Apocalyptic Dark Age

"Do me a favor..."

His hoarse voice was like old tree bark that had lost its moisture. It was extremely difficult to speak every word. When he spoke, his chapped lips cracked like knife edges, revealing little scarlet blood stains. He spoke at an extremely slow speed. Say the following words.

"Help kill me, I don't have the strength to wipe my neck..."

When Gao Feng heard this, he laughed very coldly. He jumped off the green-scaled beast, grabbed the opponent's neck, and pressed his whole body into the middle of the corpse, just in time to make his face and a certain corpse distorted in pain. Faces facing each other.

"Look at them, look at them. They are your tribe, your warriors, and they died for you. When you see them, do you have the face to say this? Do you have the face?"

Gao Feng's angry roar made the Dragon Lancers and Huang Ren look over, while Maple Leaf Xiaohua snarled at Jialuo who was being pinched by Gao Feng. She simply looked down on such a person who would die if he was hit.

Amidst Gao Feng's scolding, Jialuo, who had been weak before, suddenly burst out with great strength, flicked Gao Feng's hand away, knelt on the ground and shouted loudly:

"What can I do? What can I do? If I hadn't insisted on being an enemy of the underground people, they wouldn't have died here. It's me. It's all my fault. I don't even have any hope of revenge. What can you tell me to do? …….”

Gao Feng kicked him down into the pile of corpses while he was screaming and pulling his neck. He pointed at his nose and continued to curse:

"Even if you want to die, you can't die here. The people underground are still alive and well. You can't kill the people in the sky, but you can't kill the people underground. You owe thousands of lives, and there are thousands of underground people waiting for you. I will wait for you to collect debts and wait until you pay off the debts owed by the underground people before you die..."

A thunderbolt flashed through Yue Hai's mind. The man in front of him was right. He couldn't do anything about the fighters in the sky, but what else could he do about the ones on the ground? Before, he had to worry about the livelihood of thousands of tribesmen, so he could only stay here in frustration. Now that the tribe has been destroyed, what else does he have to worry about? With his combat power that is half a step behind the army, can't he still repay this blood debt?

Originally, crossing the sea was just a matter of getting into the horns. I just thought that the underground people would attack from the air and never be defeated. However, I never thought that I didn't need to defeat the underground people. I just needed to kill them as much as possible. As long as he didn't die for a day, he would be able to defeat them. If he keeps killing, one day he will use the lives of thousands of underground people to lay the foundation for his subordinates to be burned alive.

"I am Yue Hai, I am Xianfeng Jialuo. Whoever can help me kill the underground people, I will help him kill him. Whoever stops you from killing the underground people, I will help you kill him..."

Still full of killing intent, Yue Hai was like a cheetah hunting for prey, exuding boundless murderous aura and standing opposite Gao Feng. His eyes that had regained focus were extremely serious. Gao Feng nodded heavily in front of the resurrected Yue Hai.

One half-step soldier, one hundred and thirty-seven wounded, this is the first batch of new subordinates accepted by Gaofeng. These people are almost as alive as dead. Apart from eating and sleeping, their only desire is to seek revenge from the underground people, and Only Gao Feng can satisfy this point. When Gao Feng looked at the wounded who returned to the Crescent Mountain station for rest and treatment from a distance, he knew in his heart that once they took up arms again, they would be a fearless army of death. Nothing could Let them fear, and there is no temptation that can corrode their will to fight. As long as they still have breath, they will move forward bravely until they fall, because they have died long ago, and all that survive are just bodies waiting to fight.

Only armies that can continue to fight after experiencing death and despair are truly terrifying armies. Apart from fighting, they have nothing. Even if they encounter a huge defeat, they will not collapse. Only such armies are at their peak. Most desired.

The saturation air strikes of the underground people caused the death of 80 to 90% of the desert people. Even if the desert people who had never seen an aerial strike escaped the bombing, they could not escape the poisonous smoke and suffocation of the fire, let alone the three consecutive days of fire. , without particularly good luck, there is almost no possibility of survival.

But as long as the surviving desolate people, except for those who were frightened mad by death and fire, the rest were killing machines full of revenge. The attacks of the underground people not only failed to reach them, but instead smashed and forged the bad qualities in their bones. A fighting spirit as hard as steel.

The two thousand two hundred and eighty-seven deserters are the survivors of tens of thousands of deserters soldiers who survived air raids and food shortages. Excluding more than 300 frightened cowards and lunatics, and more than 400 serious The remaining 1,500 disabled and seriously wounded were the Dragonlance recruits. Most of these recruits had burns of varying severity, and many of them had begun to become infected, becoming the second headache after the pregnant women of the wilderness.

Fengfeng, who had collected most of the surviving deserters, not only received the allegiance of Yuehai, but also three scattered Garos and dozens of Garos, which increased the combat power of Fengfeng's Garos to more than 300 people. It also brought a huge burden of casualties to Gaofeng.

The medical team formed only had more than twenty people. Although a lot of medicine and equipment were seized from the underground people, it was not enough to meet the needs of thousands of wounded people. Moreover, it was not ordinary trauma. Most of them were deep burns, and the mildest ones were. For shallow level three, the required drugs and equipment are more than ten times that of the existing ones, and the difference is enough to make Gao Feng's hair turn gray.

In order to prevent the underground people from seeing through the truth about Crescent Mountain, Fengfeng moved most of the population to the hinterland of the mountain. Except for the observation posts and Maple Leaf Flower's reconnaissance team left on the ground, everyone including Fengfeng huddled in the dark underground. The most densely populated area in the hinterland of the mountain The place is a temporary hospital.

Gao Feng walked tiredly to the door of the hospital. His body was covered with old and fresh bloodstains. The bloodstains had dried up and gave off a pungent smell. Gao Feng, who paid attention to personal cleanliness, had no energy to pay attention to these small things and took out a cigarette. I clicked it and spit it out from my mouth after a long time, feeling helpless in my heart.

Countless people behind him screamed and moaned, and the shrill screams lingered in the dark space like ghost cries, impacting people's eardrums. But Gao Feng had long been immune to the terrifying sound of countless screams superimposed. For three days, he stayed there Here, he never leaves, using Thousand Tribulations Silk to operate on the wounded. Even though he has the skills that top surgeons look up to, he still can't stop the wave of death from coming.

Just when the peak draw was halfway through, more than a dozen women came out carrying aluminum buckets. The deposits in these metal buckets, which were supposed to be silver-white shells, were dyed red. Burnt arms, legs and feet were packed in haphazardly. A section of the boss was exposed in the bucket, and blood was flowing on the cut section. The red muscles and white bones, plus the blackened and peeling skin, made people feel sick, but the women carrying the bucket showed no expression. Apparently used to this level of gore.

The stumps that were taken out were only a small part. In the past few days, the women who had done this had not stopped. They kept taking out the amputated stumps from the hospital and sending them to the incinerator for burning. They sent out not only the stumps, but also the stumps. The deserted traitors with tired faces followed closely behind them carrying stretchers. The stretchers were full of corpses with large areas of skin erosion. Many of the corpses still had traces of sewing and patching. Their hands and feet hung limply outside the stretcher, with wounds leaking out. The blood and pus dripped down from the hanging hands and feet to the ground, leaving countless line-like marks on the ground.

Dozens of corpses were accumulated in half a day. The corpses from yesterday and the day before yesterday had been burned to ashes and scattered outside. Gao Feng smoked a cigarette in silence. He didn't know how many corpses and mutilated limbs had to be sent out from the hospital. In order to prevent dragons. The morale of the spearmen is low, and the dragon spearmen have been prohibited from approaching this place. All the debris is done by the deserter traitors. Two deserter traitors have already committed suicide because they couldn't stand this hellish scene. No one knows what will happen next. How many people join it.

After throwing away most of the cigarette butts, Gao Feng felt that his tortured nose was a little better in the smoky smoke. Taking firm steps, he turned around and walked back into the hospital. The so-called hospital was just a few empty warehouses. Closed, one of them houses the operating table and medium-sized equipment unloaded from the medical vehicle, and the other warehouses and passages are used as wards for the wounded.

Stepping on the sticky and slippery blood on the ground, Gao Feng returned to the hospital full of wailing. The four-meter-diameter passage was lined with beds on both sides. Under the dim light at the top, the wounded on the beds were either in a daze with their eyes blank. Either he wiped the three-inch long dagger in his hand nervously, or he huddled up and hid himself in the shadows. ,

More people were still moaning in a coma. Gao Feng walked step by step past the bed at his feet, breathing in the air full of various stinks. The wounded near the outside were all relatively lightly injured. The further in, the more injured they were. The heavier the weight, the more disabled the wounded. Many people not only had their legs amputated, but even their arms were amputated. According to the habits of the wilderness, these people are no longer qualified to live. Even if they recover from their injuries, they will not be able to survive. As a warrior, you can't farm and herd. If you don't want to drag down your family, death is the best choice.

Of course Gao Feng would not do this. The goddess of dawn left behind tens of thousands of tons of food, which will slowly deteriorate if left unattended. Even if these people are raised in vain, it is not a waste, not to mention the wasteland who had previously taken refuge with the underground people. Human traitors serve as hard labor, and they don't have to consume manpower or worry about supplies. Gao Feng is willing to use seriously injured people to establish a positive image for the Dragon Lancers. Even if they are seriously injured and disabled, they don't have to worry about their escape. Gao Feng will provide them with care until they die.

It's a pity that Huangren himself didn't think so. Gao Feng walked to a bed. Several Huangren traitors who were taking care of the wounded knelt on the blood-stained floor and trembled in fear. On the bed next to them, Huangren had his legs amputated. The man has lost all vitality, and the dagger in his hand is inserted into his lower abdomen under the quilt. It can be seen from the countless marks scratched on the wall by the other hand that the deserted man endured severe pain until the last moment. Only when your breath is broken can you die with peace of mind.

The Huangren committed suicide because they lost their legs. This scene happened repeatedly within a few days. Almost every hour, one or several people would commit suicide. However, Gao Feng did not want them to commit suicide, so he asked the Huangren traitors to keep an eye on them. , this is also the reason why the deserters are afraid of traitors.

The sand wolf emerged from behind the peak without making a sound. He was also tired and stared at the deserter traitor kneeling on the ground. Several heavily armed militiamen held rifles and pointed at the traitor kneeling on the ground. When the peak climbed up again, As they moved forward, the traitors let out pitiful wails, and were dragged out by their hair by the sand wolves and the militiamen. Their fate was clear at a glance.

Huang Ren has no good impression of traitors. If it weren't for Gao Feng's pressure, Huang Ren would have already stripped these traitors to ashes. Once Huang Ren finds an opportunity, he will kill them mercilessly. Gao Feng has no idea about this. There is no way to stop it. He doesn't want to lower his prestige among the deserters because of this trivial matter.

Prestige came hard and was lost quickly. Just like the Blood Sea Alliance, it is now inferior to the sand wolf in the hearts of the desert people. Although the sand wolf has the name of wolf, it is not as ferocious as the wolf and can only be reduced to food. Saprolings are known as thieves and cowards among the desert people.

If Gao Feng wants to build the Dragon Lancers into a powerful army, he must establish prestige. Only in this way can he confidently let the Huangren charge at the bullets of the underground people. It is precisely because of his prestige that Gao Feng did not sleep for three days and three nights. , has been here to treat the wounded, so that every desert person can see that he is different from those fat-headed tribal leaders.