank the order, and the tone was categorical, there is no doubt about it.

In fact, Scheer didn't care if Zhang Tianjiu was injured or not, as long as he could still catch his breath, he had to fight. Dying in battle to defend the superior is the "vocation" of the inferior!

Zhang Tianjiu smiled, didn't bother to pay attention to him, closed his eyelids again, closed his eyes and recuperated. The demeanor is still simple, but the disdain for the Sher people is also undoubtedly revealed.

"Bastard!"

Sher was furious, picked up the energy gun in his hand, and pointed straight at it, his finger already on the trigger.

This damn inferior, damned ruffian, dares to contradict himself!

The Scheer didn't mind blasting the bastard's huge bald head with a pair of whistle-blowing ears into a rotten watermelon.

Zhang Tianjiu didn't blink his eyelids.

Even if he is abolished, he can only stimulate one thousandth of his ability, and this stupid Sher and the toy gun in his hand can't cause the slightest damage to Zhang Jiuye.

As long as Zhang Jiuye is willing, he can kill all these twenty or so little soldiers in the blink of an eye.

"Beep-"

Suddenly, a shrill siren sounded.

"Enemy attack—"

The guard whistle roared with all its might.

The three figures came straight from the northeast, and the speed was extremely fast.

That's three monks!

The long robe is fluttering, the bun is towering, the flying magic weapon is stepped on, and the snow-bright long sword is in hand, the cold light is shining, and it is full of simplicity. However, these three "worldly masters" with immortal wind bones all had a cruel smile on their faces at this moment, turning a blind eye to the simple defensive formation formed by more than twenty armored infantry.

"One mid-level spirit child, two beginner-level spirit children. ”

Little Peach's voice sounded in Zhang Tianjiu's mind.

"The inheritance of Cuimei Mountain in Nan'an, the characteristics of this inheritance are ......"

"Got it. ”

Zhang Tianjiu lazily interrupted Xiao Taohong's chattering introduction. When it comes to understanding the various schools of cultivation, no one is more proficient than him. He is a "cultivator".

"Although it's not a high-level spirit child, but you are now injured like this bird, you are weak, and you don't even have the simplest semi-armor, and the whole pink baby, it is definitely not a good way to fight hard. So, I suggest you play dead!"

Little Pink whispered.

"Great idea, I'm for it!"

Zhang Tianjiu suddenly smiled.

Xiao Taohong is worthy of being his confidant, and her understanding of him has gone deep into her bones.

"These lewd thieves in Cuimeishan are only interested in women, and as long as you pretend to be dead, you will be very safe. ”

"Trust me, you can't go wrong. ”

Little Peach's tone was very sincere.

"Your sister ......"

Over there, the energy gun was already roaring like a bean.

Everyone was shooting desperately, but their faces were full of despair.

Everyone knows that this is a mortal game!

Twenty infantrymen, less than two reinforced squads, without any heavy weapons, not even a single energy machine gun, with a few broken rifles, plus a group of rabbble civilians in the hands of a mess of pistols and rifles, even the most basic beginner spirit boy could not deal with it, let alone three monks came from the opposite side, one of whom was still a mid-level spirit child.

Every minute is a second!

But everyone is still shooting with all their might.

The war between the world of cultivation and the world of science and technology has no such thing as compromise. Because the cultivation civilization does not regard the scientific and technological civilization as an equivalent civilization at all, in the eyes of the monks, all those who do not know how to cultivate are ants.

What is there to talk about with ants?

Even if the ants surrender, they will only be enslaved and crushed to death in the Xiuzhen world.

There are no human rights, not even the most basic right to life.

And the monk of Cuimeishan in Nan'an Kingdom, who attacked Nolei Star, also has an extremely panicked "hobby" - I don't know if it is the relationship between the cultivation of the exercises or the difference in race, the monk of Cuimeishan is particularly lustful!

All ordinary human girls, as long as they are pretty, will be taken captive by them as "furnaces" and wantonly ruined. When the waste is finished, it is as casual as throwing away a piece of paper as if it were wasted.

Unfortunately, among this group of civilians, there are really a few good-looking young girls.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that this small group of "refugees" attracted the attention of the three low-ranking monks, and they took advantage of their isolation and annihilation!

Those beautiful girls, aren't they in the bag?

Knowing that they would die, everyone is trying their best to resist.

But to no avail.

The energy bullets fired from the standard rifles only caused ripples like water ripples in front of the three monks. The so-called energy bullet, to put it bluntly, is to gather natural energy together and burst out with super power, which is completely different from the ancient metal bullet.

It's fast and powerful.

For the monk, however, the energy bomb was far less terrifying.

Their understanding and use of natural energy is many notches higher than that of humans in the technological world. Even a beginner-level spirit child and a middle-level spirit child who had just stepped into the threshold of cultivation could easily block the energy bullets fired by the energy rifle from the shield.

Moreover, this group of armored infantry and a rabble of civilians, obviously inexperienced, fired indiscriminately and scattered fire. If dozens of people concentrated their firepower to attack a beginner-level spirit child, there was still a good chance of injuring the opponent.

However, there are no heavy weapons, not even energy machine guns, and when facing a mid-level spirit child, they have such a little firepower, and any tactics are scum.

The middle-level spirit boy in the center turned hideous.

"Mole ants!"

With a cold snort, his arm was raised, and the long sword in his hand flew up, like a long rainbow passing through the sky, cutting a beautiful arc in the air.

"Click!"

An armored infantryman in the front position, a blood line flashed on his neck, and then his head fell, blood burst out from his neck, and the headless corpse fell down like a broken sack.

The mid-level spirit boy pointed at his hand, and the flying sword slashed another armored infantry diagonally in two. The armored vest on the infantryman's body only slightly delayed the speed of the flying sword, and finally the armor was cut off.

At the same time, the two beginner-level spirit children also went on a killing spree, sacrificing the flying sword and flying ring in their hands, like chopping melons and vegetables, and more than ten armored infantry were easily killed in a moment.

Like a ghost, it is beyond the reach of human beings.

"Run—"

The ranks of civilians collapsed first, and I don't know who shouted, and immediately more than half of them dropped their guns and fled in all directions.

In the face of such a one-sided slaughter, it is easy to break down the spirit.

More people rushed to flee for their lives.

The already weak firepower suddenly became extremely sparse, and basically it could not cause any damage to the three monks.