Apocalyptic Dark Age

When the desert warriors who know discipline and cooperation step onto the battlefield, their combat effectiveness is more than doubled. They are warriors who have seen blood. Even if the individual combat effectiveness is not as good as that of the tribal warriors, the collective combat effectiveness is enough to fight twice as many enemies. They are evenly matched.

The battle formation formed as a whole is terrifying. With the peak as the sharpest blade, it is a broadsword that can split stones.

After Gao Feng led his men into the crowd, the tribal warriors who were chasing women, children and indentured servants were like snow in boiling water. They collapsed instantly. The dead guys fell to the ground one by one, looking at the sky godlessly. Behind them, In front of him, more companions were defeated by the rapid impact.

No one can block Gao Feng's blow. Ever since his decisive battle with the terrifying Death God, and his left hand absorbed the essence extracted from the terrifying Death God's blood, Gao Feng's physical fitness has been constantly changing. This change is slow but firm, making him aware of it. During his sleep, his endurance, strength, speed, and reaction time were greatly improved. If the previous battle was only suitable for small terrain due to physical reasons, now he already has the power to charge head-on.

The scimitar of death is his cheating tool on the battlefield. Victory can only be achieved by killing the enemy, so Gao Feng doesn't care about the possibility of capturing the enemy's weapons. The blade flashes past, and there are new and old tusk knives and animal bone wolf fangs. The sticks broke one after another, including the opponent's head and body.

During the killing at Gao Feng, the warriors gave up chasing the women and children and gathered in one direction, not intending to escape, but preparing to accumulate enough troops to deliver a fatal blow to Gao Feng and others.

The chaotic crowd was running around, screams and wails could be heard continuously, and the crazy killing was the most fascinating to the eyes, but Feng Feng remained calm as before. He immediately discovered the intention of the tribal warriors, roared again, and gave up on the front. More than a dozen escaping tribal warriors led their slaves to attack the gathering place of the Earth Horse Warriors.

‘The quickest way to destroy the enemy is to destroy their psychological defenses. ’ Gao Feng always kept this sentence in mind, but he didn’t know who said it, but he did do it.

Dozens of tribal warriors have gathered over there, and dozens of scattered tribal warriors are gathering over there. Once they gather together, they may not be able to be eaten by the peak.

If it were Gao Feng in the past, he would rather retreat than bite this hard knot. If he wanted to kill these people, his subordinates would definitely suffer a lot of losses. However, after actually walking on the killing field of the tribal battlefield, Gao Feng was sensitive. He found that the new battlefield situation was definitely different from the battlefield in his memory. There was no depth here and no supporting firepower. The only way to continuously win was to destroy the enemy's strongest fortress head-on.

The other party did not sit back and watch Gao Feng's actions. On the contrary, they became even more violent. They killed only fifty-one people and turned them upside down. How could the warriors of the Earth Armed Tribe who had achieved a brilliant victory be reconciled? So they also took the initiative to attack without waiting. Everyone gathered and took action.

The two sides were like a herd of galloping buffaloes, roaring heart-breakingly, shouting to kill, and charging towards the opposite side. The two small teams together had less than a hundred people, but they were rushed out by thousands of troops. momentum.

Gao Feng was running at high speed, his eyes always scanning the crowd on the opposite side, filtering out the suspicious targets one by one. He knew that if the warriors of the Earth Armadillo tribe could gather together spontaneously, there must be someone with the highest prestige, who would at least be respected by others. In other words, as long as this person is killed, the opportunity for victory will be grasped.

There are fifty-one identical people on the peak, all covered with red sand. Even if they run, it is difficult to distinguish them from the rest of the world. The weapons in their hands are messy and complicated, making it impossible to find the leader quickly. Compared with the Death Scimitar, the Fang Knife is more fierce in length and style, so the peak is naturally filtered by the opponent.

At the moment of intersection, Gao Feng roared violently, and his sharp eyes were locked on the middle of the team. The oldest tribal warrior with the most scars, the only difference between him and him was that he had a necklace of horns hanging around his neck. , being able to use the precious cockle as a decoration can only mean that he is a rich man.

This rich man wears a set of fine leather armor, with horns inlaid on his heart, abdomen, chest, and both sides of his waist, covering almost all the vital parts of his body. The fang knife in his hand is also the latest color. In the eyes of people in the wilderness who have never seen the world, this guy is fat and oily.

Elder Jacob is the leader in charge of the rear. He is panting slightly during the charge. After all, he is old and his physical strength is not very strong. As an elder, he does not need to be on the front line, so in At this time, his heart was restless.

At this moment, there were sixty tribal warriors in his team, but there were only fifty-one attackers on the opposite side. His own number was ten more than the opponent's, but it still made him uneasy. He felt like he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, and he couldn't help but let go. He slowed down his pace and let the people around him rush over, while he fell to the back.

Elder Jacob followed the principle of safety first and tried to act as ordinary as possible, but he forgot that the leather armor on his body made him like a big white goose in a flock of chickens, so distinct and eye-catching.

The collision happened instantly, and the first batch of both sides suffered heavy casualties. They were either cut in half by fangs or pierced by spears. The spears grabbing their abdomens fell down wailing.

The next moment, shields crowded up to form a wall, blocking the tribal warriors from the outside. The spears rained down on each other, causing screams in the crowd. Blood sprayed on the short necks, and they were beaten again. The hot wind blew and fell evenly on the face and body. Each bloody man burst out with their most primitive instincts, biting and fighting each other.

The death scimitar in Gao Feng's hand cut off the weapons of four people in succession, but was blocked by a dark steel rod. The tribal warrior holding the rebar was muscular, huge, and much stronger than his companions, just like It's like the powerful Desert warrior that Gao Feng killed in the Desert tribe.

The weight of the rebar is much heavier than the hollow animal bone mace. In the hands of ordinary people, it may not be able to be swung a few times, but in the hands of this guy, it is as easy as a long whip. Gaofeng continuously smashes the iron rods. He blocked it, but felt that the muscles in his arms were about to burst from the shock, and Hukou had lost consciousness.

The screams, fighting sounds, and clashing of weapons around him were like howls urging Feng Feng, but the elder Jacob he wanted to kill was hiding behind this strong and burly warrior, and was unable to break through for the moment, making Feng Feng anxious.

Every minute, every second, the Earth Armand warriors scattered around are gathering here. If they cannot break through, it will only get worse. At that time, they will face the problem of having to retreat, and for a period of retreat, the pro-slaves His morale will definitely fall to the bottom, and it will be a huge rout by then, so he cannot lose.

With a cry, Gao Feng leaned back suddenly, letting go of the iron rod that was sweeping towards his face. His right foot, which had been tense for a long time, was drawn out like a whip, and he kicked hard under the armpit of the arm that was grazing the tip of his nose. The strong man couldn't hold the iron rod and flew out.

Gao Feng, who had straightened his body, suddenly rushed forward, and the scimitar in his hand struck down like lightning. Under the blade, the strong man couldn't help but stretched out his wrist to block it. On his wrist, there were sparse horns. Weaving an abstract pattern is his last trump card.

Gao Feng didn't change direction, just slashed with the knife. The next moment, the horns and wrists were evenly split. The pain expression on the strong man's face had not yet surged, and the ferocious expression on the ugly face had not yet turned into shock. Another knife The scimitar of death brought up the afterimage and wiped it across his neck. The next moment, all the big man's movements stopped.

Jacob, who was hiding behind the strong man, could not see the scene of Gao Feng killing the big man. When he saw the iron rod flying, which was slightly famous in the tribe, Elder Jacob wanted to move. Unexpectedly, at the moment he moved, a The figure flashed in front of the stiff man, swung his sword and cut off his head.

If Elder Jacob really wanted to fight, he would not be so miserable. It was precisely because he wanted to find a safe place and did not focus on the battlefield that the accident happened unprepared. He, who had experienced hundreds of battles, was stabbed in front of his face. The owl's head.

The flying head was pierced by a sharp scimitar. Gao Feng held up the great elder's dead head and let out a showy roar. In the roar, the entire battlefield became sluggish. The next moment, amid the screams, the man wiped out by Gao Feng The strong man with a broken neck suddenly fell down, and in an instant he lost the great elder and the most powerful tribal warrior. The remaining tribal warriors did not know how to fight anymore.

Gao Feng, who had thrown off his head, brandished the blood-spattered blade and rushed towards the remaining tribe warriors with a shout. After the tribe warrior subconsciously raised his knife and was cut into two by the knife leader, the psychological defense of the Diji tribe warrior was shattered. It penetrated, in their hearts, the peak who killed the powerful warriors and the elders of Jacob was an extremely powerful enemy, their invincible opponent, which made them panic and fear.

Amid the screams, the tribal warriors turned around and ran down the mountain one by one. The tribal warriors running towards us from a distance also broke up and fled towards their large army one after another.

The pro-slaves were fighting and were carried away. The sudden victory made them stunned and unbelievable. Then they cheered and wanted to rush down to pursue them, but they were stopped by Gao Feng...

Scattered corpses were piled up and crowded in a small area. The peak standing among the corpses looked up at the dark sky. Night was coming soon. The war during the day could only end here. A slave is not an iron man. If he continues to fight, he will eventually be exhausted. physical strength, and exposed flaws.

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