The Dark Days of the Post-apocalyptic Era - C139

The number of barbarians was four times higher than that of the ones on the other side of the mountain. Standing on the mountaintop, the group of barbarians were sweating profusely; their foreheads were dripping with sweat and their bodies were soaked with sweat.

The eight hundred warriors were like two hundred swords and shields, two hundred spears, and four hundred long swords. They lined up in neat formations, appearing relatively tight, while the barbarians were scattered apart. They did not cooperate with each other, and after they roughly separated the shields and hands, they mixed all sorts of weapons together. As they walked, they were like scattered ducks, endless and boundless. If it’s amazing, then it’s a gang.

The two wings were separated by a distance, and the middle team had broken off from the other two wings because of the distance. This was something no one could control, and no one cared, as both sides were closing in on each other.

The tribesmen wanted to keep their balance, and the barbarians wanted to break through. The spears that were thrown over the heads of the two sides rained down on each other in succession, like a forest of spears swinging from left and right, striking down one spear after another. The barbarians, on the other hand, screamed out miserably after their spears struck each other.

There were screams coming from both sides, and some of the Horde Warriors had been stabbed with spears, but the number of them was much fewer than the dire beasts. When the two sides had reached a stalemate, the spearmen suddenly lowered their spears and placed them across the shoulders of the sabers and shields, the sharp spears were like venomous fangs of poisonous snakes, causing the dire beasts to scream out in pain.

He fell forward onto his shield, and the moment he pulled out the spear, blood spurted out from the wounds. Right at this time, both sides had already used up their spears, and the formation of the tribe warriors trembled, and suddenly fell back, leaving behind corpses.

In the next moment, the corpses were drowned by the invaders. Another row of spears thrust out, and at the same time, another wave of blood mist floated into the air. As the blood mist surged, the shield once again retreated, repeating its previous defense and assassination attempt.

The physical strength of both sides was fully displayed at this moment. The barbarian warriors who had been running and resting for a long time felt sore all over, and it was easy for them to get tired. The tribe warriors only needed to keep retreating, and the energy they used wasn’t too much.

The two wings were still moving closer to the center. After five consecutive assassinations, the barbarians in the middle had already lost a third of their manpower. In fact, at the back of the group of barbarians, corpses were lying on the ground, almost covering the entire ground.

The loss of five hundred warriors in a short time immediately reduced the pressure on the tribe by a lot. At this time, the long-bladed men who had been recovering their strength suddenly split into two groups, separated from the left and right sides of the formation like two poisonous snakes, which had been preparing for a long time, and pounced out with their fangs bared.

The next moment, another wave of assassinations occurred, and the barbarians lost another hundred people. Although the tribe warriors had lost a lot of men, they would never fight alone, and if there was a gap in their defense, they would just have to make up for it. The barbarians lost a lot of blood and lost the motivation to move forward.

The long-bladed man suddenly jumped out from the two sides of the shield and sabre, and instantly rushed into the middle of the group of barbarians. The long-bladed man suddenly jumped out from the two sides of the shield and instantly dashed into the group of barbarian warriors who were not in the middle of the formation.

The previous screams came in waves, and every time the spear thrust out, the screams would ring out, and then it was like a sound of someone being pressed on a pause button. The previous screams were in waves, and every time the spear thrust out, the screams would sound out, and then it was like a sound of being pressed on a pause button.

At this moment, two warriors were working together and would not fight alone. One of them was about to cut down, and the moment the Savage Warrior tried to block in a panic, the other fangs easily reaped his life.

They suddenly realized that the front, left, and right side were filled with Horde Warriors, and their reinforcements were still rushing over. However, their side was already exhausted of casualties, and they did not have the chance to win even with reinforcements. At this moment, some people regretted throwing away their shields.

“Blade and shield hand retreat …” The moment when both sides broke away from each other, Feng Feiyun gave the order. The order was not very clear in the noisy battlefield, but when the people standing in front of the shield and blade saw Feng Feiyun’s signal, they immediately shouted and punched the shield bearers, who refused to retreat and were unwilling to retreat.

Rows of spearmen had replaced the blademaster, and they were the main force in this battle, slashing and stabbing. The spears were simple, but they were the most powerful, especially the organized spearmen.

“Kill …” The Black Claw Warriors were the souls of the Horde Warriors. In the past, they were the elites that took charge, but now, they were the commanders of the small squadron. They had rich combat experience, and each of them was a ghost that crawled out from the pile of dead.

Rows after rows of spears spread out in front of them like peacocks, and one after another, armed barbarians were pierced through by spears piercing from the side, dying with grievances. This was another reform of the peak, the spearmen were all trying to assassinate their opponents one on one, thus they could be easily deflected, but stabbing to the right was a deceptive art of deceit.

The Wasteland clansmen were all paying attention to the frontline spearmen, they would never have thought of assassinating their own side, because their own companions would also not have thought that the target of the assassination was not them, but the people around them. Such a sudden change in situation would cause their brains to hesitate for a second, and when they remembered to do something, the tip of the spear had already pierced through them …

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