Apocalyptic Dark Age

The pistol was supposed to spit out flames and shoot deadly projectiles, just like what he remembered, but this time, the firing pin driven by the trigger of the pistol was like hitting a stone. It made a muffled sound and then stopped moving. The accident of the pistol made Gao Feng To his surprise, the blade that cut across the ground had already reached his waist. In just a moment, Gao Feng would be cut in half.

The round pebbles roared towards Gao Feng's waist and hit hard on the blade, breaking into two pieces with a thud. However, Gao Feng got the chance, kicked his feet on the ground, somersaulted backwards, and rolled continuously.

Hua Ya threw the pebbles and then had no more weapons. The barren warrior glanced at Hua Ya sarcastically, swung his knife again, drew a complete semicircle on the ground, and covered Gao Feng. In extreme fear, Gao Feng's body first withdrew. His thoughts rolled forward again, just in time to avoid the blade.

The pistol has been fired three times in a row, but all three times made him despair. The firelight illuminated the night sky, giving the dark night sky a different kind of demonic red. However, Gao Feng had no time to appreciate this beauty. The cold blade was beside him again and again. Swirling around, he could be cut into pieces at any time.

"Ah!!!" Under the firelight, only the big yellow tooth with a gap in the entire cheek was the most eye-catching. The charred spearhead was sharp and tough, and could easily pierce the skin and pierce the bone. After ten years of hard training and dedication, Ah The anger of great revenge made the spear in his hand faster than lightning, piercing straight into the back of the desert warrior.

The spear, which was as fast as lightning and stiff as a dead snake, was strangled tightly by Huang Ren's strong right hand. With a crisp sound, the spear head was broken by the huge force. The tough spear body produced a huge shock at the moment of breaking. The force caused the palm of the angry Huya to split open, and he let out a desperate roar while looking at the flying spear body.

At this moment, Huo Ya only hated himself for being incompetent, unable to help Gao Feng, unable to avenge A Da. Under the blade of the desolate man, he did not expect to avoid it. He just looked at the desolate soldier blankly, waiting. Killed by a knife.

"Ouch..." Gao Feng roared, and ran like an ape to the back of the desolate soldier's muscles. His left arm strangled the desolate soldier's neck tightly, and the gun handle of his right hand hit the desolate man hard. On the warrior's temple, neither the tribe warriors nor the desert warriors who were fighting around him noticed that in a corner not far away from them, two underage attendants were fighting to the death with the warriors of the desert tribe second only to the Night Demon. .

The handle of the gun hit the temple of the deserter warrior again and again, splashing blood. The fang knife struck by the deserter warrior rubbed Hua Ya's side and fell into the air.

The Huangren warrior roared, stretched out his hand and grabbed Gao Feng's hair, pulling hard, but Gao Feng wouldn't let go and smashed the gun handle again and again.

The splattered blood and the muffled sound of the impact made the Huangren warrior feel dizzy with a blank brain. Finally, he couldn't help it. His left hand that grabbed Gao Feng's hair suddenly exerted an unprecedented force, and he pulled Gao Feng in front of him as if he was pulling his clothes. of ground.

The moment he hit the ground, his chest went numb, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't have the strength to get up. A heart-rending cry came from behind, like a mad calf, slamming into the solid eight-pack abs of the deserter warrior. On the top, the timing of this end was perfect. The desert warrior had just torn off the fatal peak and threw it to the ground when he received this hard blow. He couldn't help but take a step back, but the fang knife in his hand was slashed down, and the sharp blade came from Huoya's left shoulder slid all the way to his right flank.

Hua Ya screamed and fell to the ground. Before he could hit the ground, Gao Feng suddenly bounced up and kicked the desolate warrior hard on the balls. He heard a subtle but clear crisp sound in the chaotic night. The human warrior suddenly leaned back, looked at the night sky lit red by the flames, slowly opened his big mouth, and let out a deafening miserable wail.

The next second, the desert warrior threw away the fang knife, covered his crotch, wrinkled his facial features tightly into pickles, opened his mouth and made a strange hissing sound, suddenly awakening where he was, he looked up, but I saw my fang knife flash past...

"Go on, your death can't be in vain..." Gao Feng threw the fang knife in his hand to Hua Ya, shouted loudly, but picked up his own saber.

"Are you dead...?" The thrown head fell at the foot of Gaofeng with a dead look, but Gaofeng looked at the undulating belly of Hua Ya on the ground, and gurgling blood kept pouring out from the wound that almost cut Hua Ya across.

"I can still kill..." Seeing the dead-looking head, Huaya suddenly gained strength. He landed on the ground, picked up sand and rubbed it randomly on the wound. After the severe pain of grinning, the blood flowing out of the wound slowed down. , picked up the Fang Knife on the ground, Huo Ya immediately rushed towards the catapult intuitively.

The pistol was stained with the blood of the Desolate Soldiers, but Gao Feng almost died on it. He raised his hand bitterly, ready to throw it out, but stopped at the next moment, let out an angry roar, and charged at the Desolate Soldiers who had reached the edge of the trebuchet. go.

Only one of the ten trebuchets was still projecting, and less than one-third of the more than a hundred people who had previously invaded the camp with the peak were left. In the direction where they struggled to resist, there were ugly heads on the densely packed heads of countless desert warriors. And twisted anger.

It seemed that all the desert warriors were concentrating on their side, and it might not take long before they would flood in and drown them all.

Gao Feng picked up a burning stick and ran wildly, passing by another desolate man who broke through the front line. The bright torch hit the desolate man's face and scattered sparks. The desolate man rose into the air and landed heavily on the ground. , covering his cheeks and wailing.

The dark spear stabbed towards the peak like lightning from a preying poisonous snake, and was swung away by the torch. The torch drew an elegant and undulating trajectory in the air, illuminating the twisted face in the darkness. The next moment, the sharp jagged scimitar stabbed. Entered the cold eyes. The serrated blade was stirred and pulled out, cutting half of the cheek.

Before the blood spurted out, he was kicked hard in the heart by a flying kick. The flying Huangren warrior knocked down a group of people behind him. His agile figure followed the guy like a shadow and rushed in behind him, running through the crowd like a wolf. Diamond Butterfly, the knife danced rapidly, stabbing the deserter warrior before he could react.

The unique blood groove of the saber can easily tear and deform the wound, and the blood spurted out is like a high-pressure faucet splashing everywhere, but Huangren is not afraid of death, and pounces on him even more crazily, waving the weapon in his hand and raining down on the peak. Falling down, Gao Feng was finally forced back, and at this time, even the last trebuchet could hardly be saved.

"Can't hold it anymore, run away..." The casualties were 80%. All the fierce tribal warriors died in the battle, leaving only the young attendants and timid slaves. Seeing the endless killing of the deserters, they became even more... They were rushing toward them crazily, their strength was gone, they could no longer hold on, and they knew that if they could escape, they would become tribal warriors, and there was no need to leave their lives here.

"Where are you going to run away? Do you have water..." Gao Feng leaned against a deserter warrior with his shoulder and stabbed the other man's heart with his sword. Before he could pull it out, two fanged knives struck one left and one right. He chopped it down, forcing him to let go of the spur and retreat, leaving only the extinguished torch in his hand.

Gao Feng's rhetorical question left the rest of the people wondering what to do.

"Hold on, people from the tribe will come to save us..." Gao Feng also felt exhausted, panting violently and persisted, convincing them with reasons he knew were impossible.

Huoya slammed the mallet down with a sullen face, and there was a sound of popping cotton. The throwing rod hit hard, and a bright red fireball was thrown. When he stretched out his bloody hands and pulled up the rope again, he found that It couldn't be pulled, and then it was discovered that all the people who helped operate the trebuchet had turned around to resist the deserted man.

"Prepare..." The word "escape" was in Gao Feng's throat. The only reason they stayed here was to give the large army a chance to fight for the Chaos Deserters. Now the last trebuchet has been lost. There was no reason to stay here anymore, and there might not be a chance to take back the tribe later, but they had done their best.

Huoya let out a shrill howl, raised an unlit incendiary bomb with both hands and threw it at the desolate man. He didn't want to escape, he wanted to kill him. In his heart, all the desolate people here were meant to kill him. Ada's accomplice.

The fire flashed and the incendiary bomb was ignited the moment it flew past the peak. Although it was not completely ignited, it caused chaos among the deserters.

"Throw the fireball over..." Huangren prepared a lot of incendiary bombs, but so far, there are not many left. Gao Feng saw the opportunity, and unlike others, he just wanted to delay for a while and get a chance to escape.

The burning fireballs rolled out under the kicks of everyone's feet and smashed into the middle of the deserted people.

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