Apocalyptic Dark Age

No one cares about the chaos here. Most of the people are at the edge of the wall, launching a counterattack against the barren people swarming below. The crossbows are quickly cocked, and the men pulling the ropes are naked to the upper body, like trackers, fighting for their lives. They pulled the rope to fully pull the crossbow string of the bed crossbow. On their bodies, the purple scars were like abnormally colored cowhide, all over their backs. Many places were cracked and black blood was flowing out, but they still pulled desperately.

One after another, the crossbow arrows were quickly inserted into the arrow trough without aiming. He swung the mallet and hit the trigger hard, and instantly launched five crossbow arrows with fine steel arrows. Without waiting for the observation results, he re-cocked the arrow again with a roar. In the process, just below the crossbow on the bed, countless desert warriors were naked to the waist, roaring like wild beasts and climbing towards the wall.

The smell of blood on the wall is as strong as the smell of hell. The wall has been dyed bright red. Large areas of blood are flowing on the ground. The blood in many places forms plasma and spreads a thick layer on the ground. The warrior running on it accidentally He would fall in the air and hit the plasma, splattering thick and slippery black adhesive liquid.

It was impossible for the warriors to stand on the wall and watch the trebuchets or crossbows being fired. Siege ladders with steel hooks hung one after another on the wall, and new siege ladders were coming up at any time like pulleys. At the next moment, the wall was hung up, and ferocious desolate warriors appeared like human skeletons.

There are also a large number of tribal warriors wearing animal skin armor among the desert warriors. They are more ferocious than the desert warriors. They are all southern tribal warriors who were previously rejected by the Fortress of Despair. They have the resentment of being abandoned like vengeful ghosts. They jumped on the city top and rushed towards the well-equipped warriors. Even if they were knocked away by metal armor or killed by sharp swords at the first opportunity, they still had to bite the family warriors who looked like metal cans with their teeth.

The fighting here has no rules, no formations, no coordination, and even no direction. In everyone's eyes, there are only living enemies. Kill the opponent or be killed by the opponent. Even the deserters who attack the city don't care whether the retreat is cut off. , like big crabs running rampant at the city gate, fighting to the last moment among the swarming warriors.

The samurai know how to fight better than the desolate man. Some of the warriors held up broken and mottled shields to block the desolate man's attack. Others went around behind the desolate man and cut off the iron hooks hanging on the wall with their swords. The thrown spear pierced the armor. He let go of the sword and rolled down the wall with a howl. He smashed into the densely packed desert. He was instantly stripped of his armor and turned into a naked corpse.

The fighting was brutal on the central wall, with heads flying, severed limbs raining down, and countless corpses piled on top of the wall. Outside the wall, looking up from the countless desolate people swarming below, one could see huge buildings. The carts were parallel to the wall, and each cart was studded with hedgehog-like crossbow arrows. Almost 80% of the crossbow arrows were nailed to the carts, simply because the carts were the most lethal weapon against the wall.

Each building has a bed crossbow. The torsion bed crossbow produced in Beilong Canyon is more powerful than the metal bed crossbow on the wall. The bed crossbow of Despair Fortress can fire five crossbow arrows at one time, forming a metal storm in the shortest time. Such violent winds and rains are as powerful as natural disasters to the poorly equipped desert warriors, but they are still inferior in range. The torsion bed crossbow, even at a distance of only 150 meters, is evenly divided in strength. The metal bed of each crossbow arrow is too powerful.

The huge crossbow arrows like spears have unimaginable penetrating power. More than once, two family warriors were nailed by the same crossbow arrow at the moment when they met each other. Family warriors who were nailed to the ground and died without falling could be seen everywhere on the wall. The spears dyed black with plasma were like tombstones, shocking the hearts of every family warrior who ran past.

On the wall, dozens of warriors or more desert warriors died every minute, but compared to the two tall mountain peaks, they were like children playing.

Countless monkey-like creatures flying in the sky kept swooping in the air, making ear-piercing screams. Then there was a roar, and a cloud of black smoke exploded on the top of the mountain. The diffuse smoke covered the sky, but there was no way to deal with this kind of creature. Any influence caused by the creatures will only block these creatures, causing panic caused by their elusiveness.

There were more desert warriors and tribal warriors than in the middle line, like a black tide, flowing up the hillside. The dense crowd crowded the hillside, as if even the tip of a needle could not fit in, and the rotating logs were spinning. The crowd rolled around, knocking away countless barren warriors. The barbarian warriors and tribal warriors who were knocked away were like scattered black sesame seeds, falling into the crowd one after another, and being crowded under their feet.

The tumbling logs cannot achieve the maximum lethality. Dozens of them are jumping in the crowd, like flea protectors, and there is no moment of peace. Whenever a log appears, they will swarm up and tear these logs into pieces in the air, even if the pieces are smashed. The desolate warriors still have strong lethality, which is much better than the original wood.

It is the protector who ensures that most of the desert warriors can rush up the mountain without being affected by the main defense measures on the mountain. However, the defenders on the mountain have been bombarded and cannot push down all the logs. The strategic materials behind them are also If it cannot be sent up, the pressure on the two hills will be much greater than the wall in the middle.

On the top of two mountains, thousands of warriors and many times their retinues fought against ten times the number of desert warriors. The rain of arrows in the sky was like a dark cloud that would never dissipate, shrouding the middle of the desert people, layer after layer. The corpses of the deserted people on the first floor are like hills, constantly increasing the altitude of the mountain.

The noisy shouts and fighting even covered up the loud noise of the black powder explosion. Thousands of people were fighting on the top of the mountain. The warriors and warriors were crowded together, hacking and stabbing the weapons in their hands without any rules. At the same time, he was also slashed and stabbed by the opponent.

Here, the strength of personal martial arts is irrelevant. Most people don't even have a chance to take action before being pierced by more than a dozen spears. The powerful Huangren warriors killed their opponents more than once, but they were killed by The tortoise-shell-like metal armor blocked him, and he was suffocated by the crossbow arrows fired from behind by the warrior, which pierced his neck.

Here, the most lethal weapons are not the swords and guns, but the spears and crossbows flying in the air above the battle line. Behind the warriors fighting hard, the servants raise their bows and crossbows and keep throwing them. As long as they don't fall on themselves, they won't go at all. No matter where the bow fell, the fingers were cut by the bow string, exposing the thick phalanges, but there was no pain. He just numbly wound the string, hung the arrow, and shot.

But they were not safe. From time to time, round clay pots were thrown in front of and behind them. In the thick black smoke, they fell to the ground and howled in pain. Among the flying shrapnel, they were lucky to be killed immediately. Yes, due to inferior weapons, most people were injured but could not die. There was no one to rescue them. They could only struggle painfully on the battlefield, bleed dry and die of pain, or be drowned alive by the blood flowing on the mountain. die.

A river of blood surged on the top of the mountain. Too many people died here, causing the land on the top of the mountain to absorb blood and reach saturation. A stream of blood flowed down the hillside, as if the entire mountain was bleeding and fighting for several days. The blood actually flowed hundreds of meters away, forming a small bloody stream at the foot of the mountain.

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