Doomsday Dark Age

The peak was waiting solemnly. The barren people saw a large team of hundreds of people, but their eyes were still full of fanaticism. After they entered the southern wilderness, they did not even encounter a formal resistance. As soon as they get closer, some people will collapse, and the consequences of one person's collapse will bring about a collective collapse, so they have never encountered decent resistance. :Reading novels

Just like in a certain era, the Japanese army had the same view of the army, and the barren people also had a contempt for the tribesmen, and they didn't notice at all that the tribe warriors in front of them were different from the resistance they encountered. Instead of a thin formation, 100 people are arranged in eight rows to form a huge square formation.

Without any hesitation, the desolate people continued to rush towards the team. They saw at a glance that these people were less than a thousand people at most, and their number was more than three times that of the opponent's, but no desolate man thought about how seriously their team was out of touch. , How far is the distance from your companions?

"Aww..." When the desolate people approached 60 meters, rows of throwing guns were held on their shoulders one after another. They only needed to rush up a few steps before they could shoot, and they let out crazy roars. They are the best at throwing The masters can throw spears to the opponent's eyes within 30 meters. It is their combat skills that make them invincible against the tribesmen.

"Let it go..." When the barren man crossed the 50-meter police cordon, the loud roar echoed in the ears of hundreds of people.

"Hum..." The sound of the crossbow unleashing made the air burst loudly, and the cold wind and strain of the bowstring made the sword and shield hand shrink back involuntarily. The next moment, the desolate man rushing towards them It was like hitting an invisible wall and suddenly fell down.

Most people didn't see the flight trajectory of the crossbow arrows clearly. The time was too short and the distance was too short. In the blink of an eye, one after another, the desolate people who were about to throw the crossbow arrows fell to the ground and howled heart-piercingly.

Dozens of barren people are not too many, and the follow-up troops gathered ten times the number in the next moment, but they couldn't help being stunned when they saw the blood on the ground. Right here, the sky was slightly dim, and a hundred long arrows were flying The sky was like sharp thorns, pricking blood in the crowd.

Every long arrow passes through the human body. All longbowmen are tribal warriors who have been trained for decades. They have strong physique and strength. In their hands, the power of the English longbow is released, as if they have been hungry for a long time The fierce beast, where did it really hit?

In the tribe, hundreds of longbowmen can find she accurately, perhaps less than one percent. These men who have never touched a longbow in their life can easily stretch their longbows into a full moon, but don't expect them to be able to she anything aimed at.

So the greatest power is to gather together and shoot in parallel, at least they can shoot in the direction that the eyes can see, if they throw something or something, it will be a disaster, God knows if they will shoot to the top of their heads, fall down and insert their own chrysanthemums?

Three hundred long bows, fired in three consecutive waves, the continuous arrows are like raindrops covering the space between the two sides, the first bowstring rings, the second bowstring continues to ring, and the third bowstring, in this repeated During the process, nine hundred long arrows were shot out, and in front of everyone's eyes, a forest full of long arrows stood in front of them.

50.00% of the long arrows missed, and the sharp animal tooth arrows were all drilled into the ground. Many of them collided together and formed a geometric pattern. However, under the jungle, there were miniature hills. The long arrows were like a storm, and the barren people were like straws. Generally, hundreds of desolate people fell down like this, and they couldn't even see their appearance when they died. Only the blood gathered together and flowed to the low-lying land.

In the first fight, no one was injured, and over a hundred people were killed. This is a miracle in the wilderness battlefield. The tribal warriors who watched the battle on the hill also felt a little terrified amidst cheers. When did they become so powerful?

The eyes of the pole are bright and unusual, like an [-]-watt light bulb, and a heart is beating, and it is about to pop out of the throat. Zhang Xiaoqiang decided that after the standardized training of the combat team, most of the warriors and slaves were divided into four teams, and they have been training hard outside. , almost no one can understand, but they are afraid of Tianzhu, they have to run in line with dissatisfaction, and cooperate with each other.

There were all kinds of passivity and resistance during this process, all of which were forcibly suppressed by Gao Feng, and even punished many people, and rewarded them with a lot of meat, and finally integrated these people together. The further integration has not reached the ideal level of the peak.

Even so, the achievements made are enough to make people dumbfounded. The desolate people dare not approach the edge of the arrow. The corpses and blood of more than a hundred comrades in arms told them cruelly that this group of people in front of them is not easy to mess with. If they continue Rush forward, God knows how many more people will die?

A burst of drumming noise resounded across the battlefield, but it was the fleeing crowd. They had been hiding not far away to watch the battle, and when they saw the small victory of the tribe, they immediately became arrogant and made a lot of noise, encouraging Gao Feng's team to move forward to beat the barren people. All the flowers and water flowed, but more people looked at the green leaf money on the tail of the arrow with red eyes, thinking how to collect the green leaf money all over the ground into their purses.

The drumming noise made Gao Feng frown, and the warriors around him were also dissatisfied. At this time, the barbarian's team did not attack again, but began to shrink. Gao Feng's 800 people were between the two hills. If they retreated, they could push the hills forward. This is the foundation of his daring to fight head-on, but the barbarian will not be fooled and will not move forward, which makes him a little entangled?Confrontation is not what he wants.

"The person on the opposite side, come out and talk..." After a confrontation for more than ten minutes, more desolate people gathered, and there were almost two thousand people, but all of them had pale faces and looked like they were about to lose their balance. Gao Feng saw all this in his eyes and didn't say anything, until the strongest warrior came out from among the barren people.

This warrior is the same as other barren warriors, with bones and skeletons painted on his body, and various colorful patterns with unknown meanings drawn on his skin, but his eyes are the brightest, and the weapons in his hands are also very distinctive. It is a whole piece of the mandible of a beast, on which there are densely arranged sharp fangs, the sharpest fangs are half a foot long, which shows how mighty and wild the beast is before it dies.

The huge mandible is like the sickle of death, giving this man who is not tall and muscular a different arrogance from others. When he looks at this side, there is strong confidence in his eyes, as if What they are facing is just a group of chickens and dogs.

Huo Ya wanted to stand out, just like facing other tribes in the wilderness, but Gao Feng grabbed him back and pushed him aside. Gao Gao stood at the front of the team himself, and behind him was a dense crowd of pine trees, not moving , to bring the strongest support to the peak.

"Ha, is it a brat?" The man saw Gao Feng's cheek, and expressed his contempt for the first time, but after seeing the dense wounds on Gao Feng's body, he fell silent for a moment.

"If you want to fight, fight..." Gao Feng let out his roar at the moment when the man was dumbfounded, and the eight hundred soldiers behind him raised their weapons at the same time, roaring like a tsunami: "Hoo... drink...."

"Huh... drink..." More than a thousand people on the two mountaintops also raised their weapons or fists, and roared out with the air in their chests tensely, like a roar of landslides and seas, causing the desolate people to change color together.