Apocalyptic Dark Age

Yuntu frowned and looked at the slowly approaching western team. Even though there was still a smile on his lips, he was a little anxious in his heart. He frequently turned his head and looked behind him, secretly annoyed that Yunhuang and Yunma had not calmed down the chaos in the camp. You know, in the camp At the first moment of the chaos, he led his troops out to stop Tianzhao, because he was afraid that Tianzhao would jump over the wall and attack the camp first, which would inevitably bring a greater blow to the Huangren camp.

Just when Yuntu was anxious, the sixth shell was finally fired. The frequency of shells every two minutes was not high. Although the speed of the Western Army seemed slow, it was always moving forward. Ten minutes was enough for them to pull in. Seeing that the front line was about to break through the firing angle of the artillery, they ignored the scorching heat of the artillery and tried their best to bombard the increasingly loose formation.

This time, due to the increased distance, nine of the ten shells hit the queue. One of them wiped out half of the thirty-man team in an instant. The team that was intact a second ago was completely destroyed in a second. After that, only half of them were left. The comrades who usually ate, slept and trained together fell to the ground in pieces. The screams of the wounded resounded through the eardrums. The squad leader finally couldn't help it and knelt on the ground and started wailing. He was dead. It's his brother.

Scenes like this are common in the queue. After all, even if the formation of a thousand people disperses, it is impossible to be too loose. This round of shelling caused nearly a hundred casualties. Adding the previous casualties, it has exceeded more than 400 people. This is already half the strength of the brigade, one-twelfth the number of elite warriors.

Finally, some people couldn't stand the war where they could only be beaten but could not fight back. All the corpses and wounded were from the Western Army. It made people think that if the artillery kept bombarding, maybe if they walked to the opposite side, at least half of the troops would be killed. Kill them, and by that time, the remaining people will not be able to defeat the Huangren.

This kind of thought is like a poisonous snake biting everyone's heart. Many people have lost confidence and collapsed in the face of huge pressure. This is what Tianzhao has been worried about. Sure enough, an elite warrior at the center of the team suddenly found his best friend. When half of his body was left, he suddenly threw away the spear in his hand, turned around and rushed behind him.

This was the first person, but not the last one. Then one after another, people threw away their weapons and ran back. The team suddenly paused slightly. Many elite warriors turned sideways and looked at the escaping comrades. Some were angry, some were scolding, and some were angry. Envy, some people are hesitant.

When more than a dozen people escaped, they led more people to follow, and the number of people tripled. When these dozens of people rushed out of the last line, almost half of the people in the line were watching them.

These dozens of deserters didn't think about anything, and there was no time for them to think about anything. There was only one voice in their heads, that if they didn't run away, they would be bombed to death by artillery shells. This thought had filled their entire hearts, and there was no room for anything else. , it is precisely in this way that these elite warriors who have been trained for a long time can run, otherwise the military regulations they usually accept will stop them.

Just as they rushed out of the queue and had no time to breathe, the space in front of them suddenly darkened, bowstrings vibrated, sharp arrows pierced the air, shadows flashed, and each deserter trembled, with more or less a few extra pounds on their bodies. A long arrow.

The power of the metal longbow is extremely powerful. Each sharp arrow is fired within thirty meters. The moment the arrow is hit, the arrow will penetrate from the back, allowing those following behind to see it clearly, and they will all freeze in fear.

A wave of arrows could not kill everyone. Some of the guys following behind knelt on the ground, begging for mercy as a habit. Some turned around and wanted to return to the queue, but the second wave of arrows came without mercy, and the one with an arrow in his chest , who was shot with an arrow in the back, and killed all the cowards who escaped.

The messy arrow rain was like trees growing on the ground, growing on corpses, growing on the wailing and crying deserters. At this time, the queue moved again, they got what they wanted, move forward, there is a possibility of death, turn around, one percent Baihui will die.

The skirmishers who shot their bows and arrows still moved forward at a slow and easy pace, retracting the long arrows stuck on the ground and corpses, shaking off the blood, and reinserting them into their quivers. They ignored the injured deserters and let their blood bleed. Bleed away and die.

After the queue moved forward past the desperate deserters, with a rumble, more than a hundred bed crossbows on wheels were pushed from behind. The slaves pushing the bed crossbows looked at the corpses and wounded on the ground in horror, but Not daring to stop, the wheels of the bed crossbow were still rolling over the bodies, and they followed the team in front.

When Tianzhao led the team only 300 meters away from the opposite side, the cannon was still firing, only bombarding the middle and rear of the queue. From time to time, crossbows were blown to pieces by the cannonballs, killing and injuring the surrounding slaves heavily. At this time, the last of the queue Fang's Storm Legion became the ignored spectators. Huangren didn't pay attention, nor did Tianzhao and Hongshi. Only two representatives, Jin Neng and Bai Hu, were still beating the drums.

Suddenly, one of the Huangren's artillery exploded, and hundreds of metal fragments swept across the Huangren seventy or eighty meters around. More than a dozen Huangren didn't even have a chance to scream, so they fell in a pool of blood. The exploded artillery here also affected other artillery. The firing speed stopped instantly, and other artillerymen no longer dared to load. They knew that if they continued, the artillery would definitely explode.

The moment the artillery stopped firing, the Huangren moved. The two teams on the left and right, each with two thousand men, moved together and separated with a crash, revealing densely packed crossbows pushed out from behind. The number of these crossbows was more than that of the Western Army. Likewise, It was equipped with wheels and was condescending, enough to pose a huge threat. The moment the bed crossbow appeared, countless tribal warriors despaired.

A war that can only be beaten but cannot fight back is a losing war. It has paid a huge price. After finally advancing here, only the last line is missing, but it is discovered that the deserted people have more powerful long-range weapons. Even the Sky Claw feels a little regretful. Despite being so rash, only Hongshi remained calm.

Hundreds of ready-to-go crossbows have replaced the artillery, and are about to fire a salvo at the Western Army. As long as the Western Army rushes forward another hundred meters, at this moment, a large buoy turns into a monster in the eyes of the deserters. The car suddenly rushed forward from behind. This huge floating car was equipped with an armor plate that looked like a tortoise shell. Two machine guns were placed on the roof of the car. This was the trump card of the Storm Legion.

Hongshi did not want the Storm Legion to interfere in the battle belonging to the Skyclaw army, but he did not refuse long-range support. Xian Zhao was angry and would not show his temper on the battlefield. The huge floats were like monsters, lined up at the front of the battlefield, two The machine guns each drew a curve and aimed at the deserter. At this time, no deserter could recognize what it was, including the cloud map in the center of the deserter.

The time for the artillery to cool down was about to come. Yuntu kept looking at the artillery position, expecting the artillery to roar again. In his eyes, no matter what kind of monster the float was, as long as the artillery concentrated on it, it would be blown into pieces, but the machine gun sprayed ten times. At the moment when the flames grew, all his plans came to nothing. This time it was Huang Ren's turn and he could only be beaten without being able to fight back.