Apocalyptic Dark Age

The icy cold night contained a strange atmosphere in the beating of drums. The activities of the deserters were restricted to the tents, leaving only sentries to guard the torches. If there was any change, the fires would be ignited.

In their eyes, the Black Claw Tribe has long been a turtle in a urn, and they don't care much about it. Even the Deserter warriors guarding the torches wrap themselves tightly in animal skins and sleep with their ears turned sideways. As long as there is the slightest movement, they will wake up.

"Whoosh..." With a slight whistle, the desert warriors suddenly threw themselves on the ground, holding the beast-tooth arrow on their throats with both hands. Their kicking legs became weaker and weaker until someone stepped over them. Cut off their heads...

The deserters spent the whole night listening to the drums on the wall. For some reason, the drums rang on the wall all night, which made them think that the tribe wanted to attack. But after midnight, no one cared anymore. Instead, he became even sleepier because of his nervousness and alertness.

But there was always a gloomy atmosphere in the drums, which made the people uneasy until dawn. Only then did someone find something was wrong. There was no human figure on the wall, only the mysterious and unpredictable drumbeats, but there was no If anyone dares to act rashly, not even the protectors guarding here dare to act rashly.

They were afraid that this was a signal for the tribesmen to fight back desperately, attracting them to come over and unleash the most powerful lethality. The Huangren were not in a hurry. They had countless reinforcements and more time, so they decided to respond to the situation by remaining unchanged. Change.

But some people heard that something was wrong. The frequency of the drumbeats was getting slower and slower, and they felt out of breath. This made the protector feel more at ease. He believed that the other party did not see that they were being fooled and began to slack off. So don't worry anymore.

But all the truth came to light after the patrol found the body of the deserter warrior. All speculations and suspicions pointed in one direction, the canyon.

The canyon has always been under the control of Black Claw. More than two hundred elite tribal warriors occupy the dangerous terrain, leaving the wilderness people helpless. Now, there are only empty hills left there.

Hanging sheep drumming is an unexpected strategic art in ancient wars. In the local armadillo tribe, two horns with local characteristics were used to replace the unlucky sheep. When a group of desert warriors rushed into the tribe with a death wish, After seeing the two hornets foaming at the mouth, everyone was stunned.

The hornbeam's drumming was beyond their imagination, which made the protectors who thought they had gained an advantage angrily cut him into pieces on the spot, but the Black Claw tribe had already run away, and their siege these days was in vain.

Of course, if the people run away, the supplies will not escape. The Black Claw tribe packs their vehicles as lightly as possible. Except for food, they try not to take anything else with them. They leave behind a lot of supplies, many of which are rare in the central wilderness. The protectors are angry at the novel things they see, but the desert warriors are not. Accepting a fortress without resistance is the best reward.

The entire hill has been hollowed out. The Earth Horse Tribe is good at digging, so that there is enough room here to accommodate the desert warriors outside. The protector intends to send people to pursue it, but it is inappropriate to mention it when everyone is looking for property, so Very helplessly, he proposed to pursue after lunch.

This proposal plunged the desolate people into a greater disaster. The peak of all this had been predicted. It was impossible for the desolate people to get more water outside, so every desolate person needed to save water as much as possible. In the Dihu tribe, The water here is inexhaustible, and all desert people can drink it.

When they poured clean water all over their bodies and enjoyed the refreshing sensation, they did not realize that all the poisonous plants growing on the hills around the tribe had been cleared away, and the smell of the water source was not right. The purified poison may not be toxic after being diluted. It is fatal in the first place, but it will lurk in their bodies, killing the red blood cells in the body, causing blood hypoxia, and thus suffocation...

Gao Feng did not intend to fight the Huangren head-on. His idea was very simple. Fighting to the death with the Huangren was not the purpose of the battle, but he also did not want to be followed by a huge tail, leaving behind him.

No one behind Gao Feng knew what the outcome would be. In order to cooperate, Gao Feng came up with a new strategy and ambush.

The ambush soldiers were lying in wait on both sides of the canyon. They did not go up to the steep mountain. There was no fire blockade, and it was useless to go up. Everyone was covered in camouflage nets made of weeds, lurking in the vegetation on both sides, waiting for the wilderness. The attack of people.

Black Claw has been left speechless by Gao Feng's endless methods, and he no longer opposes Gao Feng. He will do whatever Gao Feng says.

Mantou, who was covered with a camouflage net, admired the simple thing on his body. If he was equipped with this thing, he would be invincible in ambush and sneak attacks. It was a great cheating weapon.

Just as everyone was waiting with peace of mind, several figures running quickly like rabbits ran from a distance, one of them was Hua Ya.

"Coming, coming, all ready..."

The urgent urging cheered everyone up. Only Gao Feng was uneasy. He didn't know what the effect of the medicine would be.

"When will we take action?" In the past, the order to take action would have depended on Black Claw's mood, but this battle was planned by Gao Feng.

As everyone knows about Gao Feng's performance, so far, there have been no major problems. Even when the tribes united before, Gao Feng made a mistake that Black Claw could not have expected. While lamenting that Lian Po was old, his opinions on Gao Feng were a little heavier.

"Wait, something's wrong..." Gao Feng replied in a low voice, his sharp eyes always watching the scattered deserters appearing in his sight.

I was prepared for the worst, but I didn't expect that after the poison was diluted, it seemed to have an effect. The scattered desert warriors had no formation at all, and they staggered towards here one by one, but their pace became slower and slower. Many people couldn't walk while walking and had to sit on the side of the road and gasp loudly for more air.

"What's going on?" The warriors and warriors of the Black Claw tribe noticed something was wrong immediately. How come all the warriors of the Desert who had been fighting for several days turned into soft-footed shrimps? Many people have begun to tremble. They have the confidence to win against this guy who is out of breath while walking.

"The poison I refined is effective, but they should stop chasing?" Gao Feng couldn't understand. Letting Huangren retreat before the difficulties was the best result. He was laying an ambush here just in case, and was not prepared. Annihilate these desolate people, after all, they don't have the capital to compete with tens of thousands of desolate warriors.

"They don't dare. Hengduan won't be so easy to talk to. If they can't find any trace of us, they will end up in a miserable place..."

Man Tou understood Huang Ren better than Gao Feng, and immediately explained, making Gao Feng feel helpless. It was not easy for Huang Ren or them.

"No need to ambush anymore, let's go out..." Gao Feng was a little boring. He had been poisoned in the first place, and after traveling such a long way, I'm afraid Huangren couldn't hold on anymore. Even if they went out, there wouldn't be any fight. .

"Kill or not..." Black Claw raised his claws, and more than a thousand fully armed men stood up, causing the deserters to scream in horror.

Black Claw wanted to kill him, his face was gloomy, and he did not object. The two sides were enemies, not friends. Gao Feng hesitated, but shook his head and said:

"Killing them is easy, but it will anger the large army behind. We can just collect their weapons and water. Without these things, they will not be able to keep up with us..."

Gao Feng's words were greatly appreciated by Mantou, and he nodded and said: "The Huang people are not a slate, they all have conflicts with each other. If we let them go today, maybe they will let us go in the future. After all, the Huang people also show kindness. Righteous..."

With the tone, things become simple. Although the protector in the wilderness can still fight, he has to compromise under the dual pressure of Mantou and Black Claw. He has no objection to Mantou's proposal. In fact, he has not yet Still insisting, he just wanted to rush over to find a way to go back and face Hengduan.

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