Apocalyptic Dark Age

Crowds of people surged on the chaotic battlefield. No one could tell the difference between tribal warriors and barren warriors. The bolides streaking across the sky were like brilliant fireworks, exploding on the battlefield and roaring loudly with their teeth bared. If the crowd gathered, it wouldn't matter. Whichever side he hit, he would jump up and cheer loudly, constantly counting the number of enemies killed in his mind. If he landed in the open space next to him, he would curse in the vulgar language unique to the wilderness people.

The attack method of being able to only hit others, but others cannot hit you, allows every warrior who controls the trebuchet to experience unprecedented pleasure. No matter what the outcome of the war is, as long as they can return alive, they will be the heroes who turn the battlefield around.

Gao Feng wiped the sweat from his face and looked at the wildly cheering warriors. An indescribable power was suddenly injected into his heart. At least at this time, his heart was not alone.

Just as he was about to work harder and launch all the fireballs, a shrill and violent roar came from behind him, and dozens of desert warriors emerged from all directions and rushed towards them.

"Stop them." Gao Feng shouted loudly, dropped the thing in his hand, picked up the fang knife and threw it out. The blade rolled and drew a black shadow, and it was stabbed into the ferocious chest of the desolate warrior at the front. He Holding the fang knife that pierced him, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down. More desert warriors rushed past him.

"Don't stop, leave half of the trebuchets to launch..." Gao Feng kicked back the rushing Huya, grabbed the Tusk knife and threw it out again. This time, the handle of the knife hit a Huangren soldier. His front teeth were smashed into pieces, causing him to open his bloody mouth and moan incessantly.

Gao Feng had long expected the return of the Desert warriors. The tribe is the foundation of the Desert warriors. This is not only their residence, but also the storage place of their wealth. In the chaos of war, not everyone is willing to give everything. , in the barren wilderness, even a pile of dry dung that can be ignited is precious, let alone all the materials that can keep them alive burning in the fire.

In order to regain their property, the desert warriors tried their best to launch a counterattack against Gao Feng and others. They were able to block the desert warriors with half of their people at first, but as more and more desert warriors were scattered, they spontaneously Returning to the tribe, the situation at Gaofeng became critical.

The trebuchet cannot be stopped, otherwise the Desolate Man may restore order in the shortest time, which will be disastrous to the tribal warriors. The number of tribal warriors is smaller than the Desolate Man. The only thing that is stronger than the Desolate Man is his personal combat power. Gao Feng clearly knows We know that when the numbers accumulate to a certain level, they can produce qualitative changes. An organized flock can defeat a single fighting wolf.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up..." Gao Feng turned his head and yelled at Hua Ya, who turned around and looked around from time to time. Hua Ya, who hated the iron, picked up the stone fragments and smashed them hard on Hua Ya's butt, causing him to Jumping like a horse and a monkey, Gao Feng's attention was not on Hua Ya's ass. The involuntary twitching was always regarded as the pistol in his trump card, preparing for the moment when the defense line was breached.

A pile of corpses had fallen on the ground. The desert warriors were like crazy lone wolves. They emerged from all unexpected corners and launched counterattacks against the thin defense line. Gao Feng did not rush to the front line. He knew that launching fireballs would disrupt the situation. The desert team is even more significant.

Watching their comrades fall in front of them, no one will be sad, no one will hesitate. They don't know if they will fall next moment. The desert warriors appear endlessly in front of them, swinging their fangs and knives again and again. After cutting off the spears, many warriors had lost their strength, and their bare muscles were covered with wounds, but they still persisted.

Gao Feng rushed out suddenly, sideways dodged a spear that was stabbing him, and threw out the saber secretly clasped in his hand. The cold light flashed by, and a desert warrior who broke through fell down holding his throat. Gao Feng turned the spear upside down, like a spear. It flew through the abdomen of one of the two men. When he pulled out his fang knife, with a hoarse cry, another deserter warrior broke through the obstacle and swung his fang knife to chop at Hua Ya who was pulling the rope. Down.

The tusk knife has a fierce and rough shape and is made from the unicorn of a tusk beast. Each tusk knife is a story of the battle between humans and tusk beasts. What is precious is not the tusk knife itself, but the single kill of a warrior. The ferocious fanged beast proved his merits. The muscles of the sword-wielding warrior were all bulging like stones.

There are no white skulls painted on his body by ordinary deserters in order to intimidate him. He only has one kind of tattoo. The lifelike imprint of a huge fanged beast is engraved on his skin. As he runs, the fanged beast also comes to life. This He is a true warrior who single-handedly kills the fang beast, and only the fang knife in his hand is the real sharp blade in the western wilderness.

Huaya's Ah Da was paying attention to Huaya. When he saw Huaya in danger, he rushed across a distance of ten meters like an explosion. The same fang knife slashed hard at the neck of the Huangren warrior. There was a local sound, Huangya. The fang knife chopped off by the human warrior was like a light bird, grazing Hua Ya's scalp and blocking the long knife behind him in an instant.

"Zizi..." A bright spark rubbed and jumped on the two fang knives. Huoya suddenly picked up his fang knife, turned his hand and slashed towards the calf in front of him, but was kicked away. Jingle to the ground.

The Huangren warrior and Huya Ya Da were wrestling with each other. Huaiya Da was one-third smaller than the Huangren warrior. Under that powerful strange force, although he held on to the blade of the blade, his whole body was facing forward on the sand. Slide back, leaving two deep groove marks.

"Ha..." The desert warrior shook Huaya Ada violently, and swung his fang knife to slash Huaya Ada's blade. The moment the two knives connected, Huaya Ada, a tribal warrior, Da violently twisted the blade and used the force-relieving method to send the huge force to one side, but the desert warrior was more difficult to deal with than he thought. He turned his hand and slashed the knife faster than lightning, and struck at the gap-toothed Ah Da again. The two swords met again. catch.

Suddenly, the gap-toothed Ah Da's pupils suddenly shrank, and the sword of the grinning Desolate warrior hit the gap that had been opened earlier. The cutting-edge fang knife was different from the fang knife that had been circulated for countless years. Sharper and stronger, the collision between the fangs and knives changed in an instant...

The gap-toothed Ah Da let go of the broken fang knife, and slowly fell to the ground while holding his neck that was splattered with blood. He looked at the gap-toothed one who was shouting something with worry. In the past, he saw the chipped and big yellow tooth. The tribal warrior whose face was itchy and whose hands were itchy showed a smile at the last moment. He saw Gao Feng standing next to Hua Ya...

The jagged saber was like a poisonous snake, and it shot towards the tribal warrior. The overturned fang saber blocked the path of the saber, hitting a flashing point of fire. The saber rolled like a lost bird, falling powerlessly. The tribal warrior carried a ferocious look. With a sneer, he rushed towards the peak like a violent storm. The peak turned back and kicked the wailing Huya Ya away, taking the initiative to face the deserter warriors.

The huge blade roared to break the distance between the two, and slid straight down towards Gao Feng's forehead. Gao Feng spun on his heels, stepped aside, and placed his hands against the big hand holding the knife.

The tight muscles were as hard as rocks, and the arms that were thicker than Gao Feng's thighs were like pillars, causing Gao Feng's fingers to slip. The moment he missed, the Huangren warrior reacted with a swift and fierce shoulder thrust. The collision was so hard that Gaofeng only had time to squat down, and the force that seemed like the mountain was collapsing lifted his hair to his back.

The Huangren warriors were also proficient in hand-to-hand combat. Gao Feng's grappling was not as successful as in the past. He volleyed and kicked Gao Feng's crossed arms hard. Gao Feng grunted and scraped the ground like a rolling rat. Out of a deep ravine, he fell six or seven meters away.

Sixty-seven meters is really not a distance to the fierce warriors. In three or two steps, the wilderness warrior arrived in front of the peak. There was still one step away, and the one-meter-eight-meter long fang knife slashed towards the peak. Gaofeng could only roll out. Every time he rolled, his chest would throb like a suffocation. The pistol kept gesticulating towards the deserter warriors as it rolled across the distance.

In close combat, every second may be the difference between life and death. Gao Feng must kill him with one blow, but the pain in his chest prevented him from calmly aiming. He rolled over and over again to avoid the slashes of the fanged sword. The desert warrior He was also irritated. When he saw that the bolide was still being fired, he couldn't help but take a step forward, swinging his fang knife sideways like a golf ball.

The sharp fang knife carved a deep incision on the dry sand, and slashed straight towards Gao Feng. Gao Feng couldn't help but feel his heart tighten, and his finger finally pulled the trigger...

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