Apocalyptic Dark Age

Along the way, you can see a lot of desert warriors running around like a torrent. They are the scouts monitoring the peak, but they never expected that the peak has gathered an army of ten thousand people to attack. The army is rolling down like a torrent, and the well-formed team has not He didn't care about the fleeing guy and marched in silence, but this was even more chilling.

The team of tens of thousands of people is no longer a lazy swarm, but a powerful giant. Facing the gathered army, the desert people feel like ants in front of the giant, so weak and powerless, which makes them despair. Invincible heart.

This is the momentum. The large and powerful team slowly pushed into the armadillo tribe.

After the snow fell, the Diji tribe stood in the snow like a white-headed man. The Diji tribe was five times larger than when it first appeared on the peak. The tents surrounded the Di tribe in the center, behind the Di tribe. The towering walls are looming.

Mantou's army is gathering under the wall, and almost all tents have been abandoned. It is obvious that Mantou has no confidence in defeating the peak.

In the tent area, there is one of the dirtiest places. There are no buildings, only dozens of huge pits. The pits are connected to each other. On the snow above the pits, feces mixed with urine are frozen. Ice lumps, as well as some broken pieces of cloth and animal skins, scattered simple tools, and debris piled everywhere like garbage. You can even see some chipped pottery bowls and jugs placed next to the dung pile.

The environment here is extremely harsh. Under the big pit, you can see black straw mats, which are almost soaked in snow water. Someone dug caves the size of water tanks on the edge of the pit. There are also caves in these caves. You can see the frozen bodies of the indentured slaves.

This is where the indentured slaves live. There are still some indentured slaves here, less than 400 of them, all huddled in one of the pits. After the pit was occupied by layers of militiamen, they all noticed the desperate wailing, closed their eyes and waited. die.

Then, the militiamen separated, revealing Gao Feng who was riding a hunting wolf. Gao Feng covered his nose and looked at the dirty and smelly indentured servants below, frowned slightly, turned to look at the cooked leather next to him and said:

"Are they all indentured slaves? Why do I feel that they are fatter than the desert people?"

Gao Feng's inquiry made Shu Pizi not sure what to say. When Gao Feng found them, they were all as thin as skeletons. Seeing these fat and strong indentured slaves, even Shu Pizi was a little jealous of them. How much food do they need to eat to grow? Like this?

"My lord..., my lord, I know Mantou is there, I know where Mantou is..."

Amidst the panicked shouts, a disheveled guy stood up from among the indentured slaves, waved his arms and shouted loudly. Gao Feng squinted at this guy and found that the other indentured slaves were in awe of this guy, thinking he was one of the indentured slaves. The leader asked him to come up to him.

"I am Haru from the Hengdao Tribe. Man Tou is a cruel person. I have killed thousands of indentured slaves, so that I can be shameless companions. I know that Man Tou will be killed by the adults, so I hid here in advance just to wait for the adults. come over……."

Although Haru looked inconspicuous, his mouth was eloquent. The simple-minded militiamen around him looked at Haru with strange expressions, but they did not expect that this guy had expected it before they set off. How smart would it be to hide here in one step?

Gao Feng looked down at the guy in front of him and saw his flashing eyes and hidden panic. He didn't believe what this guy said and continued to say to Shupizi:

"Let all the indentured servants come out, tidy up, and join the team..."

"My lord, we cannot allow them to join us..."

Suddenly someone shouted loudly. Gao Feng turned around and found that it was an honest and dull militiaman who was shouting. This militiaman had a blue-black whip mark on his face. The whip marks broke the flesh and were necrotic by low temperature freezing. The skin on both sides was black and swollen. Large, with yellow pus, occupying two-thirds of the face, which made Gao Feng wonder, how could such a person get into the team?

"You..., I know you, you are a spy of the Desolate Man, sir, kill him, he is a spy sent by the Desolate Man among you..."

Haru, who is a deserter, identified this miserable guy as a spy, which caused many people to shout in low voices. Most of the militiamen present were deserters. Haru did not understand this, but under provocation, he became jealous.

"Pa..." The militiaman did not panic when Haru identified him. He swung his spear and hit Haru's legs and wrists hard, causing Haru to roll on the ground and howl. He knocked Haru over. This guy Letting out a breath of bad breath, he suddenly knelt on the ground and cried loudly.

"They're dead, they're all dead, they're all dead, sir..."

His crying words were meaningless, but Gao Feng did not stop. He held his hands on his lower abdomen, straightened his back, and stared at this guy. His face changed, and he whispered to Gao Feng:

"The last group of people who escaped from him covered their heads all day long and didn't talk to anyone. They were scared to death at every possible sign. They are not like this usually..."

Gao Feng had never seen what it was like in normal times, but he knew that something was fishy, ​​so he didn't say anything, waiting for the wailing militiamen to speak out on their own.

"It's him, it's him..., he killed all my people, and made their meat into food and gave it to these people. One hundred people were killed and eaten every day..."

Before Gao Feng could react, Haru suddenly fainted and fell to the ground with an ashen face, like a corpse. The surrounding militiamen all clenched their weapons and stared unkindly at the people in the pit.

The indentured slaves who were originally numb and silent in the pit suddenly became excited when they heard the militiamen's words. Some people knelt on the ground and howled, some jumped with their feet and pointed at Haru and cursed loudly. Some people knelt on the ground and shouted with dirty words. She pressed her fingers to her throat, wanting to vomit.

"Eating people?" Gao Feng's heart moved, and he turned to look at Shupizi. Shupizi's lips were trembling like an electric shock, his eyes were wide open, and he looked blankly at the indentured slave below.

"It was him who drove a hundred people out of the camp and killed them in front of us. The people he killed were thrown into a pot and boiled. Every day, the desert people made the fastest working people eat meat. They Meat is eaten every day…”

The militiamen told horrifying words intermittently, and the other militiamen, whether they were tribesmen or desert people, all became horrified and looked at the gang of man-eating demons in the pit in horror.

"How come you weren't eaten?" Gao Feng would not listen to others easily and stared at the militiamen with burning eyes.

"That day I was scared and wanted to run away. I was whipped in the face by Huang Ren and fell into a pool of blood and fainted..."

As the militiamen narrated, a scene appeared in front of Gao Feng. This guy, who could not be said to be unlucky or lucky, was whipped and fell into the middle of a pool where human waste was processed. The pool was filled with blood, internal organs, hair, and bones. , and a mixture of shit. No one wanted to go in to salvage him, but he was ignored.

He had been lying on the human bones and watching the slaughtering prologue. One by one, the indentured servants were driven to the pot. First, their throats were cut to bleed, and then the skin was hooked with hooks, and the entire human skin was pulled out like a cuticle. Afterwards, the stomach was cut open, and the internal organs inside were drained out. All the internal organs that could be retrieved were collected, and the remaining internal organs that could not be retrieved were thrown into the blood pool and soaked together with the blood and water.

Large living people knelt on the side, watching helplessly as their wailing companions were skinned and dismembered, and they were silently counting when it would be his turn. Some people couldn't stand the fear and went crazy with fear. These people were often picked. Come out and kill first.

Some people begged for mercy, some cried, some scolded, and some cursed, but none of this could stop the butchers from slaughtering. They were just a bunch of beasts, with blood flowing along the ground, washing through their hair, floating white eyeballs, and cutting off their muscles. The bones piled up into a hill, and the butchers kicked away the human heads rolling around their feet. When the pots of cooked human flesh were salvaged, they were sent to the front construction site to be eaten by a thousand of the hardest-working indentured servants.

The militiamen's complaints reminded Gao Feng that he was not angry, or in other words, he thought it was no longer worth being angry.