C140

Layers upon layers of corpses collapsed on the ground, forming a criss-crossing chessboard. The two sides competed like black and white on the chessboard, and with a single glance, it was clear that the tribe's warriors had already defeated the middle ranks of the barbarians. In just half an hour, less than two hundred people had died, and all the barbarians had lost their will to fight back.

At this moment, there were still many people in the middle who had suffered defeat compared to the rest of the Horde Warriors. The poles on the mountaintop were dumbstruck, and under the pressure of the large square formation, the small square formation struggled to retreat. Originally, they had thought that things were not going well, but they did not expect it to happen in the opposite direction, and before they could even understand what was happening, the large square formation had already turned into a pile of scattered sand.

The battle between thousands of people was indeed not a big scene in the vast battlefield, but the peak of the mountain could control the rhythm of the battle through the sharp sense of touch of the battlefield, and when the team retreated, they would use space to exchange for time, and also use time to lengthen the space.

His huge jaw bone was like a scythe as it came down on the mountain peak. The scythe like a scythe with its long hilt swung down on the mountain peak, the scythe of the Death God's scythe crossed in front of his face, and in the midst of the violent collision, the shattered animal tooth pendant flew everywhere, and the huge impact caused the mountain to fly three to five meters away, both of his feet left two grooves in the ground, as he looked at the similarly shocked man with surprise.

"You've lost …" Feng Feiyun only said two words. Around the two of them, there were sounds of fighting and wailing. The screams were like the noise of a market.

"I haven't lost yet …" This time, the man let go of the Death God's scimitar with both hands and suddenly accelerated towards the man. The moment the mandible slashed at him, the man suddenly slid to the ground and rolled forward, supporting himself with his hands. Then, he kicked out with his right foot and ferociously kicked the man's elbow.

The man's lower jaw suddenly went out of control, and he couldn't help but take a step back. Right at that moment, the leg of the hall sweeper caught hold of the man's heel, and pulled him to the ground. The man fell to the ground with a howl, stretching out his hands to support himself on the ground.

"Great Clan Elder? Just let them go like that? " According to the rules of the Western Wilderness, for those who were defeated by these barbarians, not only would they die, but the survivors would also become slaves. The losers would be the victors' spoils of war, but Feng Feiyun didn't even take back his weapon and just let these people leave?

It was not only the second elder who had doubts, but also most of the warriors who had doubts. Eight hundred people fighting against three thousand people would be a magnificent force at any time, and whoever attacked would have a death wish. If they won, they would have the right to enjoy the fruits of their victory.

"That's right, why not use the elemental slaughter crossbow and the longbow? "Maybe I can defeat them with only a dozen or so dead. But now, more than a hundred dead …"

This was what the black-clawed warrior said. His mood looked very gloomy. The hundred-man team he was in charge of had nearly been wiped out. There were less than twenty that looked intact, and the rest were almost dead.

"Did you ask that?" You want to rebel? " With a loud roar, the tyrannical pole rushed up and brandished the Fangs Blade in its hand in a demonstration. The muscles on its ferocious face contorted in fear, making it look like a demon that was about to swallow a person.

"Don't you think about it, what is it that isn't obtained by the Great Elder? What did you eat in the Western Wilderness? What did he eat here? That meal of meat is missing yours? Isn't it just a few chenglers? What is the ratio of what you eat to what you eat? "

Their words made everyone feel ashamed at the same time. They were right, every meal they ate had meat soup or barbecue, and they also had pasta made from wild wheat. Which one of their meals wasn't full of oil? All of this was earned by the peak, so it really had nothing to do with them.

"Uncle Zi Zi, stop cursing, there are some things that I have to tell them …" It was normal for the Peak to provide food for the soldiers and not be angry or depressed. However, the tribe's finances did not allow it, and he did not have any taxes. Otherwise, he would have given more things to reward the soldiers, after all, they had paid for their lives.

"We can defeat the three thousand barbarians, but the barbarians will send out another thirty thousand, a hundred and thirty thousand. At that time, no matter how strong our defenses are, we won't be able to last for long …"

There were only three thousand men in the Heavenly Claw Tribe, and only two-thirds of them could make it to the battlefield. Perhaps eight hundred of them could defeat three thousand, but two thousand people definitely could not fight thirty thousand.

"You don't have any less land to plant, even if I give you the land, you can't feed it, so the loot is useless. Wait a while, ask the pole to get what you can from the material for you as compensation..."

The words of the peak caused many warriors to feel guilty. They repeatedly waved their hands saying that they didn't want to, but they were stopped by the serious look in their eyes.

Of course, the men who die in battle will receive three times the compensation, and their descendants will also be provided with a unified support until they become adults. As long as the tribe is not destroyed, you will never have to worry about your descendants not having food to eat.

Warriors did not have any protection, and even if they died in battle, they would not receive preferential treatment. If the disabled warriors of the tribe could not come out to fight, then they would only live a little better than their servants, so Sha Zaodi and Qi Nu started to become more important. Now that they did not have these things for the tribe warriors, the peak would naturally take on their worries.

After a long explanation, the brave warriors and servants were satisfied, but they still felt a thorn in their hearts. Why didn't they use their crossbows and crossbows in the final battle? How many people would die if he did this?

"Actually, I can reduce the casualties to a minimum, many people don't need to die …" In his previous life, Feng Feiyun was only a warrior. He understood what these people were thinking, so he directly said what they were thinking. There was a hint of sadness in his voice, and the Black Claw Warrior scratched his head uncomfortably as if he was the one who asked this question.

However, even if we win, the Wasteland people will not be convinced, they will think, we rely on weapons and good food to win, in order to take revenge, maybe they will gather more Wasteland warriors, our goal is not to kill more Wasteland warriors, but to live, so we do not rely on these things to defeat the 3000 Wasteland people, just imagine, we can defeat the four times more Wasteland people without using this weapon, if we have these weapons, how many Wasteland people can we defeat?

As these words came out, everyone's emotions surged. Almost everyone's mind flashed with a single number: "Ten times …" Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

After reporting, the maintenance staff will correct the section content within two minutes. Please be patient and refresh the page.