Apocalyptic Dark Age

With neat forward stabs, each dagger stabbed into the heart of a deserted man. With another roar, the dagger was retracted, and streaks of blood spattered between the bloody kid and the crowd, dyeing an irregular blood line.

The desolate people in the front row fell down one after another. With a bang, the crowd hit the shield again, but the shield vibrated again. Under the command, the shield bounced the desolate people away again. The short knife followed up and pierced the heart twice in a row. , causing eight hundred people to fall to the ground, with no one left alive, and a small gap was cleared in front of the formation, just when the peak meant that the bloody bastard would be waiting for the next impact.

There was a loud command from the team, and all the blood bastards in the first row took a step forward, and took the initiative to hit the front line of the deserter. Instead, they suppressed the deserter. After a short suppression, the short sword followed up again, and the blood brought out by the knife covered every blood. The cubs were all dyed bright red. Before the corpse fell, the blood cub in the front row suddenly squatted down and used a shield to protect the side of his head. The blood cubs in the back shouted together, took a step forward and jumped onto the shield, using the force to jump into the crowd. middle.

The blood bastards who jumped into the crowd all held steel knives and protected their hearts with shields. At the same time, they twisted their waists and slashed, cutting the unknown deserters into two pieces. The blood bastards who had been hit several times in a row were covered in blood. He stepped back, regained the strength he had expended, replaced his dagger, took his usual weapon, divided it in two from the middle, and walked slowly to both sides.

It seemed slow, but in fact the team did not disperse. They bypassed two rows of neatly stacked corpses and formed a huge three-sided encirclement with the bloody bastards in the second row. What followed was a massacre.

Every blood cub is a master of hand-to-hand combat. They have wolf-like intuition and look for the prey's air strikes and weaknesses. At the same time, they have rough coordination with each other. However, they are extremely keen on fighting coldly and do not use the two men slung behind them. Gen throws a spear and just kills the enemy with the weapon in his hand. ,

It is not that there are no warriors among the deserters. The weapons in their hands have also drank human blood. They used the same outstanding skills to fight back against the blood kid. However, the blood kid seemed to be playing magic. He used his shield to pull it slightly, and his body instantly deflected to the side of the enemy. , easily sending the sword and gun that had been prepared into the opponent's ribs.

I saw three red lines like flames, burning the lives of the old and the weak. Thousands of people were in a mighty team, but the rear did not know that the front was being massacred. It was unspeakable that the front was being pushed by the rear. The shouts also covered up the warning sounds. In a short period of time, half of the desert people fell to the ground and shed blood.

This is a meat grinder-style war. The blood cubs are machines, and the old and weak people are meat. With the deliberate cooperation of the blood bastards, the participating deserters were gathered together. At this time, the blood cubs scattered on both sides jumped over many obstacles. The corpses finally gathered together, and the remaining desolate people, old and weak, saw their forms clearly, and suddenly began to cry. Unknowingly, they were surrounded by blood bastards.

There was no gap, no blind spot. Each blood boy was four or five meters apart, and his hands and feet kept slashing at the deserted people in the middle. When the siege was formed, the previous loud command sounded again, and all the blood boys were thrown away at the same time. The main weapon was a short sword, and the shields were put together one by one. All the bloody brats pushed the shields forward and rushed forward, just like the old and weak of the desolate people hit them before, which in turn accumulated the desolate people.

After being trapped in the backlog, the barbarian used the shield as a cover, and the short sword bit the opponent's heart like a poisonous snake. Layers of the barren man screamed, clutching their chests and falling down. The shields hit the backlog again, and each shield was dyed. Blood, every blood kid is watered with blood. From head to toe, there is no place that is not dripping with blood.

At this time, whether it was Gao Feng or Ye Kui, whether it was Ma Cha or the Huangren warriors who had previously loved to mingle, including all the Huangren who held down their greed and did not dare to move, they were all frightened.

I have never seen such efficient killing, I have never seen such ferocious warriors, and I have never seen such a bloody battlefield. This is not a battlefield, but a slaughterhouse. Those old and weak are not soldiers, but a group of people who only know how to baa. The bleating lamb, the lamb without any horns.

Gao Feng took a breath and woke up first. He had seen more miserable battlefields than this. He had used the corpses of desolate people to pile up a huge gentle slope in Beilong Canyon, and he had also used 800 people to defeat 3,000 desolate people in a dignified manner. Warriors, but he could not forget, were defeated, not annihilated...

"I could kill two hundred of them, but I would die..."

Seeing the last few hundred desolate old and weak people gushing blood and falling on the pile of corpses, Ye Kui said in a dry voice, while Gao Feng looked straight at the man standing on the corpses of thousands of people, his whole body drenched in blood. The blood brats were in a daze. The exchange ratio was a hundred to one. In a killing, only more than thirty blood brats were killed. Their bodies were found by their companions, placed on a shield at human height, and four people carried them.

After the blood cubs returned to the convoy, all the desert warriors who had pushed the carts were so frightened that they backed away. Many of them rolled and crawled, but the blood cubs ignored them. The animal skins of several grain trucks were torn off by the blood cubs. , baskets of food were kicked out of the car, and the bodies of comrades were carefully placed on the car. Only five bodies were placed in each car, as they did not want these bodies to be suppressed.

Gao Feng looked at them blankly. Suddenly, he wanted to rush up and find the commander of the Bloody Zai. He wanted to ask him if he had also traveled through time. Why were their methods so familiar? He had done this before in his previous life. In order not to leave behind the bodies of his subordinates or any wounded, he robbed a motorcade and threw the seven aunts and eight aunts of a high-ranking official on the street...

No one dared to stop the bloody kid, and no one paid attention to the dropped food basket. The convoy set off again, directly entering the camp and disappearing. At this time, many people woke up in fear.

"Food..., food..."

Ma Cha suddenly excitedly pointed at the scattered grain baskets among the corpses. Many of the grain baskets were soaked in blood and dyed a disgusting bright red...

"Only by leading such a team can our life be considered in vain..."

Seeing Ma Cha and his men rummaging for food among the corpses, Ye Kui suddenly said this for some reason.

"How many lives will it take to feed such a team?"

Gao Feng sat on the ground, staring blankly at thousands of corpses. Except for him, no one took a second look at the corpses, as if they thought it was normal. Gao Feng's thinking was confused. Is he being too hypocritical, or is human life really worthless? This is not a tribesman or anyone else, this is a desert man, but none of the desert people around him sighed, and no one said a word.

"What does human life mean? Steal a few more women, give birth to a few more children, and twenty years later..."

Ye Kui said disdainfully that in his eyes, or in the eyes of people of this era, human life is really not worth mentioning, as long as it is not him who dies.