Apocalyptic Dark Age

Disintegration is the best way to describe it. Layers of corpses fell to the ground, forming a criss-cross chessboard. The two sides were like black and white pieces competing on the chessboard. The chess game was clear at a glance. The tribal warriors had defeated the deserters in the middle line. It only took more than half a day before and after. Within an hour, the number of dead did not exceed 200, and the desert warriors had no intention of resisting at all.

At this time, there were still more people in the defeated center line than tribal warriors. The poles on the top of the mountain were stunned. The small phalanx struggled to retreat under the squeeze of the large phalanx. I thought something was wrong, but I didn't expect a reversal later. Before he could understand it, the large phalanx became a piece of scattered sand. At this time, two arrays equal to the small phalanx were approaching the center of the battlefield.

The formation of the two flanks did not waste too much time. A battle of thousands of people was indeed not a big scene on the vast battlefield, but Gao Feng controlled the rhythm with his keen battlefield sense and used space when the team retreated. To exchange for time, and use time to lengthen space.

Like a sonata, all the initiative is in your own hands. Of course, this is also the reason why you only need to command 800 people on the battlefield. All the leaders are Black Claw warriors and can understand what you mean immediately. So as to execute the command with the fastest response.

The center line is the Dinghai Divine Needle, and the two wings are the key to victory. But once the Dinghai Divine Needle is gone, the two wings become a lonely bird hanging outside. It is very simple. The tribal warriors with the formation still intact can take down a large army of 1,600 people. It is obvious to take care of them. No problem, not to mention that they couldn't see the attacking team on the other side because of the crowd's obstruction, giving them the illusion of fighting alone.

Unequal intelligence and insufficient information have turned the battlefield into a polarized trend. One side still has absolute military strength, but it is fragmented and everyone is in danger. One side is just at the right time to pursue the poor bandits without any worries, and Gao Feng has never diverted his attention. To both sides, they just continued to disintegrate the last remaining warriors gathered in the center line.

The guy with the loud voice had been shouting to gather the team, but there were people running away from all directions. He couldn't hold down one hundred, he couldn't hold down two, he couldn't hold down twenty, and one of them was in a daze. When he faced Gao Feng, all pride and arrogance disappeared from his mind. He rushed towards Gao Feng with passion, and regardless of the age gap between them, he waved his mandible and rushed towards Gao Feng.

Gao Feng touched the pistol with both hands. His mind flashed and he gave up immediately. The man in front of him seemed to be immortal. He drew out the scimitar of death and faced him. The huge mandible was like a long-handled scythe and swung down towards Gao Feng. The scimitar of death crossed in front of him. , amidst the violent collision, shattered animal teeth flew in all directions, and the huge repulsive force caused Gao Feng to fly backwards for three to five meters. His feet pulled out two grooves on the ground, and he looked at the same thing in surprise. Surprised man.

"You lost..." Gao Feng only said three words. Around the two of them, there were shouts and wailings, and the screams were like the noise of a vegetable market.

"I haven't lost yet..." The man answered Gao Feng with his own roar, swung his mandible again and rushed towards Gao Feng. This time Gao Feng released his death scimitar with both hands and suddenly accelerated towards the man, slashing his mandible horizontally. In an instant, he suddenly slid forward and rolled forward on the ground. With his hands on the ground, he popped his right foot up and kicked the man's elbow hard.

The mandible suddenly lost control, and the man's arms led him to take a step back. At this moment, Gao Feng's sweeping leg hooked the man's heel and pulled the man to the ground violently. The man fell to the ground with a roar. , stretched out his hands to support the ground, and before he could lie down, the sharp and cold saw-tooth scimitar was already hanging on his throat...

"Great Elder? Are you just going to let them go?" The second elder was very unwilling. According to the rules of the Western Wilderness, all the deserters who were defeated by them would die. Those who survived would all be indentured slaves. Everything for the losers would be It was the trophy of the victor, but Gao Feng just let them go without even confiscating their weapons, and allowed these people to leave?

This is not just a question for the second elder, but also for most of the soldiers. Eight hundred people fighting against three thousand people is a heroic battle at any time. Everyone who attacks is determined to live or die. If they win, they should have something. Gao Feng handed over the right to enjoy the fruits of victory to others, how could they be willing to do so?

"Yes, why don't we use Yuan Tu's crossbow and long bow? Maybe I can defeat them with only a dozen people killed, unlike now, more than a hundred people died..."

This was what the Black Claw Warrior said, and his mood seemed very low. The centurions he was responsible for were almost completely lost. There were only less than twenty who seemed to be intact, and the rest were almost killed.

"Is this what you asked? Do you want to rebel?" With a loud roar, the violent pole rushed up, waving the fang knife in his hand in a demonstrative manner, and the terrifying and vicious cheek muscles twisted, as if he was choosing and devouring people. demon.

"You don't want to think about it. What food and food were not brought by the great elder? What did you eat in the Western Wilderness? What did you eat here? Did you miss the meat in the meal? Isn't it just a few? Is it a slave? What’s it compared to what you eat in your stomach?”

Zhuangzi's words with a gun and a stick in his mouth made everyone feel ashamed at the same time. Zhuangzi was right. During this period, they had broth or barbecue for every meal, as well as pasta made from wilderness wheat. Which meal was not eaten? Are they full of oil? All of this was earned by Gao Feng and really had nothing to do with them.

"Uncle Gongzi, stop scolding, I still have to tell them some things..." Gao Feng was not angry or depressed. Providing food and salary to the soldiers was a normal thing for Gao Feng. He was just a tribe. The finances here did not allow it, and he had no taxes. Otherwise, he would be willing to pay more to reward the soldiers. After all, what they paid was their lives.

"We can defeat three thousand deserters, but the deserters will send out thirty thousand or one hundred and thirty thousand again. By that time, no matter how strong our defenses are, we won't be able to hold on for long..."

When Gao Feng said this, many people's expressions changed. There are only more than 3,000 men in the Tianzhao tribe who can survive, and only two-thirds can go to the battlefield. 800 men may be able to defeat 3,000, but 2,000 men will definitely not be able to fight. Thirty thousand.

"You are not in need of indentured slaves. There is no land for you to plant. Even if you are given indentured slaves, you will not be able to feed you, so the loot is dispensable. Wait and let the pole bring you useful things from the supplies. compensate……."

Gao Gao's words made many warriors who went out to fight feel guilty. They waved their hands and said no, but were stopped by Gao Gao's solemn eyes.

"You are fighting for the tribe, and this is the tribe's compensation for you. Of course, the men who died in the battle will be compensated three times, and their descendants will also be uniformly supported until adulthood. As long as the tribe does not perish, you will never need to worry. My descendants have nothing to eat.”

It can be seen from the indifference of Huoya Grandma to Huoya Ada that the tribal pension system is very bad. Warriors have no protection and will not receive preferential treatment if they die in battle. If those disabled tribal warriors cannot fight, they will not be able to live well. It was just a little bit better than a personal slave, so the Elaeagnus land and indentured slaves became important. Now that these things were not available to the tribal warriors, Gao Feng naturally took on their worries.

After the explanation, the warriors and slaves were satisfied, but there was still a thorn in their hearts. Why were crossbows and longbows not used in the final battle? How many fewer people will die this way?

"Actually, I can minimize the casualties, and there is no need for many people to die..." Gao Feng was a warrior in his previous life. He understood what these people were thinking, and spoke out the doubts in everyone's mind, with a hint of emotion in his words. Feeling sad, the Black Claw warrior who asked before scratched his head uncomfortably. It seemed that he had asked this question.

"However, even if we win, the Desolate people will still not be convinced. They will think that we relied on weapons and good food to win. In order to take revenge, maybe they will gather more Desolate warriors to come over. Our purpose is not to kill How many desolate warriors can survive, so we don’t rely on these things and can defeat three thousand desolate people in an upright manner. Just imagine, we can defeat four times as many desolate people without using this weapon. If we have these Weapons, how many barbarians can we defeat?"

When Gao Feng said this, everyone felt excited, and a number flashed in almost everyone's mind: "Ten times..."

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