The Dark Days of the Post-apocalyptic Era - C150

“Whooosh.” Suddenly, he turned his head back and hit his opponent on the head. The two of them grabbed each other’s head at the same time and cried out. They didn’t wait for Feng Zhiling to get angry, but went to Feng Zhiling and said: “Huang Hou tribe has sent people to patrol on both sides of the road. It seems like they want to find a way to climb up. I’m afraid they might find the hiding place of those guys behind us …”

When he turned his head to look at the observation hole, he could see that the firepower platforms that could walk had always been pacing back and forth on the spot, and there was no sign of them moving forward. However, their arrows seemed ferocious, but none of them landed on the fortifications.

“Get Bro to lead the way. No matter how many people come, annihilate them …” It was obvious that the other party was not an idiot.

Only when the first rope ladder descended from the top of the mountain did the true battle officially begin.

It was necessary to control the pace of the battle to the extent that it could be torn apart by a dog. It was important to prevent the Barren Battalion from feeling that there was a hungry wolf lurking in this place, and at the same time, to make the Huang Hou Tribe believe that in the end, they would be able to seize the Northern Dragon Canyon and gain as much time as possible.

No one could see the big picture of this strategy apart from Feng Feiyun. Everyone was only thinking about one thing: war was life and death, it was life and death that mattered if they attacked with their sabers. If they won, they lived; if they lost, they died, so there was no need to think too much about it.

Thus, many of the peak’s decisions were not understood. Just like this moment, even when the battle had reached its most intense point and the mouth of the valley was about to be breached, the peak still did not give the order to cut off the mouth of the valley.

The fireballs that streaked across the sky exploded on the ground like raindrops hitting the mountain top, and the splashing flames ignited the wooden bunkers one by one. From time to time, one could see warriors or slaves, who were all on fire, escaping from the bunkers and falling to the ground screaming in pain, turning into a charred corpse.

Both mountains were covered in flames and smoke, and all the fighters had a fire in their hearts. Until now, they were the ones being suppressed, and they had never returned the fire because the peak had not given the order to attack.

The thick smoke created a suffocating poisonous gas. The roaring sound of the fireballs hitting the ground gave rise to fear in many people. They were not sure if the next fireball would hit their heads. The shouts coming from the bottom of the mountain came one after another, which made those warriors even more frustrated. Therefore, those two warriors couldn’t help but curse loudly in their hearts.

From the start of the battle, he knew that the main battlefield would definitely not be the canyon on top of the two mountains, nor would it be the canyon below, but rather, it would be the scattered battlefield surrounding the two mountains. No one knew the defensive system and the degree of terror of the Northern Dragon Canyon better than Shi Peng.

“Boom …” The next moment, the peak of the mountain was smashed open by someone. Before he could land on the ground, he saw a tribal warrior’s shoulder was pierced by a wooden thorn as thick as a child’s arm. After he landed, dust, smoke and sparks rushed in from the outside and filled the whole bunker.

When he looked around, he was already prepared for it, but he was also surprised. He was surrounded by the burning flames and the smoke, the fleeing combatants, the weapons scattered on the ground, and the twisted bed crossbows that had been destroyed in the shelter of the trench.

He took out a wet cloth and placed it on the lips and noses of the tribe warrior, then carried him on his shoulder and ran backwards. The fireballs that came whistling over the mountain exploded one after another, and had the characteristics of a flaring bomb. What was terrifying was not the power of the fireballs, but the fact that no one knew where they would land in the next moment.

Chaos, fear, grievance, and the despair of not finding a safe place were the thoughts of the two mountain guardians. The mountain peak did not go to appease them, and the exploding fireballs were like snowballs thrown by a child to him, and within the falling fireballs, he would always be able to dodge them before they hit him. He even had the intention of rescuing others, and on the way from the mountaintop to the safe area three hundred meters away, he continuously sent seven people flying, which also helped them avoid pain or death.

Most of them were burned by the flames, but there were also some who had bad luck and were burnt into coils of charcoal. The Second Elder brought a group of robust women to treat the wounded, while the heavy ones were carried by the women to the back, while the light ones were left for the better to go back to the battlefield.

“How’s it going over there?” In the end, the wet towel wiped away the black smoke on his face, easily and naturally becoming a questioner. The Second Elder, on the other hand, was looking at the exploding flowers in the distance with a blank expression.

“Don’t worry, this thing isn’t very useful. It’s impossible for the Yellow Hou to rely on this thing to reach the top of the mountain. It’ll be fine once they’re familiar with it. In the future, no one can hurt them with fireballs …”

However, they wanted to let the Heavenly Claw Tribe’s warriors experience the real battlefield, and let them become familiar with this new way of fighting. Peak had a hunch that in the future, they might encounter a battle of the level of the Despair Stronghold.

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