The Dark Days of the Post-apocalyptic Era - C158

Most of them were on the edge of the wall, fighting back against the barbarians below. The crossbows on the bed were quickly strung, and the men pulling on the ropes were bare-chested, like fiancees, desperately pulling on the ropes to fill the crossbows’ strings. On their bodies, the purplish-blue wounds were like the abnormally fresh skin of a cow, covering their backs, and many parts of them were ruptured as black blood flowed out, but they were still dragging desperately.

Without taking aim, he swung his wooden mallet and heavily smashed the trigger, instantly firing five arrows made of fine steel. Without waiting for the results of observation, he let out a loud roar and repeated the process of getting on the bow again, right under the crossbow, countless dire warriors climbed up the wall with their upper bodies naked, like wild beasts.

The smell of blood on the wall was as thick as the smell of hell. The wall had already been dyed red, and a large amount of blood was flowing on the ground, forming a thick layer of blood on the ground. Warriors running on the wall would fall down if they weren’t careful, smashing into the blood, spraying thick and slippery black sticky liquid on the ground.

Outside the wall, from the crowd of barbarians below, one could see that there were huge carriages parallel to the wall. Each carriage was filled with crossbow bolts that were nailed to the wall like a hedgehog, and nearly eighty percent of the bolts were nailed to the carriage, because the carriage was the most lethal weapon to the top of the wall.

Each carriage had a bed crossbow, the torque bed crossbows produced by the Northern Dragon Canyon were even more powerful than the metal bed crossbows on the wall. The bed crossbows of the Despair Fortress could fire five bolts at once, and in the shortest amount of time, they could form a metal storm like storm.

More than once, in the instant the two warriors collided, they were both nailed to the same crossbow bolt. The clan warriors who were nailed to the ground and still hadn’t fallen down could be seen everywhere on the wall, and the javelins that were dyed black by their blood were like tombstones, shocking every family warrior who ran over.

Above the wall, there were at least ten warriors or even more Wasteland warriors dying every second. However, compared to the two tall mountains, they were like children playing around.

Countless creatures that looked like monkeys swooped down from the sky, releasing ear-piercing shrieks, followed by a thunderous boom, a black cloud exploded on top of the mountain, and the smoke covered the sky, but it did not affect the creatures in any way, instead blocking them, causing a panic.

The dense crowd filled up the hillside with a saturation point, as if even the tip of a needle was not missing. The rotating logs rolled in the crowd, knocking away countless of the Barren Warriors, and the Barren Warriors and Horde Warriors that were knocked away fell into the crowd one after another like black sesame seeds. They were also crowded under their feet.

The rolling logs could not achieve the greatest lethality, dozens of them were jumping in the crowd, like the protectors of fleas who didn’t have a single moment of peace. Whenever a log appeared, they would swarm forward and tear the logs into pieces. Even if the pieces smashed into the barbarian soldiers, they would still have a strong lethality, which was much better than what the original logs said.

The Protector was the one who ensured that most of the desert warriors would not be affected by the mountain’s main means of defense, and that they would continuously rush up to the top of the mountain, while the defenders of the mountain were hit by the bombardment, so it was impossible for them to push all the logs down, and the strategic goods behind them could not be delivered up, causing the pressure on the two mountains to be much greater than the central wall.

On top of the two mountains, there were thousands of warriors and ten times as many Wasteland warriors as their retainers. The rain of arrows was like a black cloud that would never dissipate, enveloping the two Wasteland people.

Thousands of people were fighting on the mountaintop. The crowded crowd of warriors and warriors were all together, and without any pattern, they could only cut and stab the weapons in their hands. At the same time, they were also cut and stabbed by the enemies.

Here, the strength of a warrior’s martial skill didn’t matter, and most people didn’t even have the chance to attack before they were pierced by more than ten spears. The powerful Wasteland warriors had killed their opponents more than once, but were blocked by those metal armors that were like tortoise shells, and were shot through the neck by the crossbow bolts shot from behind the warriors.

Here, the most lethal weapon wasn’t the spears or sabers, but the javelins and crossbow bolts flying above the frontlines. The retainers were fighting behind the warriors, constantly shooting out crossbows, and as long as they didn’t land on themselves, they didn’t care where they fell. Their fingers were cut by the bowstrings, exposing their dense bones, but they didn’t feel any pain.

But they were not safe either, from time to time there would be a round clay pot thrown in front of them, in the middle of the black smoke, they would fall to the ground and wail in pain, flying out of the bullets, they were lucky to be killed immediately, because of the low quality weapons, most of them were only injured, but they could not die, and no one was there to rescue them, they could only struggle painfully on the battlefield, bleed to death, or drowned alive by the blood flowing from the mountain.

Too many people had died here, causing the ground on top of the mountain to be soaked in blood. Blood was flowing down the mountain as if the entire mountain was bleeding, and after a few consecutive days of fighting, the blood actually flowed past the few hundred meter mark, forming a small stream of blood at the bottom of the mountain.

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