Apocalyptic Dark Age

"How many times in total?"

After Gao Feng felt that the vibrations above his head no longer came, he asked Bai Jian beside him. Bai Jian was wearing an exquisite half-length leather armor and had a pretty and plump appearance. She was very heroic, but she had no weapons in her hands, only a cropped picture. Animal skins and black charcoal pens.

"A total of 2,178 times, almost a third of a day..."

Bai Jiu looked at the writing on the animal skin and opened his mouth. After finishing speaking, he looked at Gao Feng eagerly, waiting for praise.

"That's almost it. Their ammunition should be used up, the aperitif has been drunk, and it's time for the main meal, right?"

Gao Feng ignored the pouting white vinegar and said to himself.

Eight hours of continuous bombardment caused problems with two-thirds of the giant trebuchets. The countless desolate slaves pulling the trebuchets were so tired that they could not even stand up, but no one allowed them to rest. Driven by the enemy, they began to assemble into a long team, each of whom was given a sharpened stick, ready for the final attack.

The flames on the top of the mountain slowly extinguished, and the thick smoke formed a thick black fog that curled and swirled, making it difficult to see the specific state of the mountain. Most of the two iconic stone fortresses on the top of the mountain collapsed, with less than a third remaining. The foundation of One is still there, but it has been blackened by the black smoke.

Before the army at the foot of the mountain could approach, a scorching heat wave hit them. It seemed that even the rocks were burned red by the flames. What stopped the army from advancing at this time was not the rain of spears and stones on the top of the mountain, but this high, suffocating heat.

The coalition warriors who drove away the slaves of the Deserters did not care about the life and death of the Deserters. They kept driving them closer to the mountain. If they were a little slower, they would be hacked to death by random knives. The fully-armed armored warriors were like moving metal cans. The Deserters Even if you want to rebel, you can't pierce their armor.

There were no siege ladders, no carriages, and no baffles. Thousands of deserters were driven toward the scorching mountain tops. Thousands of fire points were burning and scorching on the mountain walls, smoking the entire front mountain wall. It turned black, and the nearly twenty-meter drop made it impossible for the deserters approaching the mountain wall to follow. Even if they wanted to go up, they couldn't start...

The scorching heat is nothing, as long as you endure it, you will get used to it. However, as the deserters approached the foot of the mountain, they all hesitated and looked behind them. They knew their mission, to capture these two mountains and kill all the creatures inside. , but how can they get up there?

The moment countless people turned around at the same time, there was a commotion behind them. Waves of people crowded from behind, pushing the people in front like a mountain wall, like a wave. The desolate man at the front who hesitated to move forward was pushed by the push from behind. Moving forward unconsciously, even if they stop, even if they are still pushing in the opposite direction.

The people in the first row are destined to be victims. This is the inevitable result of siege warfare. When the deserters attacked the Fortress of Despair, less than 800 people in the first wave of 8,000 people could return, and less than 800 of them could stand up and go back on their own. The ten people, the deserters walking at the front, had no intention of retreating alive, but they did not expect that what really killed them would come from behind.

All the people in the Sky Claw tribe seemed to have been burned to death by the fireball. Not a single person could be seen, let alone the flying arrows and spears. Even the occasional rocks that fell were naturally broken after the rocks were burned by the flames. At the foot of the mountain Pairs of flames and smoke also piled up, all of which hit the mountain wall and rolled down.

The burning fireball was almost extinguished, and the ground was as hot as coals. The deserted people who were squeezed fell to the ground with screams. The next moment, their skin all over their bodies turned red, and some dark red stones almost touched their skin. It was like glue that never fell off again, and squeaking oily flowers emerged on the skin, sending up layers of stinky smoke. Many people's hair was also ignited, forming new fireballs.

The crowd at the back continued to push forward, and faint screams could be heard from behind. Amidst the screams, a greater commotion caused a huge wave of force to rush forward driven by the crowd. Countless people fell to the ground and were killed. The hot ground was roasting to the point of death, and some people were biting madly and pushing their companions around them.

This kind of pushing and pushing is irreversible. The people in front fall, and the people behind are still pushing forward. No matter what is in front, the sharp steel knives behind them are depriving them of their lives. The heavily armed tribal warriors He waved the weapon in his hand vigorously, like cutting down bushes and weeds, killing the desert man at the back.

In order to avoid the blade behind them, the deserters crowded forward desperately, just wanting to get farther away from the blade. The coalition did not expect these deserters to climb up. Their only purpose was to use the deserters' hot blood to cool down the high temperature of the rock. They made stairs to climb out of corpses, and that's what they did.

Under the two hills, thousands of desert warriors were crowded. Most of them did not even have weapons. They kept moving forward, forward, and forward under the surge of people.

After all the flames in front were extinguished, a staircase with countless people piled up was formed. Hundreds of people fell entangled on the hot ground and piled up to a height of several meters. More people climbed up the hill built by human bodies. , and the next moment he was pulled down by the deserted man at his feet, becoming part of the stepping stone.

Standing at the highest point, leaning against the hot rock, the desolate man looked towards the rear and howled in despair. They cried loudly together, crying heartbreakingly. Behind them, the coalition warriors, who were only half the desolate man, were harvesting crops. The farmer calmly and numbly kills the panicked deserters behind, but there is a dead end in front of him. Is this forcing them to die?

The entire coalition camp was quietly watching this brutal killing, watching the helpless cries of the deserted people on the pile of corpses. Many people could not bear the torment of this fear and pressed themselves against the hot rocks. They climbed up with ten fingers that were painful under the high temperature. Under them, the pile of corpses was getting higher and higher.

The skin and flesh of many people's hands were welded to the hot rocks. They cried and climbed until all the skin and flesh on their hands fell off, exposing their white finger bones. When they could no longer endure the severe pain, they climbed down from the mountain wall. Falling and being stepped on by more people.

This killing lasted for a long time. When everything calmed down, the piles of corpses were almost level with the top of the mountain. Two huge piles of corpses formed a gentle slope that reached the top of the mountain. On the edge of the gentle slope were more scattered corpses, each one indifferent. The coalition warriors carried weapons and rummaged among the corpses, applying blows to each corpse, and found the desert warriors who pretended to be dead in the hope of escaping.

In their hands, life was so cheap, and many coalition warriors couldn't bear the loss of life. Many people lifted their metal masks, knelt on the ground and vomited, while others wildly waved their weapons to kill those in front of them. The corpses were chopped into pieces, screaming meaningless sounds until they were so tired that they could no longer lift the knife.

The superiors did not care about the mental health of the warriors below. They looked at the two huge gentle slopes with satisfaction, and even sighed in their hearts. It would be better if the mountains were higher, so that they could consume more desolate slaves. Save a lot of food.

The sky has completely darkened. Except for the flickering fire on the top of the mountain and the bonfires lit in the coalition camp, the entire land has plunged into darkness. The coalition warriors who had been rummaging among the corpses for the living also retreated. The catastrophe has come to an end, waiting for tomorrow morning.

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