Apocalyptic Dark Age

Not only Hongshi heard it, but all the warriors and slaves also heard it. The disappearing confidence returned to their hearts. The heavy and trembling drum beat contained indescribable magic. The so-called existence before the warriors' hearts collided and exploded. The storm of the soul.

The storm came so suddenly that they were not prepared for the baptism of their souls. This baptism from their souls allowed them to recall their own efforts to survive, for the reputation of the warriors, and for the tribe's sake amidst the heavy drumbeats. Tranquility, the moment when an ordinary attendant expected to become a warrior, and also the excitement of the former wilderness man recalling the moment when he became a warrior of the wilderness from a former soldier.

Regardless of whether they are tribesmen or deserters, they are all immersed in their bones with the unique wild heroism of the wilderness, the pride of seeing through life and death, the unyielding fighting spirit from the depths of their souls, and the blood of their ancestors. At this moment, they return to their bodies, and they seem to have crossed over. Time and space return to the aloofness of our ancestors fighting against heaven and earth in the barren wilderness with their unyielding will for survival and reproduction.

The vibrating sound of the heavy drum beat was getting closer and closer. The heartbeats of thousands of people couldn't help but match the drum beat that had never appeared before. Their souls also became pure. There was no more doubt, fear, anxiety, tension, and depression. There was only a wave of The fire in their hearts was burning, burning their blood and souls, stirring up their fighting spirit and stimulating their potential strength.

The rumble of drums slowly spread from the end of the queue to the front. The getting closer and closer allowed them to see the initiator of courage. Two small floats passed by on both sides of the queue, one on the left and the other on the right. There is a big drum placed on each car. The big drum is two meters high, with a fine steel frame and a black leather surface. Two bare-backed men are waving huge drumsticks and beating the drums heavily on the drums, loud and long.

Every time the drumsticks fell, it was as if the earth was shaking. The huge drumsticks were like two sledgehammers. Every time they were swung, they exploded with great force. Only Jin Neng and Bai Hu were strong. Only the Jialuo can do it with ease.

When the two floats arrived in front of the formation, the drumbeats suddenly changed, and the speed of the two drumsticks instantly accelerated several times. Before, you could still see the intervals between the drumsticks waving again and again. Now there is only a dazzling line. The tops of the two people's heads and the drum surface are connected together, like floating shadows.

This is when all the drumbeats merge into one, as if there are countless big drums beating at the same time, and the speed of people's blood rushes to the limit. They are just a hair away from rushing out of their heads and exploding their souls. The deserted people on the opposite side also listen. By the sound of drums here, all the noise has dissipated, and it is as quiet as a ghost land.

"kill!!!!"

An elite warrior with many battles in the queue was like a demonic barrier. He could no longer feel his own existence. His whole body was integrated with the drum beat. When the drum beat was the fiercest, he suddenly burst out uncontrollably and shouted. He pierced the sky with the spear in his hand, as if he wanted to poke a hole in the sky.

"kill!!!!"

Countless warriors roared at the same time, shouting murderous intent that soared into the sky. They immediately suppressed the sound of the drums and shook the queue like thunder and lightning. All the people, including elite warriors, slaves, and storm warriors, all had red cheeks. Staring at his eyes, he opened his mouth and roared. This roar made the behemoth sand camels dragging slings in the queue howl in fear. Ya Lala and the people behind him could not help but be frightened. Even the hunting tigers They couldn't help but want to leave.

"Boom boom boom..."

The loud noises of cannons were heard from Duoduo's exploding white eyes. The loud noises brought back the soul of the desert warriors who were suppressed by the momentum of the western army. Although they were not as devastated as before, they no longer had the fighting spirit. Domineering.

The timing of Yuntu's order to fire the artillery was just right. Just before the army was about to be suppressed to a desperate situation, the artillery firing broke the one-sided suppression, but it also lost its best lethality and deterrence.

The moment the white smoke dissipated at the muzzle, black afterimages flew like lightning to the front of the Tianzhao army. The distance between the two sides was nearly a thousand meters, which was exactly within the range of the artillery. Six of the ten shells were fired. After hitting the grass, the soil was raised more than ten meters high, and the remaining four flew into a neat formation.

A cannonball grazed the edge of the team and hit the ground. The upturned soil and stones were like heavy rain hitting the warriors without causing any harm. A cannonball hit the 100-meter gap between the two thousand-man teams, like a The dying fish jumped vigorously, plowing ravines on the ground, and finally could not move. A little smoke rose, but the other two caused great casualties.

The one with the highest hit rate flew directly into the neat queue, immediately blowing away seven or eight elite warriors, waving out a bloody mess of limbs, and then fell to the ground and brushed against three or five thighs, like an eraser, easily It wiped out the thigh that was touched, and finally rebounded, falling straight onto the chest of an elite warrior, shattering the half-body armor made of fine steel, collapsing the chest, and being deeply embedded in a pool of blood.

The last one fell on Ya La La's head, and the strong and strong upper body was like a broken water bag. It was torn apart with the blood. What disappeared was the upper body of the rider. Then the cannonball fell to the ground and rolled around. , gouging out a huge black concentric circle in the grass.

"Get ready to rush..."

Tianzhao suddenly became anxious. Being beaten and not being able to fight back was the most fatal thing, and morale would drop rapidly. If he didn't find a way to deal with it, he would lose the battle by seven points before it even started.

"Big boss, you can't charge..."

Hong Shi's shout came from behind, causing Tianzhao's raised arm to stiffen immediately. He turned around suddenly and glared at Hong Shi.

"Sir, we are more than 1,400 meters away from the opposite side. If the warriors rush over, they will use up most of their energy. The deserted people are waiting for work. Our formation is loose and the number of people is higher than us. I am afraid we will fail..."

Hongshi looked at Tianzhao calmly and said, ignoring the anxiety and anger in Tianzhao's eyes. He knew better than anyone else that when fighting with cold weapons, what matters is the formation. If the formation does not break up, you will not lose even if you are temporarily frustrated.

"But can they persist until that time..."

Tianzhao did not insist on having his own way. He pointed at the formation that had been bombarded before and asked loudly. The formation hit by solid shells did not suffer heavy casualties. About four or five people died and four or five were injured. They were all disabled and could not stand up and walk again.

In the wilderness, being disabled is a more terrifying thing than death. Death is over once and for all. Even if you close your eyes and the world is turned upside down, it has nothing to do with it. However, being disabled means a lifetime of misery. You will not be able to eat enough or starve to death. You can only become a cripple, so being disabled is far away. More demoralizing than death.

Several wounded soldiers with broken legs were wailing and pulled out of the queue, and were sent to one side for care, waiting for the slaves at the rear to send them down. Some of the wounded were holding their broken legs and wailing, while others were just dragging the elite warriors who pulled them out. Asking for a good time.

Hongshi's eyes were fixed on the cannon that was taking the mop out of the barrel and getting ready to fire again. He gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice:

"We must persist even if we can't. As long as we persist to the other side, we will win. So we must persist. No matter how heavy the casualties are, we must persist. Even if I am killed, I will still persist..."

There is a basis for what Hongshi said. When an army suffers from extreme fear and pressure, once it has the opportunity to have direct contact with the enemy, it will explode with amazing combat effectiveness, because they have to put the fear and pressure they are under It broke out, why after ancient sieges with heavy casualties, the generals would acquiesce in the massacre of the city by the soldiers, just to let them vent their pressure. The reason why the desert camp was violent was because there was no appropriate way to vent the pressure and fear for days.

"Who will command the troops if you are killed?"

Tianzhao saw the opponent's torch crossing a short distance and falling towards the place where the medicine was poured. He couldn't help but lift it up in one breath and almost ordered to retreat.