C136

"Grand Elder, should we make a move?"

The pole's face was overflowing with killing intent as his fingers continuously rubbed against the hilt of the Zhanmadao. His pair of ferocious eyes burned with a fiery luster, making anyone who saw it involuntarily turn their face to the side to avoid him.

Chu Feng frowned as he stared at the two barbarians who were rushing towards him. He did not nod as he did not regard the barbarians from several kilometers away, but what about the two thousand men below? This was the knot in his heart.

In his mind, the barbarians were his enemies, but his goal was not to defeat the barbarians. No matter how many barbarians he killed, it would be meaningless. His real goal was to ensure the safety of the Black Claw Tribe and lead thousands of people to live.

If the Desolate Man's goal wasn't the Despair Fortress, Feng Feng was willing to communicate with the Desolate Man and give up on some things for safety. But he had already expected that if he were to surrender to the Desolate Man, he would definitely become a pile of corpses below the Despair Fortress.

The most taboo thing about guarding a battle was that there was no external aid. With each day that one defended, the morale would drop a little, and the strongest fort in the world, not just in walls and equipment, could only be the people of the city. This was something that had been stated more than once in the strategic defense science of the peak of the world.

Therefore, a single victory was a good boost to their morale. Although they weren't afraid of the barbarians, they still had the strength to fight against them.

"Fight?" He saw the seriousness in Feng Zhiling's eyes and couldn't help but to grind his teeth and shout: "Little bastards, do you dare to go down and fight? To fight in the front like a man, not like a woman, hiding high up and throwing stones … "

"Phew …" "Drink." The warriors responded with angry roars and raised their weapons like a forest bullying a mountain. At this moment, the two thousand men, whether they were blood slaves or warriors, burst out with the will to fight. It didn't matter if they were from the Black Claw Tribe or the Zerg tribe, they were all men from the western wilderness, the most barren and barbaric of the western wilderness.

"Throw the rope …" Let these fellows, who have the guts of gerbils, see what a true man is … "

A pair of thick leather straps, inlaid with gilt horns, crossed each other. From the center of his heart, he stared at the semicircular shield like copper mirror. No matter how many new things he received, he still showed off his hidden bravery and bravery.

"Shua! Shua!" Scar covered ropes dropped down a 30-meter long wall and scattered on the ground, causing groups of men to rush forward.

"Release …" With a swishing sound, dozens of flying shuttle-like black figures cut out miserable cries in the crowd. Dozens of long arrows accurately nailed the bodies of these people, and some of them were directly shot, while others fell to the ground, struggling to survive.

"Lower …" After clearing the passage with arrows, no one cared about the frightened guys. The warriors who were carrying weapons on their back quickly slid down to the ground with more than a hundred ropes and drew their weapons to gather together. This was supposed to be chaotic among the people of the wilderness, but here, it was natural and coordinated.

"First Elder, be careful …" He didn't go down with Feng Zhiling, he had arranged all the defense supervision to stay here just in case. Feng Zhiling nodded, turned around, and grabbed the rope.

The eight hundred men were mixed in with the two thousand men who had just changed their positions. The panicking guys didn't know what Feng Zhiling and the others were up to, so they subconsciously left a little, but they didn't dare to go too far. The fleeing crowd was still converging towards them.

Perhaps they still had weapons in their hands, but they did not dare to turn around to fight the barbarians. Even though their wives and children were constantly falling behind, being flooded by the barbarians, they did not even look at them. Countless resources were still left behind, allowing the barbarians to reap as they laughed wildly.

These were a group of people who were scared out of their wits. Feng Feiyun guessed that even they themselves forgot that they had weapons in their hands. If they could remember, they would definitely abandon them and run even faster.

When the group of cowards rushed over and saw the closed canyon, they immediately fell and rolled on the ground. They didn't even get up, but hugged their heads and fell on the ground, wailing and crying.

The troops on the peak maintained a tight and moderate position all along. Saber, shield, pike, crossbow, and longbow, all held their respective positions, and were not in a state of chaos. Fang, on the other hand, was standing at the front, holding his fangs, and staring at the panting barbarians with his scarlet eyes, he, Ah Da, was killed by the barbarians, so he hated them more than anyone else.

"Prepare …" "Get ready …" The black-clawed warrior in the middle of the team shouted loudly. His eyes were fixed at the distance between the two sides, multitasking.

Behind the warrior, sixty elemental slaughtering crossbows and forty trellis crossbows were raised. They were aimed at the neck of the swordsmen in the front row while the lancers in the back chewed on the sour fruits in their mouths, secreting saliva to ease their impatience.

The crowd dispersed in all directions, revealing the warriors who were waiting in formation. Standing at the center of the group, with strange shaped rifles slung over their shoulders, two holsters tied around their legs, and a leather jacket on top of their body, they had countless small pockets on their chest and back, filled with magazines.

The equipment in Peak's equipment storage was from the Underworld's equipment storage. The equipment storage didn't have good items like some ammunition, a few guns, or even broken guns, only parts of the guns were used to piece together a rifle and a handgun, these items gave him the confidence to fight with anyone. In addition, he also had a killing weapon, he didn't know who threw a flint lighter in the weapon storage.

Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.