Apocalyptic Dark Age

Black Talon saw the migrating crowds on the horizon very early. Almost the entire Black Talon tribe was packed away, causing the sharp blade in his right hand to grind convulsively, making a harsh and miserable noise.

There are more than 2,000 people from the Black Claw Tribe, more than 1,000 people from the Earth Horse Tribe, as well as hundreds of livestock, large and small parcels and wheeled carts, meandering on the stretch of red ground.

On the rugged peaks on both sides of the road, each tribal warrior held his breath and observed the team approaching them. The small-eyed elder wiped the sweat from his face with dirty linen cloth. No one dared to say that two hundred people could defeat the earth. There were more than a thousand people in the Armadillo tribe with strong morale. At this moment, the anxiety in the air could not compare with the depression in his heart.

Black Claw didn't think too much, he only saw the group of earth armadillo warriors with hideous faces, and his sharp eyes looked for the earth armadillos hidden in the crowd.

Just as the team below was approaching the ambush location, something unexpected happened.

The huge team was stumbling like a bloated dragon. Every step forward caused a slight confusion among the people in the team. It was necessary to patrol the ground armadillo warriors on both sides of the road to drive them back to their original positions. They had never gone far. After the women, children and indentured slaves continued to stay away from the Black Claw tribe, they developed unspeakable panic and anxiety.

For them, leaving the Black Claw tribe was like a fish out of water. Under the supervision of the warriors of the Earth Horse Tribe, in a strange land, the women and children walked forward mechanically, crying, and suddenly there was a cry of killing. It came from the middle and rear of the team, causing everyone whose nerves had been tense to almost collapse.

Dozens of savage strong men with red sand smeared all over their bodies roared out and rushed into the unprepared team, killing any man they saw holding weapons. These attackers were well-equipped and most of them had fangs. Knives, and the way of fighting is not to swarm in. Teams are composed of different weapons, including sword and shield bearers holding animal skin shields, spearmen, and spearmen.

Their attacks were precise and swift. A burst of spear throwing first broke the counterattack of the Earth Armadillo Warriors. Then the sword and shield men blocked the first wave of attacks. After that, the spearmen pierced the chests of the Earth Armadillo Warriors with their spears. , the moment the spear that pierced the chest was pulled out, in the splash of blood, the sword and shield hand roared and rushed in, slashing and killing the tribal warriors holding spears at the closest distance. He was so brave that he threw his spear and flew over, piercing his neck with one shot.

At the moment when chaos broke out, the group of attackers disappeared suddenly amidst the roaring sound, just like they suddenly appeared. No one knew how they came, and no one knew how they left. The women, children and contracted men of the Black Claw tribe The slaves left the big team in the chaos, spreading around like ants.

The response of the Diji tribe was very fast. Teams were organized one after another and chased the dispersed crowd. At this moment, the attackers from another direction showed their power again. They rushed into the team and slashed, killing more than ten tribesmen. After the warriors, they disappeared with their loot.

There is no sky reconnaissance, no observation tower, and the surging crowd changes all the time. The sudden attack has not even spread to other places, and the attacker disappears. When the armadillo tribe reacts, other places are attacked again. attack.

The attackers were like foxes in the desert, cunning and changeable, and like mosquitoes that kept buzzing and biting everywhere in the team. They only caused a little loss every time, but after four or five times, the number of tribal warriors lost had reached five. There were more than ten people, almost as many as the attackers.

During the constant attacks, the more women, children and indentured slaves in the team became more chaotic and disintegrated. After the tribal warriors who were supposed to maintain order were killed, no one stopped them from leaving. When the first one decided to leave, After people run out of the team, there is always a third or fourth one.

Gao Feng was dressed the same as the pro-slaves around him, except that what he held in his hand was not a fang knife, but a death scimitar obtained by the pole. The death scimitar was the blade arm of the terrifying god of death. One of the two terrifying gods of death died. Burned to ashes, the other one is the trophy of the peak.

The Death Scimitar is long, narrow and sharp. The fluid linear layout doubles the speed at which the blade can break through air resistance. The blade is covered with countless sharp tiny teeth, which are clustered and overlapped layer by layer, forming a blade that looks like a whole, but is more powerful than a razor blade. Teeth knives and serrated sabers are even sharper.

The layers of horn thorns that were previously spread on the Death Scimitar have been smoothed away, but it does not feel smooth when held in the hand. Instead, it has a rough feeling. It is the handle that is least likely to slip. Every time it is swung out, it will shock you. The dragon instantly cuts the opponent's weapon and body in two.

As the killing continued, Gao Feng fully grasped the lightness and flexibility of the Death Scimitar, and the speed at which the Death Scimitar was swung became a little faster. After the flash, the Earth Armadillo warriors in front felt a lightness in their hands, and the weapons were swung by them. The force broke, and before they could find another way to continue fighting, a red line appeared on the chest. As the muscles twisted with force, it suddenly exploded, spilling piles of internal blood.

Gao Feng was not immersed in killing. On the contrary, he was more awake than anyone else, even a little absent-minded, because he had been looking for Little Red Sand. Almost every little indentured slave's eyes were swept by him, with panic, emptiness, and Numb, but without the ultimate clarity of purity.

The peak is the weather vane for the pro-slaves. Wherever the peak is, they will go there. After forming a small group, killing becomes easy. At any time, they are several people fighting against one person, and they are sneak attacks. There is no chance of failure. In this continuous accumulation of small victories, I no longer feel disgusted with the previous hell-like military training, but instead feel grateful.

Gao Feng once again led his ten pro-slave groups through the crowd. He glanced at the group in front of him and the vague eyes of countless women and children. He still could not feel the pure clarity. He couldn't help stamping his feet fiercely and letting out grief and anger. He roared and turned towards the surrounding piles of rocks.

The next moment, the people whose bodies and hair were the same color as the earth disappeared in the eyes of countless people. Borrowing the disguise of a chameleon, Gao Feng easily hid himself and his subordinates, catching the shadows of large and small stones and running quickly. The pursuers behind them rushed into the pile of rocks, but they could only follow the footprints to pursue them.

"Kill..." The scimitar of the god of death flashed past, heads flying, and the two earth armadillo warriors fell in front of Gao Feng. However, the earth armadillo warriors under him took the initiative to wrap themselves around, sounding an alarm of encountering an enemy. Obviously, they were also in the shortest time. Use your time to figure out a way, not to kill the enemy, but to entangle the opponent in a short period of time.

Swish, swish, swish..., pieces of dust and sand covered the Earth Armor warriors like dark clouds, hitting their faces and eyes, forcing these Earth Armor warriors to close their eyes. At this moment, they were already ready to throw their spears. They fell one after another, and then rushed forward, cutting off the weapons of several people in an instant. The pro-slaves behind them quickly broke through, then drove the crowd away, and came out from the other end of the team. The disintegrating crowd gave them cover, and they disappeared easily. among the stones.

The number of disintegrating crowds is increasing, but the team in front has undergone new changes. The long snake-like queue slowly absorbs the crowd and gradually spreads to the surroundings. The ones standing at the outermost periphery are always tribal warriors, forming a huge crowd. Lake, it won't be long before the peaks have no chance to penetrate again.

Seeing that change, Gao Feng was not in a hurry. With a roar, he turned around and left without losing any of his slaves, and moved towards the small team chasing the crowd.

The small teams are composed of twenty or thirty people, and the distance between each other is not too far. If they attacked before, they might be surrounded and annihilated. But now, the crowd is fleeing in all directions. As they are chasing, the distance between the small teams is widening. The distance between the tribal warriors and the tribal warriors was also widened, and Gao Feng's battlefield sense smelled it. There was no more fighting ahead, so he had to find a new direction.

The whistling peak ran quickly with fifty of his slaves. From the moment the battle started, he kept running, killing continuously, so that even the warriors of the desert who could only record their merits with their heads did not know how many they had killed. Enemies, but there is one thing. In the killing, they gradually regained their confidence, gradually forgot the shadow of failure, but respected the peak more.

From the moment they left Tianshuijing, Gao Feng strictly emphasized discipline. On the first day, a team of ten people must move their feet at the same time, move their hands and feet at the same time, and walk in a straight line. The barren people who have been lazy for hundreds of years have no idea about discipline. Why, so after they took three steps, they let go of the duck.

Every time at this time, the energetic Gao Feng would come over with a whip. If he was whipped too much, even a pig, Gao Feng would be able to make them go straight. What's more, these are not really desolate people with reduced IQs. It's a pity. Three days was too short. Even if they marched day and night, these deserted people could only learn to walk in unison, but they never learned to run in unison.

But this is enough. The peak has taught Huangren what order and discipline are, and he will no longer get too hot-headed and abandon his comrades to move forward.

In addition, Gao Feng also introduced cooperative tactics in the team, giving up recording military merit by head level, so that the Huangren warriors no longer chased the number of enemies killed, but formed a whole to crisscross the battlefield, which not only maximized the combat effect, but also reduced losses to lowest.

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