Apocalyptic Dark Age

The market, which was supposed to be quiet in the dark night, was in chaos. No one dared to stay where they were. Whether they were cowardly or brave deserters, they were all panicked. They couldn't distinguish the styles of underground tanks and transport vehicles, and they only thought they had been there before. Their suspicions were confirmed, and the underground people broke through the defense line and landed under their noses.

Some tents were lit by fires because their owners were panicking. The burning fires illuminated the desperate and twisted faces of the deserted people. The wails of men, the screams of women, the cries of children, and the roars of livestock made the market feel like the end of the world. Seven people were there every minute and every second. Eight or more than a dozen deserters fled the market in panic and fled towards the Canyon of the Giants. At this time, the movement in the Canyon of the Giants was even greater.

Countless torches were ignited above the Canyon of the Giants. Thousands of burning flames illuminated the cliffs like daylight. The desert warriors made unexplained shouts under the firelight. From time to time, unlucky guys were squeezed out. The cliff screamed and fell hundreds of meters to the ground, smashing into a ball of flesh. The screams intensified the panic of others. Without orders, hundreds of flaming arrows flew out of the cliff like a rain of fire and scattered on the cliff. The ground is like fireworks.

Just when the market was about to collapse and the Canyon of the Giants almost lost control, an unknown convoy suddenly ran out of more than a dozen ferocious riding beasts. The riders lit torches one after another, like a whirlwind of flames, rushing under the watchtower in front of the market.

"I am Kunshan... I am Kunshan of the Quanteng tribe. You cowards, the underground people haven't come yet, but our heroic cavalry has come back..."

The thunderous roar interrupted the panic in the market, and also made the two dizzy drunks completely wake up. Sand Wolf and Jian Fengxiao stared at the cavalry team ten meters away with their eyes wide open, led by none other than Kunshan, who led the team on the expedition in the morning, had dark brown plasma remaining on his face, body, and the beast beneath him. The strong smell of blood could be smelled from a distance.

Kunshan's cavalry team has experienced the baptism of blood and fire. Each of them has traces of the rest of their lives on the battlefield. In their hands, on their backs, and in the animal skin pockets on both sides of the camel beast, the weapons and equipment of the underground people are full. , including standard rifles, 30mm grenade repeaters, disposable micro-missile launchers, heavy machine guns, 20mm machine guns with disassembled bases, etc. Each cavalryman is like a mobile arsenal.

Among the cavalry, Sand Wolf and Jian Fengxiao also saw an acquaintance, a child who had stolen a chocobo to join the army in the morning. The boy who was not yet an adult was also equipped with weapons. The chocobo was replaced by a more ferocious beast with a face. There was black smoke remaining on his upper body, and his naked upper body had seven or eight scars on his muscles that were red. He couldn't feel the pain of the scars. He straightened his back and looked at the two famous barren men on the watchtower with burning eyes. , Sand Wolf and Jian Fengxiao's cheeks were burning, as if they were burned by flames.

Kunshan's shouts silenced the chaotic market, and the alarm horn was blown like crazy. Even though the lit tents were crackling and burning in the flames, the stench of burnt animal skins and black smoke still lingered in the market. spread, but no one used their hands and feet to escape from the market.

The distant convoy was close enough to be seen clearly with the naked eye. Only then did people realize that the huge and slow transport vehicle was advancing surrounded by cavalry. The direction it was heading was not the market or the canyon, but the station where the cavalry left in the morning. .

No one cheered, and no one went to extinguish the spreading flames in the market. They looked blankly at the team returning from the expedition. Many people rubbed their eyes vigorously, then looked and continued to rub, not believing what they saw with their eyes. The stuff is real.

Jian Fengxiao was also one of the people who rubbed his eyes. He was even more disbelieving than Huang Ren. You know how powerful the blood brat who had been given the chance to strengthen was? Everyone has the strength of the Garozhong. With just his hands, he can tear open the protective clothing of the underground soldiers and break the necks of the helmeted soldiers. Even so, thousands of blood bastards were still defeated by the underground army. Think about it. The overwhelming artillery fire, the ubiquitous rain of bullets, the micro missiles scurrying like flies, Jian Feng Xiao still left a psychological shadow, otherwise he would not have escaped to the central wilderness.

The blood bastards are stronger than the underground army in individual combat. They can sneak attacks across the defense line in the dark and achieve more than half of the success rate in ambush logistics convoys. Frontal combat is completely impossible. Even a thousand blood bastards cannot fight in a frontal combat. Win one hundred Underlander soldiers.

Therefore, when the cavalry troops went out to fight, Jian Fengxiao was full of pessimism. The cavalry was considered elite among the desert warriors, but it was incomparable to the blood bastards. Even if it had strong mobile combat capabilities, it was impossible to break through the frontal firepower of the underground army, and The underground man's chariot has more powerful maneuverability and firepower than the cavalry. Once targeted, almost no one can escape, so he will conclude that the cavalry will definitely lose.

Where are the remnants of the defeated army among this mighty and majestic team in front of me? Not to mention the fifteen captured heavy transport vehicles, not to mention the tanks filled with wounded people behind the heavy transport vehicles, not to mention the long queue of prisoners at the end of the team, just that each cavalryman is carrying trophies. It's enough to make people crazy.

Kunshan raised his chin high and looked down at the soulless warriors in the market. The contempt in his eyes was clear. Seeing that the chaotic market had regained its calm, he spat in disdain, pulled the reins and turned around to leave. If not Gao Feng ordered that he would not care whether the market was destroyed or not. In his eyes, the desolate people were more deserving of hatred than the underground people, and the oncoming bullets would never be more dangerous than the daggers stabbed in the back.

"etc……."

The flame that had long been extinguished in Jian Fengxiao's heart was rekindled under Kunshan's disdainful expression. The blood boy can be framed, hated, and cursed, but he cannot be looked down upon. With a shout, Jian Fenghou's feet With a gentle tap, like a light bird, it jumped over a distance of more than twenty meters and landed in front of the cavalry team.

The cavalry roared angrily, and more than a dozen weapons of different calibers were raised in unison. Sword Fengxiao, which had always been unclear, took aim, calming the riding beasts who were in agitation because of the threat. The power shown by Sword Fengxiao made the cavalrymen angry. The beasts were very uneasy, but for the cavalry who had just won a great victory, they were fearless.

"Don't get me wrong, I am willing to join the Quantum tribe. I was once a blood cub and killed twenty underground soldiers. You can use me..."

Blood Zai was once an idol worshiped by Kunshan. As a passionate young man, he once fantasized about abandoning his position as the young patriarch and joining the invincible Blood Zai. When he learned the identity of Jian Fengxiao, he waved his hand to stop the cavalry from being alert. , looking thoughtfully at the flushed Jian Fengxiao.

Jian Fengxiao knew what the other party wanted to see, so he opened his clothes quickly, revealing his marble-hard chest muscles. On his body covered with mottled scars and bullet holes, there was a weird tattoo of a bloody sharp knife right on his heart, which was unique to the blood bastard. As for tattoos, no one would dare to tattoo a bloody blade on their heart, except for the bloody bastard.

Not only Jianfengxiao, but also many strong Deserter warriors ran out of the camp, carrying animal skin backpacks filled with all their belongings, shouting that they were willing to join the Quanteng tribe. The Deserters were not afraid of bloodshed, only fear. They have to accept defeat despite bleeding, and the team that can create miracles and achieve epic victories is their ideal team.

The once powerful blood cub asked to join him, and countless desolate warriors who had watched coldly in the morning also asked to join him. If it were before, Kunshan would have been proudly floating in the clouds, because at this moment, he was the legendary hero, but Kunshan always knew , the person who really should enjoy the status of winner is not him, not the heroic cavalry, but the Western Lion and his powerful Garos. Without them, even if the cavalry dies, it is impossible to touch the clothes of the underground army.

"Be quiet and listen to me..."

Kunshan roared, interrupting the noise again. Looking at the undisciplined Huangren warriors, who were as crowded as a vegetable market, yesterday's evaluation of the Kunteng cavalry by Gao Feng flashed in their hearts. The mob, while despising it, was also thankful in their hearts. Fortunately, they found a strong man like Gao Feng to follow them. Otherwise, the Quantum Cavalry would be as miserable as these lazy desolate warriors.

"As of today, the Quantum tribe no longer exists. We are the Dragonlance Rangers, the Dragonlance Rangers of the Lion of the West. The warriors who want to follow the Lion of the West will report for duty tomorrow morning..."

After saying that, Kunshan gave Jian Fengxiao a look, turned around and led the cavalry squad to join the brigade. Jian Fengxiao felt boundless joy in his heart. He felt like he was reborn, and every muscle in his body was full of vitality. With jumping and light steps, Jian Fengxiao returned to the watchtower, picked up his backpack, and said goodbye to Sand Wolf happily. After receiving the news from Gao Feng, he was not willing to wait for even a second.

"The Western Lion that Kunshan said may not be true. Have you really thought about it?"

Seeing the sword wind howling as if he had changed into a different person, Sand Wolf couldn't help but remind him that the Western Lion is quite famous in the wilderness, but because of this, many fake Western Lions are swindling in various small tribes. If they rush there and seek refuge, , maybe it will make people laugh.

"I have seen the Lion of the West from a distance, but even if it is fake, as long as he can lead us to defeat the underground people, I will believe that he is real..."

Jian Fengxiao did not drag Sand Wolf to seek refuge with him. He knew that Sand Wolf had his own responsibilities. Huang Ren's forthright temperament prevented him from staying any longer. He turned around and sneaked into the darkness to go to the dragon spearmen's station. A powerful warrior like him, Almost every tribal leader would accept it, but he looked down upon those leaders. Now, a leader worthy of his following finally appeared.