Apocalyptic Dark Age

"Is this the desolate man's method?" Mo Ya looked at the wailing warriors and mercenaries on the battlefield in horror. The black smoke from the explosion swept over the entire mountain, and the flying gravel and pottery fragments swept away the panicked warriors and mercenaries one by one. A mercenary's knockdown is not necessarily fatal, but the blow to morale is devastating.

Zhi Moxie stood behind Mo Ya. All the fragments flying towards them would shatter strangely in front of Mo Ya, like dust floating around. His empty eyes could not see anything. Zhi Moxie took a deep breath, shook his head and said : "This is the method of the underground people. This level of attack seems to indicate that the combat technology of the underground people has deteriorated. They should have weapons that can easily flatten the mountains. Except for Jia Luo, no one can resist the super weapon. …….”

Zhi Moxie's words made Mo Ya's face twitch. Watching the family warriors fall to the ground and die wailing, it was a kind of torture for him, the leader of the clan. I heard that the underground people actually had such powerful weapons, and I couldn't help but be surprised:

"Then what if we unite with the underground people, what if they want to fall out with each other in the future?" Mo Ya is deeply worried about joining forces with the underground people. In any case, the underground people had the most brutal life-and-death fight with his ancestors, and the Fan family Almost two-thirds of those who died in battles in the past were lost in battles with the underground people. Even if he wanted to overthrow the top families in the family alliance, he was unwilling to be stabbed by the underground people in the end.

A smile appeared on Zhi Moxie's lips, he touched the cross star scar on his forehead and said casually: "Actually, you can treat the underground as another place of exile. In three hundred years, most of the materials underground have been exhausted. The weapons were all similar to those used fifty years ago. They only have the civilization of the Dream Age and no resources to convert it into weapons. Now they are just a bunch of big rats living underground. Do they need to worry? "

These words made Mo Ya's face brighten up. Zhi Moxie came from the city of Wangyue. Each city-state is a home for high-level families that are difficult for small families to reach. A city like Cuiliu City is to a city-state, just like a small village to a city. , there is no comparison, others don’t care, what else does he care about?

"Why don't you just let go of the defense and let the desolate people come in?" The successive loud noises and billowing smoke also put huge psychological pressure on Mo Ya. He couldn't understand. It had been discussed long ago that the desolate people would capture the Castle of Despair and lure the family. Allied reinforcements came to the rescue and looked for opportunities to continuously consume these reinforcements, but why did they still fight so hard?

"How many warriors are there in your family?" Zhi Moye suddenly asked this irrelevant question, which made Mo Ya slightly stunned. He rolled his eyes and said seriously: "That's you. I won't tell ordinary people about the Washio family. There are 2,000 warriors in total, and they claim to be 1,500..."

"Hmph, there are 3,500 people in total, right?" Zhi Moxie said disdainfully, making Mo Ya's face turn the color of pig liver, and he was amazed at Zhi Moxie's intelligence in his heart.

"Wait until two thousand of your family's warriors are killed in battle before you think about reinforcements. Even if it's a show, it has to be real. Otherwise, how can you let those guys be fooled?"

"What? So many people are going to die?" The ear-splitting roar gradually weakened, and Mo Crow's voice suddenly rose, echoing far away on the top of the mountain. Zhi Moxie was not talking, but just smelled the smell of gunpowder and blood in the air with a look of enjoyment on his face. .

It was getting dark, and Gao Feng took more than a hundred of his men to rest in a remote natural ditch. Weeds grew densely in the ditch, blocking the view from the outside. They did not dare to light a fire. Everyone ate dry food wrapped in grass leaves. Only Gao Feng lay there. He rested his arms in the weeds and looked at the dark red sky.

After resting, Gao Feng knew how to regulate himself. After clearing away all distracting thoughts, his brain became orderly like a disk after being sorted. But it also made him start to reflect on himself. Is it really necessary to go back?

He has done enough for the Tianzhao Tribe, including large food reserves, countless strategic materials, excellent protective fortifications, and even a relatively safe situation for the time being. The Huangjian Tribe was an accident, but Gao Feng believes that, except for the Huangjian Tribe, In addition, the Desolate Man will no longer be distracted by cleaning up other trash fish, so as long as the confrontation in the Fortress of Despair ends, there will be no more problems.

Does that mean he doesn't have to go back? Huo Ya has already obtained the position of the fifth elder. Even if he is not here, no one can replace Huo Ya. The fifth elder is enough for Huo Ya to enjoy a lifetime, and Black Claw has become Tian Claw. Xian Feng Jialuo is enough for him to repay the debt he owes Tian Claw. Everything, in addition, even the issue of heirs was solved. The two servants Black Claw found for him were both half-brothers of Three Claws. They originally had no status, but had the opportunity to become an elder. Gao Feng was also during this time Teach them a lot of things.

Gao Feng thought that he had done his duty, brought the tribe out from the western wilderness, and given them so many benefits. It seemed that he could dodge people, but he didn't know why, but he just couldn't let go.

He asked himself that he could drop everything to find Kaiyue, find a chance to join the Deserter tribe, and find his own happy life, but he still couldn't make this decision.

"Tong..." A man fell from the ditch and landed in front of the peak. His eyelids jumped and he couldn't help but look over. He saw it was a tribal warrior wearing armor. This warrior from the Huangjian tribe was equipped with extremely luxurious equipment. , the armor that was originally only used for defense could only have been inlaid with some horns or iron sheets, but this guy ingeniously made some flashy decorations to decorate his body, even his helmet was dyed green with bright colors.

This guy is only in his twenties, with thin cheeks and white flesh. He looks pampered and has no rough calluses on his hands. All the weapons on his body have been confiscated, but there is no anger or unruliness in his eyes, but only panic and cowardice. , it is really not easy to associate with the toughness of tribal warriors.

"Great Elder, he came out to defecate and was caught by us. Let's ask clearly. The Huangjian tribe is planning to attack us. How to deal with him?"

Two capable pro-slaves jumped down from above and squatted in front of Gao Feng to report in a low voice. Gao Feng felt a little disgusted with the guy in front of him. He shook his head and said: "Let's deal with it. Remember to take off the leather armor..."

The man opened his mouth in fear and wanted to scream, but his mouth was blocked by a throwing stick inserted into it. He was dragged away like a dead dog, and soon a muffled sound was heard.

"Should we keep him? The more guys like this, the more beneficial it will be for us?" Looking at the gorgeous armor at his feet, Gao Feng thought...

The human war spread in the barren wilderness. The war between Beilong Canyon and the Fortress of Despair broke out almost at the same time. Huang Jian did not say anything to persuade him to surrender, nor did he even come forward in person to arrange an army to move the two peaks and canyons. The entrance was surrounded at once, and before they could take a breath, the brutal attack began.

The first ones to take action were not the infantry, but the firepower platform modified by one hundred and twenty camel beasts. The camel beasts approached the cliff with heavy steps and fired out sharp crossbow arrows, most of which fell on the cliff. The ground below looked like a jungle, but there was no movement in the fortifications above the cliff.

Gao Feng was guarding the top of the mountain on the left, keeping a close eye on the opponent's war beasts through the observation hole in the mountain. He returned to the canyon last night, reported the enemy's situation, and then prepared for battle, although he had always been prepared for this day. .

{Piaotian Literature

www.piaotia.com

Thank you all book friends for your support, your support is our biggest motivation}