Apocalyptic Dark Age

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..." A burst of hot air sprayed on Gao Feng's neck, making his hair stand up. He turned around suddenly and bumped into Huo Ya's head. The two hugged their heads and screamed at the same time. Before Gao Feng could get angry, Huo Ya, who came over to ask for a beating, said first: "The Huang Hou tribe sent people to patrol on both sides. It seems that they want to find a way to climb up. I'm afraid they will find the hiding place of those guys behind..." Gao Feng's heart jumped when he heard this. He immediately looked at Huang Hou. He turned his head and saw from the observation hole that those walking firepower platforms had been stepping back and forth in the same place, and there was no trend of moving forward. Although their arrows seemed fierce, none of them fell on the fortifications. Obviously, the other party was trying to find their flaws and surprise them. "Let Gan Zi take the people down. No matter how many people come, kill them..." Gao Feng gave the order without thinking. His contempt for Huang Hou was restrained a little. Obviously, the other party was not a fool. Huoya nodded and ran out quickly. A tribal warrior beside him whispered to Gao Feng: "Do you want to use the crossbow? They are within our shooting range. I guarantee that I can kill at least twenty of their large animals..."

The tribal warrior's proposal was based on the shooting range of the torsion crossbow. The crossbows they sold were defective and had a shooting range of only two-thirds of their own equipment. Once the torsion crossbows they hid on the hilltop were fired, the opponent would suffer a storm-like blow, and it would be no problem to kill twenty thick-skinned and tough beasts.

"Don't act rashly. The torsion crossbow must be reserved for use at a critical moment..." Gao Feng did not agree to the warrior's proposal. For him, the Huanghu tribe did not need to be taken too seriously. He did not want to expose his strength to the barbarians too early. If there was only a fist-sized dog behind the barbarians, they would not care. If the dog turned into a man-eating wolf, don't expect them to concentrate on dealing with the clumsy elephant in the Fortress of Despair.

The most lively battlefield was in front of the valley, but the most brutal battlefield was on both sides of the mountain. The Huanghu tribe sent out hundreds of the most elite scouts to find places to go up the mountain on both sides of the mountain. They easily found the footprints of the people who had evacuated to the back of the mountain before. They followed the footprints to search forward, but did not notice that there were always eyes staring at them on the empty cliff.

When the first rope ladder came down from the top of the mountain, the real battle officially began.

For Gao Feng, this battle was a battle of wits rather than courage. The rhythm of the battle must be controlled within the scope of the dog biting, so as not to let the barbarian camp feel that there was a hungry wolf lurking here, and at the same time, the Huanghu tribe must believe that they can eventually seize the Beilong Canyon and buy as much time as possible.

To be honest, no one except Gao Feng himself could see the overall situation of this strategy. Everyone had only one thought: war is a life-and-death struggle. Just pick up a knife and chop. If you win, you live, and if you lose, you die. There is no need to think too much.

Therefore, many of Gao Feng's decisions were not understood. Just like at this time, even when the battle was at its most intense and the valley entrance was about to be breached, Gao Feng never issued an order to cut off the valley entrance.

The black smoke on the top of the mountain was floating everywhere, and the rolling flames burned on the logs. The fireballs across the sky were like raindrops hitting the positions on the top of the mountain and breaking apart. The splashing flames ignited the wooden bunkers. From time to time, warriors or slaves with their bodies on fire could be seen escaping from them, falling to the ground with screams and turning into a charred corpse.

Both hills were covered by flames and smoke, and all the combatants had a fire in their hearts. So far, they have always been suppressed and have never fought back, just because Gao Feng did not issue an order to attack.

The burning smoke created a suffocating poisonous gas, and the roar of the whistling fireballs hitting the ground made many people have phobias in their hearts. No one could say for sure whether the next one would hit their heads? The shouts and cries of killing at the foot of the mountain came one after another, making people feel extremely frustrated and entangled. The soldiers on the two hills couldn't help but curse Gao Feng in their hearts.

Gao Feng had been observing in the bunker and got more information. He knew from the beginning of the battle that the main battlefield must not be on the two peaks, nor in the canyon below, but in the scattered battlefields around the two peaks. No one knew the defense system and the terrible degree of Beilong Canyon better than Shi Peng. Although Gao Feng defended him a lot, there were always clues.

"Boom..." There was a loud bang, and a heat wave suddenly rushed from the exit behind him. The next moment Gao Feng was knocked away. Before he landed, he saw a tribal warrior's shoulder pierced by a wooden thorn as thick as an arm. When he landed, the dust and smoke rushing in from outside, as well as sparks, filled the entire bunker.

Gao Feng coughed and dragged the tribal warrior out of the bunker. The thick smoke instantly turned him into charcoal. When he looked around with only the white of his eyes left, he was shocked even though he had been prepared. There were burning flames and thick smoke everywhere around him, combatants running in panic, weapons scattered on the ground, and torsion crossbows destroyed in the shelter trench.

He took out a wet piece of cloth and covered the mouth and nose of the tribal warrior. Gao Feng carried him on his shoulders and ran back. The whistling fireballs exploded one after another on the top of the mountain, with the characteristics of shrapnel. What frightened people was not the power of the fireballs, but that no one knew where they would fall back the next moment.

Confusion, fear, frustration, and the despair of not being able to find a safe place are the psychology of the guardians of the two mountains. The peak did not comfort him. The bursting fireball was like a snowball thrown by a child, among the falling fireballs. , he could always dodge before hitting his side, and even had the heart to rescue others. On his way from the top of the mountain to the safe zone 300 meters away, he kicked seven people away in succession, and also made These seven people were spared pain or death.

In the resettlement area 300 meters away, many wounded people were already lying there wailing. Most of them were unable to see due to the thick smoke, and some were burned by the flames. But there were also some who were unlucky. The second elder and a group of strong women quickly treated the wounded who were burned into curling cokes. The women carried the heavy ones on their shoulders and evacuated them to the rear, while the lighter ones waited until they were better before going to the battlefield.

"What's going on over there at the pole?" Gao Feng asked in a relaxed and natural manner, wiping the black smoke from his face with a wet towel, while the second elder looked intently at the exploding fireworks in the distance.

"It doesn't matter, this thing doesn't have much effect. Huang Jian can't attack the mountain with this thing. It'll be fine after they get familiar with it for a while. If someone uses fireballs in the future, it won't be able to hurt them..."

Gao Feng finally told the reason why all the guards complained, but he wanted the warriors of the Tianclaw tribe to experience the real battlefield and let them become familiar with this new fighting method. Gao Feng had an intuition that in the future, they might encounter people who wanted to fight. A battle to the level of the Fortress of Despair.

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