Apocalyptic Dark Age

The peak was sternly awaiting, and the deserters saw a large team of hundreds of people, but their eyes were still filled with fanaticism. After they entered the southern wilderness, they did not encounter even a formal resistance. The tribes often formed formations, and as long as they rushed When someone gets close, someone will collapse. The consequences of one person's collapse will bring about collective collapse, so they have never encountered any decent resistance.

Just like how the Japanese army viewed the national army in a certain era, the barren people also had contempt for the tribesmen. They did not notice at all that the tribe warriors in front of them were different from the resistance they encountered. The opponents did not line up in a straight line. Instead of opening a thin formation, one hundred people were arranged in eight rows to form a huge square array.

The desolate people did not hesitate and continued to rush towards the team. They could see at a glance that these people were less than a thousand at most, and their number was more than three times that of the other party. However, no desolate people thought about how seriously out of touch their team was? Not at all. Think about how far away you are from your companions?

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." When the deserters got close to sixty meters, rows of throwing spears were raised on their shoulders one after another. They only needed to take a few steps to shoot, and they let out crazy roars. They were the best at throwing. The masters can throw the spear into the eyes of their opponents within thirty meters. It is their combat skills that make them invincible against the tribesmen.

"Let..." When Huangren rushed through the fifty-meter cordon, his roar echoed in the ears of hundreds of people.

"Buzz..." The sound of the crossbows being discharged in unison made the air make a loud crackling sound. The cold wind and the sound of the bow strings made the sword and shield hand shrink their necks involuntarily. The next moment, the desolate man who rushed towards them was shocked. It was like hitting an invisible wall and falling down suddenly.

Most people did not see clearly the trajectory of the crossbow arrows. The time was too short and the distance was too short. In just a blink of an eye, the barbarians who were about to throw the crossbow arrows fell to the ground one after another with heart-rending wails.

Dozens of deserters were not that many. The follow-up troops gathered ten times as many in the next moment, but they couldn't help but be stunned when they saw their companions bleeding on the ground. Just then, the sky dimmed slightly, and hundreds of long arrows streaked across it. The sky was like a sharp thorn, stabbing out a shower of blood among the crowd.

Every long arrow passes through the human body. All longbowmen are tribal warriors who have been trained for decades. They have strong bodies and strength. In their hands, the power of the English longbow is released, as if they have been hungry for a long time. The ferocious beast can really hit wherever it refers to?

In the tribe, hundreds of longbowmen can find the one who can shoot accurately, maybe less than 1%. These men who have never touched a longbow in their life can easily stretch the longbow into a full moon, but don't expect them to be able to shoot. Hit anything you aim at.

Therefore, the greatest power is to gather together and shoot in parallel. At least they can shoot in the direction seen by the eyes. If they are thrown or something, it will be a disaster. God knows whether they will shoot to the top of their heads and fall down to insert themselves into their anus?

Three hundred long bows were fired in three consecutive waves. The continuous arrows were like raindrops covering the space between the two sides. The first bowstring sounded, the second bowstring continued to sound, and the third again. Repeatedly In the process, nine hundred long arrows were shot out. In front of everyone's eyes, a jungle full of long arrows stood in front of them.

Fifty percent of the long arrows missed, and all the sharp animal-tooth arrows were drilled into the ground. Many of them collided together to form geometric patterns. But under the jungle, there were miniature hills. The long arrows were like a storm, sweeping the wasteland. People were blown down like straw, and hundreds of desolate people fell like this. It was not even clear how they looked when they died. Only the blood gathered together and flowed windingly towards the lowlands.

In the first fight, no one was injured and more than a hundred were killed. This was a miracle on the battlefield of the wilderness. It made the tribal warriors watching the battle on the mountain feel a little terrified while cheering. When did they become so powerful?

The pole's eyes were extremely bright, like an eight-hundred-watt light bulb, and his heart was beating loudly, almost bursting out of his throat. After Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to standardize the training of the combat team, most of the warriors and slaves were divided into four teams and have been training hard outside. , almost no one can understand, but they are just afraid of Tianzhao, and they have to run in line with dissatisfaction and cooperate with each other.

There were all kinds of passivity and resistance in this process, and Gao Feng suppressed them forcefully. He even punished many people and used a lot of meat as rewards before finally integrating these people together. This is just a rough introduction. The integration has not reached the ideal level.

Even so, the results achieved were enough to stun people. The deserters did not dare to approach at the edge of the arrows. The corpses and blood of more than a hundred comrades cruelly told them that the group of people in front of them were not easy to mess with. If they continued Rush forward, God knows how many more people will die?

A burst of noise resounded through the battlefield, but it was the people who had fled earlier. They had been hiding not far away and watching the battle. When they saw the tribe's small victory, they immediately became arrogant and made loud noises, encouraging the peak team to move forward to fight the deserters. Everyone was stunned, but more people looked at the green leaf money on the tail of the arrow with red eyes, thinking about how to collect the green leaf money all over the ground into their purses.

The noise made Gao Feng frown, and the warriors around him were also dissatisfied. At this time, the team of Huangren did not attack again, but actually began to shrink. The eight hundred people of Gao Feng were between the two mountains. If they retreated, they could advance. The protection system on the top of the mountain was the basis for him to dare to fight head-on, but Huang Ren was not fooled and stopped moving forward, leaving him a little confused? Confrontation is not what he wants.

"One of the people on the other side comes out and speaks..." After the confrontation for almost ten minutes, more deserters gathered, almost two thousand in number, but all of them looked pale and looked like they were about to lose their footing. , Gao Feng saw all this without saying anything, until the strongest warrior came out among the deserted people.

This warrior, like other desert warriors, has white bones and skulls painted on his body, and various colorful and unclear patterns on his skin, but his eyes are the brightest, and the weapons in his hands are also very distinctive. A whole piece of beast's mandible is densely arranged with sharp teeth. The sharpest fangs are half a foot long. It shows how powerful and wild the beast was before death.

The huge mandible is like the scythe of death, giving this man who is not tall and not strong in muscles a different kind of courage from others. When he looks here, there is strong confidence in his eyes, as if All we faced was a bunch of chickens and dogs.

Huo Ya wanted to stand out, just like facing other people from the wilderness tribe, but Gao Feng caught him and pushed him aside. Gao Feng personally stood at the front of the team, and the dark team behind him stood like pines, unable to move. , bringing the strongest support to Gaofeng.

"Ha, is it a brat?" The man saw Gao Feng's cheek and expressed his contempt for the first time. However, after he saw the dense wounds all over Gao Feng's body, he was speechless for a moment.

"If you want to fight, fight..." Gao Feng burst out with a roar at the moment when the man was speechless. The eight hundred soldiers behind him raised their weapons at the same time and roared like a tsunami: "Hoo... drink..."

"Hoo... drink...." More than a thousand people on the two mountains also raised their weapons or fists, tensing their whole bodies and roaring with the airflow from their chests, like a roar like a mountain collapsing and a sea splitting apart, making the desolate people change their colors.

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