Apocalyptic Dark Age

"Boom..." Amidst the loud noise, a giant trebuchet suddenly exploded. The piled-up inferior explosives were detonated in advance. The shattered trebuchet swept everything around, sweeping away hundreds of operators and covering the ground. The remaining body parts were broken into pieces, and the rolling corpses were scattered around.

A trebuchet exploded, causing other people operating the trebuchet to look over there in horror. The clay pots in their hands were heavier than the huge boulders. However, under the whipping of the coalition warriors, they had to continue operating, but the trouble was like It's like it's contagious. The next moment, the other trebuchets were too nervous to light the fire three times in a row, leaving the surrounding people struggling in fear and not daring to get too far away. Finally, someone couldn't bear the fear and collapsed. Crying and shouting, trying to run away.

Chaos spread among the trebuchets, and the firing frequency suddenly dropped three times. When another trebuchet was blown to pieces, the trebuchet's firing frequency dropped to the point where it could no longer be lowered. Seeing the trebuchet's Shen Wuji's cheeks were as red as a cooked crab shell due to the unexpected incident.

"Loya, let those damn protectors go up. If you don't go up, there will be no chance to go up. All our most elite teams are up there. Once they are all lost, the consequences will be disastrous..."

Shen Wuji finally couldn't help but wanted to reveal the last trump card. The patrons he was talking about were the elders of each tribe. The elders were the tribe's last deterrent force. They could not be used until the moment of life and death, but once they were used, there would be no consequences. People can tell.

Loya could also see the tragedy of the battle. The coalition warriors who rushed forward had to say that they would not sacrifice their lives. The injured warriors were withdrawn from the mountain like running water. The metal armor could not completely protect them. Their crossbows were placed on the bed. The corpses were thrown upwards, and the damaged bed crossbows had piled up into a new hill behind. The attacks in other places were not going very smoothly. News of breakthroughs rarely came. If this continues, once all the elite warriors are lost, their prestige will be lost. It plummeted and could no longer restrain small and medium-sized tribes.

The top of the mountain has reached the final step. The Tianzhao tribe has a method of quickly transmitting news. Fengfeng can learn about the war in other places at the first time. At this moment, three areas have been breached by the coalition forces. The reason for the breach turned out to be that the deserter soldiers who took refuge could not bear it. They attacked the desolate warriors who attacked the hilltop, but they were not tolerated for their softness. The desolate warriors who climbed up began to kill without acknowledging their relatives. The desolate warriors they killed kept retreating. When the desolate warriors occupied the foothold, they were squeezed in from behind. The coalition forces hacked and slashed at the top of the hill to clear more places to stay, allowing those behind to come up.

This was an unjust war, and the fighting was only carried out to capture the mountain tops. The stupidity of the barren people caused the defenses of the peaks to be wide open. In many places, not only men participated in the battles, but also the women of the tribe rushed to fight or were killed.

Gao Feng only hoped that night would come earlier, giving them a chance to breathe and stabilize their position. On the meat grinder-like battlefield, all the warriors of the Huangjian tribe died, and most of the indentured slaves were killed and injured. The last remaining weapon in Gao Feng's hands There are only 800 elite warriors left in the reserve team.

These eight hundred warriors wearing golden masks and full-body horned leather armor are also Gaofeng's last trump card. Even if the indentured slaves and personal slaves resisting in front are about to die, he is not ready to take action, and has been keeping in his hands to look for the last chance, looking for He was not sure about the chance of winning at all.

Suddenly, waves of cheers rang out from the coalition forces, making Gao Feng's heart suddenly rise to his throat.

"Finally got out of the cave?" A thought flashed through Gao Feng's mind, and he looked sideways at the ten cannons standing behind him. On the opposite hilltop, the bed crossbow position had been breached, and the killing battlefield reached the edge of the artillery position. The pole also gave up command and personally The battle is on the front line, and the only commander of the artillery position is Shi Peng, who is tamed by the pole.

Gao Feng has been guarding against the Jia Luo from the coalition. At least in his mind, Jia Luo is the final force that determines the outcome of the battlefield. All the artillery has not fired, just waiting for these Jia Luo.

In the last moment of anxiety, giants appeared on the battlefield one after another. Seeing those giants in heavy armor, Gao Feng's heart fell into the abyss. The coalition had another card, and they almost annihilated the entire elite force of the heavily armored warriors of the Sky Claw tribe that day.

The number of heavy-armed warriors in the coalition is not just a few hundred, but a total of more than a thousand. In the past, Ya Lala had only a small number and could only carry so many people. Now Shen Wuji sends all the heavy-armed warriors at once. out.

Seeing these heavily armored warriors, the final reserve team at Gaofeng was extremely jealous. Many of their fathers, sons, and brothers had died at the hands of the heavily armored warriors, and they wished they could pounce on them and eat their flesh alive.

The equipment of the heavily armored warriors is more sophisticated. They all carry metal shields more than two meters high. The armor on their bodies is also specially made. The total weight is at least two hundred kilograms. Only these huge guys can easily bear the burden. Others have long since been squashed.

The heavy monster was approaching step by step. The coalition warriors had given up the attack and moved out of the way, allowing the 500 heavily armored warriors to approach. Seeing these warriors, the only consolation in Gao Feng's heart was that, fortunately, the coalition forces We decided to concentrate our forces to attack a hilltop. If they were evenly divided, there would definitely be problems on the other side of the pole.

Five hundred heavily armed warriors walked slowly but firmly towards the final position. The artillery was already aimed at them. As long as Gao Feng gave the order, this group of heavily armed warriors who were mythical in the hearts of the coalition forces would be swept into the abyss of hell.

Gao Feng's face was uncertain, and he endured huge casualties. He was just waiting for the last moment to use the power of artillery to wipe out the protectors of future criminals and gain the final chance of victory. If he gave up like this, I'm afraid this would be a mindless battle. The war would slide in a direction that was not conducive to the Skyclaw tribe, and twenty primitive cannons would not be the overriding trump card. ’

"Warriors..., do you still remember them...?" Gao Feng drew his death scimitar and pointed it at the heavily armored warriors, shouting loudly at the last elite around him.

"Remember, remember, they killed many of us..."

The shouts were chaotic, but every sound was full of anger. When Gao Feng heard the angry words of the warriors, a huge roar suddenly exploded from the tip of his tongue.

"Then you still dare to fight them? It's a life-or-death battle. If we fail, we will all die. If we win, your names and deeds will be remembered by our descendants..."

The sword slashed down from top to bottom in the void, making a sharp roar. Gao Feng's body movements triggered the enthusiasm of the warriors, and they shouted loudly: "Kill, kill, kill!!!"

"Kill..." The monster-like armored warrior suddenly roared, wielding a huge and heavy weapon to cut off pieces of human body and sweep them away. In just a moment, the last remaining indentured slaves who resisted collapsed and fled behind them. , Gao Feng did not deal with the indentured slaves like he dealt with the Huang Jian warriors, but allowed them to flee backwards.

Gao Feng knew the morale hit caused by deserters, but at this moment there was only one chance, a chance to contain the heavily armored warriors and draw out the protectors. He did not want the elite warriors to waste their energy on the deserters.

Like a rock splitting the tide, Fengfeng led his elites upstream. Fengfeng rushed at the front, getting faster and faster. He suddenly jumped up and ran over everyone's heads with the scimitar of death.

This was Gao Feng's first attempt. He was like a bird flying in the air, his body as light as a feather, running accurately and quickly over the deserters' heads.

The moment he approached the heavily armored warrior, the Viper pistol spurted out flames in his hand. Eighteen bullets were fired in an instant, causing the sixteen heavily armored warriors to scream and turn over. There were only two bullets out of the eighteen bullets. Because the opponent turned his head and missed, all the other bullets were shot into the target's eye sockets.

Throwing away the pistol, Gao Feng pulled out his spare pistol, raised his hand and fired eighteen more bullets. This time, none of the bullets missed, causing the eighteen heavily armored warriors to scream and cover their eyes and fall to the ground.

The sword flashed, and the head flew up. The head wearing a metal helmet lost gravity and spun lightly in the air, spilling a stream of blood.

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