Apocalyptic Dark Age

Gao Feng made a decision and immediately had the desire to take action. Just like what the pole said, things are not that bad. Sometimes confidence is lost inexplicably, and sometimes it comes back inexplicably. Gao Feng has re-established confidence, and Gao Feng has motivation and face. Courage for everything.

Gao Feng was not lacking in mobility. Under his order, the transfer center mobilized quickly. The slaves, women and children who had just finished building the water cellar also arrived at the transfer center in small carts, including Yan Huan's tribe of desolate people. While relocating, Gao Feng decided to gather all the tribes in the wilderness under his command.

At the place where the tribe was robbed at the peak of the day, the strong warriors of the wilderness looked uneasily into the vast wilderness. The last peak had robbed a quarter of the tribe's food, causing them to start to lack food. Every day, indentured servants starved to death. , everyone's food is strictly controlled, otherwise the desert people will starve to death.

At this moment, the desert warriors sincerely hope that the leader can return to the tribe. The elders have no problem managing the tribe, but they will be blinded when facing foreign enemies. Under the strong threat of Gao Feng, thousands of desert warriors do not even have the courage to take action. It was a fatal insult to them to watch the other side steal the food, and they were eager to get their leader back for revenge.

This desert warrior was the strongest warrior. He was the one who pointed at the peak with his horn that day. He did not lack the courage to fight. In order to wash away his shame, he stood on the top of the mountain every day to look out at the enemy, and swore in his heart that, If that protector comes again, I have to stop him even if I risk my life.

The figure of Gao Feng, who was wrapped in metal armor, flashed in his mind, and his whole person suddenly trembled. His mind was filled with rising fighting spirit. Just when he imagined killing Gao Feng, or being killed by Gao Feng, a round thing appeared in his mind. Falling in front of him from the howling cold wind, startling him awake.

Before he could clearly see what was under the ground, he heard the shrill wails from his companions. The next moment, he also began to wail, because he saw clearly that the head on the ground was the leader of the protector who had been thinking about it day and night.

In the midst of their howls, more than a dozen desolate people ran out of the house at the back, but instead of looking at the heads, they looked at the sky in horror, flapping their huge wings to fan the windy and snowy peaks.

There was not much difference between the peak and the day. Except that there was no double-moon ax in the hand and a pair of wings on the back, there was no change. However, such a peak frightened them even more than holding the axe.

The fighting spirit that had filled his heart before was like snow flakes in boiling water. It melted cleanly. The legs of the strong desert warrior fell to the ground one after another, and he picked up the head on the ground and wailed loudly. Looking at Gao Feng, his turbid pupils were full of despair and sadness. .

It's not that he loves the leader very much, but after losing the leader, their fate will be very miserable, and the entire tribe may be wiped out.

Gao Feng was suspended in the air, looking indifferently at the sad desert warrior on the ground holding a human head. He recognized this guy, but didn't pay attention. He suddenly waved his right arm, and a long metal flagpole flew out of his hand. Firmly inserted into the ground on the top of the mountain, the trembling flagpole opened the wrapped flag, and a temperament woven with metal threads fluttered and danced in the strong wind on the top of the mountain.

After the flagpole was officially erected, the peak slowly descended among the warriors of the wilderness, grabbed the head from the soldier's arms and hung it on the flagpole, waiting for the warriors of the wilderness to gather around.

The most powerful desert warrior seemed to have lost his spine. He sat on the ground sluggishly, looking at Gao Feng's feet. He completely lost the courage to resist. Even a child could kill him at this moment, because his heart was already dead. It's impossible to resist.

More and more desert warriors ran out of their homes on the mountainside and gathered around the top of the mountain noisily. When they saw the human head hanging on the flagpole, their legs became weak and they knelt on the ground. They couldn't even resist. No courage.

The status of the protector in the hearts of the desolate warriors far exceeded Gao Feng's estimation. When all the desolate warriors were kneeling on the top of the mountain, several well-dressed desolate elders and stewards came up together and squeezed through the dense crowd of desolate warriors. Walking up to Gao Feng and kneeling down meant that the entire tribe had surrendered to Gao Feng. No matter whether Gao Feng demoted them as indentured slaves or robbed them of everything, they would have nothing to say...

The entire western wilderness became active during the lonely snowfall season. Groups of desert warriors were driven out of their homes and joined the migration procession. More desert warriors and indentured servants took up weapons and joined the conquerors. Under the command, they went to the tribes that did not surrender.

First, the tribe lost its protector. When they saw the head of their leader, they compromised without any resistance and acted completely according to the orders of the conqueror. This is the tragedy of not having a strong person. In the wilderness, the ability of the protector was mythical. They were Once the god in the hearts of ordinary people falls, it means that the entire tribe will fall with it.

Hundreds of people gathered into a thousand people, and a thousand people gathered into thousands of people. These people all headed towards the transfer center, and behind them, more desert warriors, led by elite warriors and protectors, headed towards and other unconquered tribes.

Jin Neng, White Tiger, and Luo Xing all followed the expedition team to launch the final intimidation against the desert tribe. Not to mention Gao Feng, they flew around like industrious little bees, acting as liaisons in the middle, and occasionally making cameos as the terrifying demon king descending from the sky.

Time disappears day by day, and the camp behind the transfer center expands day by day, with new people joining in every day. Whether they are deserters or westerners, they are all integrated. Under the brutal suppression of the elite warriors, they have to live with their tails between their legs. , people who cause trouble are beheaded and hung every day.

Troubled times require heavy punishment, and Gao Feng has implemented this very well. Once someone makes trouble, no matter which side they are from, no matter who is right or wrong, they will all be killed as a deterrent. Under this violent dictatorship, the entire camp is in harmony, and then No one dared to explode.

When the expedition team returned with the last tribe, the stretches of tents in the canyon reached dozens of kilometers. The entire population of the wilderness was concentrated here, and the number of troops at the peak also swelled to more than 10,000, including desert warriors and indentured slaves. , if he used women to top up the number, the number would double.

Whether they were desert warriors or indentured slaves, they were all broken up and reorganized. After the reorganization, there was no longer any difference between the deserted warriors and the indentured slaves. They all had the same identity. The soldiers and elite warriors under Gao Feng were also dispersed. , dispersed into the team to become instructors, and handed over to these people the set given to them by Gao Feng.

A team of more than 10,000 people gathered in the wild attack of the deserters that day. It was more spectacular than the tide. Large and small vehicles seized from various tribes were arranged in the team at different intervals across the mountain. Countless people were under the supervision of elite warriors. Standing honestly, Gao Feng felt momentarily dazed, as if the team below was really a battle-hardened army?