Apocalyptic Dark Age

"Now is a special period. There is a shortage of food everywhere in the wilderness. If your method is effective, it will be a great achievement..."

When Gao Feng said this, Uncle Cheng's heart dropped slightly, but his back was wet with sweat. Just when he was about to bring up the matter of Ye Kui, Gao Feng continued:

"However, I can't see the real thing, and I don't know where the things you mentioned are. How can I prove whether what you said is true?"

Gao Feng first threatened, then praised, and then became suspicious. A combination of punches made the sophisticated Uncle Cheng feel anxious. He always wanted to ask for help and no longer dared to hide anything. He said quickly:

"It's here. The gravel outside is all yellow powder stone..."

Ten kilometers away from the tribe that Gao Feng captured, tribes of the same size were smoking everywhere. A mess of crossbow arrows were stuck on the ground like a jungle. The walls made of rubble collapsed in pieces, leaving gaps everywhere. Among the scattered gravels, broken stones were scattered in a mess.

Across the gap, one could see corpses with hideous faces scattered on the ground. The blood made the air full of gunpowder smoke smell fishy. Teams of elite warriors carried weapons and drove the dejected tribal warriors to squat down with their heads in their hands. The tribe could hardly be seen. There are old, weak, women and children, all kinds of military supplies are stored everywhere, but it is a fully militarized tribe.

The solid wall has been destroyed, the bed crossbow has been blown to pieces, and two hundred tribal warriors have been injured or killed, making the tribal warriors of more than 2,000 people resentful and sad, but under the supervision of the powerful elite warriors around them, they can't do anything. The act of resistance was only because of the shouts in the middle of the camp.

"I'm not convinced..."

The roar echoed through most of the camp from the mouth of the bearded man. This guy whose cheeks were blackened and whose appearance was unclear had his ears cut off by shrapnel. Half of his face was bleeding, but he didn't pay attention to this. Yelling loudly with blood-red eyes.

"I don't care whether you accept it or not. You are not honest even if you are a prisoner. Do you still think you are still a patron?"

The pole held a rocket launcher with empty ammunition in one hand and looked at the struggling Garado with disdain.

"There are so many of you Gara people, why are you still using the most despicable means to attack us? I don't accept it..."

This man looked at thousands of elite warriors roaring. Not only was the roar not recognized by the prisoners, but it actually made them more afraid. His leader was a Gara people, and the soldiers who besieged them were also Gara people. They were not unjustly defeated, but they were not. Timid, but the other party is too powerful.

The tradition of the wilderness tribe is to fight soldiers against each other, and against generals. It is not based on the strength of the tribe. It is not uncommon for a half-step attack with 300 troops to defeat the Jialuo people with 1,000 troops. However, they did not compete with this tribe. The leader of the group challenged him to a one-on-one challenge. As soon as he came up, he used a rocket launcher to blast the guy out. No wonder the opponent was dissatisfied.

"Be honest with me. When you are a prisoner, you must have the consciousness of being a prisoner. I have killed many Jialuo, including you. If you want to die, I will help you..."

The pole was worried about the tension on the other side of the peak and couldn't hear the noise of others. He pulled out a sharp serrated steel knife and placed it on the protector's neck. Because the force was not used correctly, it slipped into Garazhong's skin with a chirp. A big gash was cut, and both of them were stunned.

The pole didn't expect that Gao Feng's steel knife specially made for him was so sharp. He had never used this knife to chop anyone. If he had known it earlier, he would not have used so much force.

The protector also did not expect this knife to be so sharp. You must know that no bone knife can cut through his skin, and even the rare steel weapons cannot cut it. When he lowered his head and saw the blood flowing out of his neck. When I reached my belly, tears flowed out.

"It's such a bully. It's obvious that I'm a member of the Gara people, why do you still treat me like this..."

After saying that, the protector fell to the ground and fainted. Zhan Zi looked at the hand holding the knife very depressed. Gao Feng told him not to kill the protector if he could, so as not to fall out with the remnants of the Eastern Wilderness in the future.

"Third Elder, there were one hundred and three men who ran away, eighty-nine of them were captured, and the remaining ones resisted and were killed..."

A soldier's report came from beside him. Zhan Zhu squatted down and checked the protector's wounds. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said to the soldier:

"The prisoners are under strict supervision and must ensure that no information is leaked within at least ten days..."

Just as the pole finished speaking, someone else came over and said:

"Third Elder, we found a total of 2,500 baskets of various kinds of grains, 120 hornets, which were very fat, but 235 domestic animals I didn't recognize, and three sand camels..."

This is what the pole is most concerned about. According to the unit of food calculation in the wilderness, the rattan baskets woven from the black iron vines in the sand are the best containers. One basket weighs almost 80 kilograms. For an adult, two baskets a year. Food can feed them, and 2,500 baskets of food are enough to feed the two thousand tribal warriors in the camp until the end of summer.

"You can't tell there's quite a lot of food in this place. It's a pity... we can't take it away."

Zhuangzi shook his head and sighed regretfully, then straightened his face and ordered:

"Let those weaklings carry the food and follow us. Let's go meet Brother Cockroach. Don't bring anything except food..."

The reason why he wanted to attack this tribe was that he didn't want the news to leak out. Gao Feng didn't want the original tribes in the eastern wilderness to join in the fun. Of course, it was impossible for the eastern tribes not to know that two thousand members of a tribe had disappeared. Fortunately, after three months of investigation, they had already made it known. They learned a lot that the eastern tribes would not discover them for at least ten days.

Zhanzi decided to take all the tribal warriors to join the peak. At this time, there was a noise from behind, which made Zhanzi's face gloomy. He turned around and was about to curse, but he saw hundreds of bare-butt women running around in the camp, and elite warriors. They intercepted them from all sides, but did not use any hands or feet to knock them down.

"What's going on..., where did these women come from..."

The pole jumped at the sight, brandishing a serrated knife and roaring with gritted teeth.

"Give it to you, give it all to you, all women to you..." Jia Luo, who had been stunned by the steel knife of the pole before, had opened his eyes, lying on the ground and saw white and tender thighs moving around, feeling distressed Shout at the pole.

"As long as you don't kill me, the woman is yours..."

"Go to hell, I'm going to fight, what are you doing with a group of women..."

The pole kicked Jia Luo over. He looked extremely angry, but his eyes were filled with pride. Although he could not be a protector, being able to kick the protector like a dog seemed more enjoyable than being a protector?