Apocalyptic Dark Age

After Gao Feng brought more than a hundred warriors outside the barren camp, he let out a long breath. In the invisible night, organizing hundreds of warriors to stay close to one place was more difficult than asking him to clear a hundred sentry posts. It was already the middle of the night, which was when people were sleeping soundly, but it also meant that they didn't have much time.

In the middle of the deserted man's camp, there was a solitary pile of flames that was about to go out. The first thing Gao Feng did was to walk into the middle of the deserted man's camp, pick up some firewood and add it to the campfire. What Gao Feng did made him The bonfire started to burn brightly again, illuminating the camp of thousands of people.

During this process, the tribal warriors sprinkled the essential oil on the tents where the deserters slept. Not much was spread, but every drop was not wasted. The tents were not neat, especially the tents close to the coalition camp were the most sparse. The tent was not doused with rosewood essential oil. A group of ten warriors quietly entered the tent, being more careful than stealing someone's wife.

The tents of the Desolate Man may be large or small, but if ten people are squeezed in uniformly, the ten people will be the battle formation of the Desolate Man, and they are also the team that can assemble the fastest when attacked. Gao Feng is right about one thing, the Desolate Man really has no They felt a sense of security and were ready for the coalition forces to rebel at any time. Unfortunately, they did not expect that this arrangement would give Gao Feng the opportunity to do so without even conducting reconnaissance. All tents were the same.

The ten elite warriors were all good at killing people. They finished their work neatly and quietly exited the tent. They moved towards the next one. There were inevitably unexpected sounds in the middle, and they were all controlled within a certain area. Inside, at least the most densely populated areas of the tents will not be disturbed, which is why some tents are splashed with oil and some are violently attacked.

Gao Feng has been standing by the fire and observing the movements around him. He cannot take action and must issue orders in response to emergencies at any time. This is also the most nervous time. If they are not careful, they will be surrounded by thousands of deserters. center.

The palm on the handle of the gun began to become wet, and Gao Feng gradually increased his strength. The closer he was to success, the more worried he was about failure. This tangled mentality made him nervous, and time passed by. Every minute, every moment It seemed like he had tripled his weight in one second.

Just when he saw almost all the tribal warriors coming out of the scattered tents, he almost burst out with a roar of retreat. The sky also became hazy, and a faint ray of light spread out in the clouds. Gao Feng suppressed his excitement. , whether it can succeed or not depends on this.

There was no suddenness or accident. The hundred warriors disappeared into the darkness as planned. After Gao Feng waited for the last person to disappear, he took a deep breath, picked up a burning firewood, and walked towards the densest area of ​​the tent. .

"That's it..." Gao Feng said to himself. The bottle opened at his waist instantly flew out more than 30 drops of blue rosemary essential oil and swept it over the torch. The next moment, these burning flames started to burn. After passing through a series of bright arcs, they landed on their respective tents. The tents were easily ignited. At the peak of the burning, they turned around, walked to the other direction, and repeated the previous actions.

After two times, Gao Feng lit nearly seventy tents on fire. At this time, Gao Feng threw away the torch, but did not leave. Instead, he drew out his machete of death and walked quietly among the burning tents. This is the most critical and most important thing. Tough bit.

If Gao Feng wants to defeat the last hope of the desolate people, he has to commit cruel killings. The desolate people in the tent have no deep hatred for him and have never offended him, but he cannot let these desolate people survive. The desolate people live, The dead should be countless women and children of the Tianzha tribe.

Gao Feng's mind went blank, and he tried not to think about the innocence of the Huangren soldiers. When the first scream came from the tent, the tent had turned into a huge torch. The first Huangren grabbed his weapon and rushed in panic. The moment he came out of the tent, the long-awaited scimitar of death flashed past him, instantly separating his upper body, while his lower body was still connected. The desolate man, whose face and head were separated, fell down without even making a sound. on the ground…….

Kill the deserter and cut off the fulcrum of the tent with a knife. The burning tent suddenly collapsed, covering the deserter below and burning in the middle of the tent. He let out screams. The peak was like a hard-working gardener, walking around the burning tent. In the meantime, he tried his best to prevent the deserters from escaping from the tents, killing many, and cutting off many of the fulcrums. When all the tents began to collapse, Gao Feng took the opportunity to move into the dark wilderness. At this moment, everyone The camp had been alerted, and countless coalition warriors rushed out of the camp.

We successfully merged with hundreds of warriors, and the summit still seemed like a dream. It was so smooth, and we didn’t encounter any trouble at all. We just completed the set task smoothly, without even a single mistake. You must know that there was no communication. In the era of command and without intelligence support, it would be a miracle to be able to complete the mission without making any mistakes.

Gao Feng's adventure was successful, but he didn't know that this mission was destined to succeed from the beginning. The reason was that the deserters and the coalition forces did not trust each other, which led to defense flaws. The main defense direction of the deserters was not Beilong Canyon, but the coalition warriors. , which gave them an opportunity.

When the pole was about to penetrate, Feng Feng smoothly slipped back from the fire. The flames of the desert camp attracted everyone's attention, but allowed Feng Feng and the others to get cover.

"It depends on tomorrow. If the Desolate offensive is delayed tomorrow, there will be no problem..."

Gao Feng took the hand extended from the pole and climbed to the top of the mountain. He said confidently. Behind him, the flames of the deserted camp formed a sea of ​​​​fire and burned into one piece. Countless noisy sounds echoed below.

"It's too dangerous. We can only rely on you to lead us now. If something happens to you, the consequences will be disastrous. Please be more careful next time, Great Elder..."

Zhanzi couldn't speak, but what he said made Gao Feng stunned. In retrospect, it seemed a bit rash. Just like Zhanzi said, he was in charge of the defense of the entire valley. Once something happened, Beilong Canyon would be over.

"Is there no news from Tianzhao yet?" Gao Feng wiped the soot from his face and said in a deep voice. If the coalition forces cannot attack for a long time, they may use protectors and vanguards. At that time, he may not be able to hold on.

"Not yet, but I heard that Master Tianzhao has started to eat, and he will recover soon..."

Zhan Zi's uncertain answer made Gao Feng's heart heavy. He couldn't help but turn around and look at the place where Hua Ya was stationed behind the canyon, frowning and saying:

"If the coalition forces make no progress tomorrow, I'm afraid there will be problems over there..."

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