Apocalyptic Dark Age

The number of desolate people is four times that on the peak. Standing on the pole waiting for people on the top of the mountain, their hearts are sweating, their foreheads are sweating, their whole bodies are soaked with sweat, their mouths are dry and they are looking at the two, one big and one small. The phalanxes approach each other.

The 800 peak warriors, 200 swordsmen and shield bearers, 200 spearmen and 400 swordsmen were arranged in a neat team, relatively tight, while the deserters were spread out more widely, and there was no coordination between the teams. After roughly dividing the defensive shield hands, they mixed various weapons together. As they walked, they were like scattered ducks, boundless. At this moment, the tribes and the deserters were distinguished. The tribe warriors were staggered, advancing and retreating. Ruyi has a strong sense of team spirit, while Huangren... is a team even if they are great.

The Huangren prepared to surround the peak. The formations on the two wings were relatively far apart. The team in the middle was disconnected from the two wings due to the distance. No one could control this, and no one cared. Both sides were getting closer to each other.

The small square formation of tribal warriors is neat and uniform, always maintaining a formation of advancing and retreating together, like a hen taking a square step, walking towards the monster formed by a huge shadow. Many guys watching from a distance have already judged Gao Feng. Death penalty, it is determined that the tribal warriors will definitely be annihilated.

At the moment when the two sides handed over, the deserters burst into deafening cheers, which almost made the pole's heart leap out of his throat. However, he saw shields being abandoned by the deserters, and they waved their fangs and knives and rushed towards the tribal warriors. They had already After crossing the thirty-meter death line, there were no arrows as expected, which made the people in the wilderness go crazy in surprise.

In the wild cry of the madman, he waved his fanged knives, like a pack of wolves rushing towards the prey. The next second, the tribal warriors roared, and their shields suddenly came together to welcome the hacking of countless fanged knives. After the first blow, countless Huangren rushed over and knocked the Huangren warrior in front into the shield.

There are almost 1,500 or 600 deserters in the middle. The force of 1,5600 people squeezing together is huge. The shields of the tribal warriors are like containers pushed away by forklifts, slowly retreating, both sides A roar erupted, and countless weapons stood on both sides.

People on both sides were squeezing each other. The tribesmen wanted to stabilize, and the deserters wanted to break through. The two sides threw spears like rain from above their heads, and they continued to fall towards the opponent's formation. The spears of Ru Lin shook left and right, and a spear was thrown. Gen threw a spear and knocked him down, while Huang Ren screamed after being stabbed by a spear.

Screams were heard from both sides, and some tribal warriors were stabbed by spears, but the number was much smaller than that of the deserters. Just when they were squeezing each other into a stalemate, the spearman suddenly put down his spear and reached across the front row of swords and shields. On the shoulders of the hands, sharp spears were like the fangs of poisonous snakes, causing the squeezing desolate man to let out an ear-piercing scream.

In the roar of the peak, the spear thrust out suddenly, and the chests of each deserter were pierced, and they fell forward on the shield. The blood spurted out pieces of blood mist at the moment the spear was pulled out. Just at this moment By this time, the spears of both sides had been exhausted. The formation of the tribal warriors shook violently and suddenly retreated, throwing down corpses.

The corpse was submerged by the crowd of desolate men in the next moment, and another row of spears was thrust out. The desolate warriors were pierced through the front line at the same time, and another burst of blood mist drifted. In the surging blood mist, the shield retreated again, repeating The previous resistance and assassination.

The physical strength of both sides was reflected at this moment. The Huangren warrior had run a long distance before and after a short rest, his whole body was sore and he tired easily, while the tribal warrior only had to keep retreating, which did not consume much strength. The spearmen also divided into two groups to assassinate.

The Huangren were like a big peeled potato, being weakened layer by layer. The formations on both wings were still moving closer to the center. After five consecutive waves of assassinations, the Huangren in the center had lost a third of their manpower, and even in the Huangren Behind the line of people, corpses lying on the ground almost covered the earth.

Quantity can never determine everything on the battlefield. The middle-line wilderness of more than 1,600 people lost 500 warriors in a short period of time, which immediately reduced the pressure on the tribe a lot. At this time, the long-sword hand who had been recharging his energy broke up. They formed two queues, separated from the left and right sides on both sides of the formation, like two poisonous snakes that had been preparing for a long time and suddenly opened their fangs and pounced out.

The next moment, there was another wave of assassinations, and the Huangren warriors lost hundreds of people again. Although the sword and shield bearers of the tribal warriors also lost a lot, the sword and shield bearers will never fight alone. If there is a gap around them, they will make up for it and defend the line. It was never penetrated, and Huangren suffered severe blood loss and lost the motivation to continue advancing. This was when the tribe warriors counterattacked.

The sword-hands suddenly rushed out from both sides of the sword-and-shield hands, and instantly rushed into the middle of the formation-less desert warriors. The sword-hands were all tribal warriors. Even if they faced the most elite desert warriors, the tribal warriors could outmatch them. , let alone now that Huangren has exhausted a lot of his physical strength and his strength is tied up in the shield formation?

The screams before were bursts, and every time after the spear was thrust out, the screams would sound, and then it was like the audio being pressed on the pause button. Now the screams are continuous, amidst the noisy roars. , dancing with their swords, the tribal warriors showed the art of killing to the extreme. Each of them had the combat skills to kill two or even several desert warriors alone.

At this moment, the two warriors cooperated with each other, and they would no longer face the enemy alone. One of them was about to kill, but the moment the Huangren warrior hurriedly resisted, the other fang knife easily harvested his life.

Pieces of deserters fell down. Finally, the deserters collapsed. They suddenly discovered that the front, left, and right were all tribal warriors. Their reinforcements were still coming here, but they were already dead and wounded. , even if support arrived, there was no chance of winning. Only then did someone regret throwing away their shield.

"The Blade and Shield Hands retreat..." No one in the wilderness tried to attack the formation anymore. Gao Feng gave the order loudly at the moment when the two sides separated. The order was not obvious in the noisy battlefield, but among the Blade and Shield Hands, he was covered in blood. Seeing Gao Feng's gesture, the gaping teeth immediately roared. In the midst of the roar, they kicked and punched the swordsmen and shieldmen with red eyes who refused to retreat and drove them back.

Rows of spearmen replaced the sword and shield men. They were the main force in this battle. They cut, stabbed and killed. Although the spears were simple, they were the most powerful, especially the organized spearmen. They were arranged in neat formations. , walking step by step towards the desolate man who was beginning to collapse, the neat formation made the upright spears look like a moving forest.

"Kill..." The Black Claw Warriors are the soul of the tribal warriors. In the past, they were the elites who fought hard. Now, they are the commanders of small groups. They have rich combat experience, and everyone is a dead man. Evil ghosts crawling out of the pile, they can always keep a clear mind and issue correct orders.

Rows of spears unfolded forward like peacocks, and the barren men waving weapons were pierced by the spears thrust from the oblique side. They died with their eyes open. This was another reform of Gaofeng. The spearmen all It is a one-on-one stab at the opponent, which makes it easy to swing away, but stabbing to the right is a cunning art of deception.

The deserters were all paying attention to the spearman in front of them, and they would never have thought that the assassination would come from their side, because their companions would not have thought that the target of the assassination was not themselves, but the people around them. Such a sudden and shocking change It will make their brains hesitate for a second, and by the time they think of doing something, the spearhead coming from the side has already penetrated them...

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