The Dark Days of the Post-apocalyptic Era - C137

After they had entered the Southern Wilderness, they had not even encountered a single formal resistance. Usually, the tribes would line up in formation, and as long as they were in front of them, there would be people who would collapse. The consequences of one person collapsing would be a collective collapse, so they had never encountered any real resistance.

Just like in a certain era, the Japanese thought nothing of the tribesmen. The Wasteland people despised the tribesmen and did not notice that the tribesmen in front of them were different from the ones they had encountered. The tribesmen were not in a thin formation, but in a one hundred man formation, forming eight huge square lines.

The barbarians did not hesitate as they continued to rush towards the group. With a single glance, they could tell that there were not more than a thousand of them, and their numbers were more than three times that of the other party’s. He also didn’t expect that the distance between him and his companions would be so far.

In the next moment, the following troops gathered at least ten times as many, but when they saw their comrades on the ground bleeding profusely, they were stunned. Right at this moment, the sky turned slightly dark, and a hundred long arrows pierced through the air like sharp thorns, piercing through the crowd of people like a shower of blood.

In their hands, the power of the English longbow was unleashed. It was like a beast that had been starved for a long time. What could it really do?

Within the tribe, the hundreds of archers were able to find the target, perhaps less than one percent. These men, who had never touched a longbow in their lives, could easily turn the longbow into a full moon, but they could never hope to hit anything that was aimed at them.

At the very least, they would be able to shoot in the direction where the eyes could see. If they were to shoot in any direction, it would be a disaster; who knows if they would be able to shoot on top of their heads and sink their chrysanthemums into the ground.

Three hundred longbows, three consecutive waves. Shoot! The continuous arrows rained down on the space between the two sides. The first bow moved, the second continued to move, and the third. In this process, the nine hundred arrows were shot out, and in front of them, a forest of long arrows stood.

Fifty percent of the long arrows missed their target, and all the sharp animal teeth arrows drilled into the ground. There were many colliding with each other, forming geometric patterns, but under the forest, there were small hills, and the long arrows were like a storm, blowing the barbarians down like wheat stalks. Hundreds of barbarians fell down like this, and it was not possible to see how they died.

The first time they fought, not a single person was injured, and over a hundred people were killed. This was a miracle of the wilderness. Even the tribe warriors watching from the top of the mountain were shocked.

After Zhang Xiaoqiang decided to train the combat team to a standard level, most of the brave warriors and slaves were divided into four teams. They had been training very hard outside the team, and almost no one could understand them. However, they were afraid of the Sky Claw, so they had no choice but to run in teams and cooperate with each other.

During this process, there were all sorts of negative reactions and resistance, but they were all suppressed by the peak coercion. In this process, all sorts of negative reactions and resistance, all were suppressed by the peak coercion, and it was even possible to punish a lot of people.

Even so, the results obtained were enough to make people speechless. Wasteland people did not dare to get close to arrows, and the corpses and blood of over a hundred comrades told them that this group of people were not to be trifled with. If they continued to rush forward, who knew how many more would die?

They had been hiding not too far away to watch the battle. When they saw the small victories of the tribe, they immediately became arrogant and started to clamor, motivating the troops at the peak to go forward to beat up the barbarians. Many of them looked at the jade leaf money on the arrows with reddened eyes, thinking about how to collect all the jade leaf money from the ground.

The noise from the drum made the summit frown, and the warriors around him were also dissatisfied, at this moment, the group of barbarians did not attack again, instead, they started to shrink. The group of barbarians at the peak was located between the two mountains, and if he retreated, he would be able to push through the defense system of the mountain. This was not what he wanted.

“Someone from the other side, come out and speak …” After more than ten minutes, more and more dire beasts gathered, about two thousand of them, but they all looked pale, as if they were about to lose their footing. Feng Feiyun took everything in his eyes and didn’t say anything until the strongest warrior came out from the middle of the barbarians.

This warrior was the same as the other dire warriors, on his body were drawn white skeletons, on his skin were all kinds of colorful patterns with unknown meanings, but his eyes were the brightest, the weapons in his hands were also very distinctive, it was a whole piece of the beast’s lower jaw bone, on top of it there were dense rows of sharp animal teeth, the sharpest teeth were half a foot long, it could be seen how powerful and wild the beast was before it died.

The huge jawbone was like the scythe of the god of death, giving this man, who was neither tall nor muscular, a different kind of bravery from others. When he looked over, his eyes were filled with a strong confidence, as if he was facing a bunch of trash.

He wanted to stand out, just like how he would when facing people from other tribes, but Feng Feiyun grabbed him and pushed him to the side. Feng Kong stood at the front of the line, and the black line behind him was like a pine tree.

“Ha, it’s a little brat?” When the man saw Chu Feng’s face, he spoke out his contempt for him for the first time. However, when he saw the numerous wounds on Chu Feng’s body, he became speechless for a moment.

“If you want to fight, then fight …” The moment the man was stunned, Feng Feng Ji suddenly shouted, and the eight hundred warriors behind him all raised their weapons at the same time, and roared out loud like a tsunami. “Phew …” “Hah …”

“Phew …” “Hah …” More than a thousand people on the two mountains raised their weapons or fists as well. Their entire bodies tightened as streams of air burst out with roars like the crack of a landslide. This caused the faces of the people in the wasteland to turn pale at the same time. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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