Apocalyptic Dark Age

The nights in the southern wilderness are the same as those in the northern wilderness, cold and silent. The temperature difference can reach forty degrees. The scorching flames and high temperatures during the day gradually disappear after the rapid decline at night. The two mountains regain their vitality. Countless Skyclaw tribesmen who were huddled in the tunnel came out of the ground and began to prepare for tomorrow's battle.

Gao Feng has long taken into account the effects of high and low temperatures. The cold wilderness is not suitable for fighting. There is no light, no command, and no clearly visible battlefield. Even the coalition forces will not take action easily.

The crossbows hidden in the tunnels were quickly transported to the designated launching positions. The fortresses destroyed during the day were also quickly repaired. Sandbags made of various materials were filled with sand and neatly stacked on the hilltop position. , everything is going according to the previous plan.

The cold breath of the night fell on Gao Feng's face. He looked worriedly at the coalition camp. Just below his feet, countless corpses piled up into a mountain. The frenzy of the coalition forces made him see that once the opponent launched an attack, they would use any means regardless of losses. This kind of The crazy way of fighting is what worries him the most.

The coalition has tens of thousands of deserters, and can even capture deserters, women and children in the wilderness, so the opponent's force is almost endless. No matter how many they can kill, they can't kill them all, but they can't afford to lose one. People are irreparable. As long as the opponent does not send out real tribal warriors, the position between him and the opponent will never be equal.

"Great Elder, do you want to use rosewood essential oil? These corpses can be burned overnight, and they will have to kill so many people tomorrow..."

The second elder appeared out of nowhere and looked worriedly at the arms and thighs entangled with branches in the shadow of the mountain. His thought was also the thought of most people. By tomorrow, the deserted man would be able to climb up the gentle slope and arrive at Facing thousands of deserted people, they had no confidence.

"It can't be used. It's to prevent the Taniguchi from being breached. Our only chance may lie with those deserters..."

Gao Feng thought about it for a while and then slowly shook his head. The more deserters died, the more stable the coalition would be, and more troops would be freed up to monitor the deserters and reduce food consumption. However, the deserters were not beasts. They all have eyes and brains, and even if they endure under pressure, once they break through the final bottom line, there will be more variables in this battle. The variables are the only chance for the Sky Claw Tribe. As long as they can persist before Beilong Canyon is breached, Variables occur.

"Alas!!! I don't know how many people will die tomorrow. They all grew up eating food, were born by women, and take so many years to grow..."

The second elder made a rare statement. The second elder, who relied on conquest to rise to the top, had seen countless corpses in his life, but together they were not as many as he had seen in the past few months. The amount made him panic. Is human life so worthless? ?

"As long as the production of food cannot feed everyone, we will continue to die, in our lifetime, in the lifetime of our children, and in the lifetime of our grandchildren..."

Gao Feng couldn't help but think of the streets of his previous life. Even in the face of war, there were still countless people who lived rich and fulfilling lives. Without advanced productivity, the food gap caused by population growth would inevitably lead to wars for living space. People who wanted to develop in the barren wilderness How difficult is productivity?

"Is it possible to feed everyone? Even in the best of years, there is just enough to eat. Speaking of which, the indentured servants have limited food, so they are divided like this, right?"

The second elder's thinking was not dull, and he quickly expanded to other directions, telling the reasons for the appearance of the indentured slaves. Although there were many reasons, the most critical point was that food could not feed everyone, someone had to take it. Hungry, hungry people are the ones who are eliminated.

"The key is civilization. With the development of civilization, all kinds of problems can be solved. It's a pity..."

Thinking of everything Tianzhao told him and everything he saw in the Cuiliu City family, Gao Feng raised his head and sighed. Civilization is in the hands of the underground people, but the underground people are the enemies of the people on the ground. The hatred between the two sides is irreconcilable, and the people on the ground will Everything about the underground people is forbidden, including writing, culture, and advanced technology. The underground people have lost more things because they have been trapped underground for a long time.

"Civilization? Where is it? Let's go find it. As long as there is civilization, our tribe will be richer and can grow more food. Maybe we can unify the wilderness..."

The second elder forgot about the crisis he was facing now and was attracted by Feng Feng's topic. Feng Feng's words opened a window in his heart. In addition, he always believed that Feng Feng was a man of great ability, so he was naturally willing to believe it.

"I don't know, it might be somewhere in the world, waiting for someone to find it..."

Gao Feng's heart moved, and an unstoppable emotion surged up. He wanted to find civilization and use civilization to change the world.

This thought in his heart coincided with the wish of his previous life. In his previous life, his biggest wish was to end the war, marry Mayfair, have children, start his own family, and live an ordinary life without seeing corpses or gunpowder.

The current era is more chaotic than in the previous life. The wave of killings is not only annoying to the second elder, he is even more bored. The level of boredom is even more than being bathed by women in the family.

The red clouds in the morning arrived as expected. The coalition forces were looking forward to the arrival of the morning, but Beilong Canyon was infinitely regretful. The irreversible daylight triggered the first day of the war. Countless desert warriors walked out of the camp, driven by sticks and whips, List the square array that is not very neat.

Yesterday's corpse was already stiff. Looking at it, the distance between the ground and the top of the mountain was no longer visible. Everything was filled with corpses. Countless arms stretched out from the middle of the stiff corpse, making pulling gestures, as if they were Unwilling to die, he turned into an evil ghost and wanted to drag others to be buried with them.

The black smoke all over the mountain has dissipated, but no living person has been seen on the mountain. Only those with sharp eyes can see that the half-collapsed fortress on the mountain has traces of repairs with sandbags.

Just like yesterday, countless tribal warriors wore the most sophisticated equipment and stood behind the formation of the deserters, always ready to raise their blades to slaughter them. Most of the deserters still had no weapons. They could only find various things to use as weapons, and they were sharpened. There were sharp horn ribs, rocks dug out from nowhere, and some people were even holding a strip of cloth. It was unclear whether they were preparing to strangle someone or to bandage wounds. Most of them were in ragged clothes, not to mention armor and shields. He couldn't even cover his body.

Sharpened wooden sticks are the cheapest weapons, but only a small number of people have them. Scattered wooden sticks stand up in the team, with the momentum of a forest, like weeds in the desert, so rare.

The long horn blew in the cold morning wind, and the roar of the war drums was played one after another. When all the drum beats merged into one, making an earth-shattering sound, the deserter's team finally started.

Thousands of deserters slowly set off towards the hilltop position, like migrating fish, flowing out of the camp. Under the whips of whips, they flooded the open space between the camp and the mountain. From time to time, there were slow-moving deserters. People were pulled out of the team by their hair and decapitated with a knife.

Fresh corpses were placed on both sides of the road where the deserted people were moving forward. They moved numbly and mechanically, not looking at the blood-flowing ground around them, or at the mountains of corpses in front of them, but just looking at the pink color in the early morning. Sky.

Countless people looked up at the sky and moved forward together. It was not that there was a miracle in the sky, but that today, for the first time, they discovered that the sky in the morning was so beautiful. They could never see enough of it in a lifetime. Even if the front was filled with death and killing, they still wanted to Enjoy every breath of fresh air in the final peace.

It's a pity that the air does not have the unique fresh smell of early morning. It is filled with the smell of blood and burning corpses.

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