The chaotic battlefield is full of people, no one can tell the difference between the tribal warriors and the desert warriors, the fire meteors that cross the sky are like brilliant fireworks, popping on the battlefield, roaring loudly with open teeth, if there is a concentration of people, no matter which side is hit, he will jump up and cheer loudly, constantly counting the number of enemies killed in his heart, if he falls on the open space next to him, he will curse in the vulgar language unique to the wilderness.

The way you attack is that you can only fight others, but others can't hit you, and every Cāo trebuchet warrior has experienced unprecedented pleasure, no matter what the outcome of this battle is, as long as they can return alive, they are the heroes of the reversal of the battlefield.

Gao Feng wiped the sweat from his face, looked at the warriors who were cheering wildly, and his heart was suddenly injected with an indescribable amount of strength, at least at this time, his heart was not lonely.

Just as he was about to step up his efforts and send all the fireballs out of the air, there was a terrible and violent roar behind him, and dozens of desolate warriors came out from all directions and rushed towards them.

"Stop them." Gao Feng shouted loudly, threw down the guy in his hand, picked up the fanged knife and threw it out, the blade rolled and drew a black shadow, which was fiercely inserted into the fierce chest of the desolate warrior at the front, he held the fanged knife that pierced him and spewed out a mouthful of blood and fell, and more desolate warriors rushed past him.

"Don't stop, leave half of the trebuchet ......." Gao Feng kicked back the rushing fangs, snatched the fangs and flung them out again, but this time the handle smashed into the front teeth of a desolate warrior, shattering a mouthful of teeth, causing him to open his blood basin and wail incessantly.

Gao Feng had long expected the return of the desert warriors, the tribe was the foundation of the desert warriors, this is not only their place of residence, but also the storage of their wealth, in the chaos of war, not everyone is willing to give everything, in the barren wilderness, even a lump of dry dung that can be lit is precious, not to mention all the materials that can keep them alive are burned in the fire.

In order to recover their property, the desolate warriors tried their best to launch a counterattack against Gao Feng and the others, and they were able to block the desolate warriors with half of them first, but as more and more scattered desolate warriors spontaneously returned to the tribe, the situation on Gao Feng's side became critical.

The trebuchet can't be stopped, otherwise the desolate people may restore order in the shortest possible time, so it will be a disaster for the tribal warriors, the number of tribal warriors is less than the desolate people, the only thing that is stronger than the desolate people is the personal combat effectiveness, the peak clearly knows the way, the number accumulates to a certain extent, it can produce qualitative changes, and the organized sheep can defeat the wolf who fights alone.

"Look, hurry..." Gao Feng turned his head and shouted at Huoya, who turned around from time to time, and the big hated to pick up the stone fragments and smashed them on Huoya's buttocks, making him jump like a horse monkey, but Gao Feng's attention was not on Huoya's ass, and his involuntary convulsions have always been regarded as a pistol with hole cards, preparing for the moment when the defense line was breached.

A pile of corpses had fallen on the ground, and the desolate warriors were like crazy lone wolves, coming out of all unexpected corners one after another, launching a counterattack against the thin defense line.

Seeing their comrades fall in front of them, no one will be sad, no one will hesitate, they don't know if the next moment of the fall of the road is not themselves, the desolate warriors appeared in front of them endlessly, and the fanged knives that were swung out cut off the spears again and again, many warriors have lost their strength, and their muscles have been covered with wounds, but they are still insisting.

Gao Feng rushed out of the lun, flashed a spear that stabbed sideways, threw out the saber that was secretly clasped in his hand, the cold light flashed in an instant, a breakthrough desolate warrior fell down with his throat, Gao Feng reversed the spear, like a shuttle dart to throw, through the lower abdomen of two people outside, and when he pulled out his fanged knife, with a hoarse shout, another desolate warrior broke through the barrier, waved his fanged knife and cut down the tooth that was pulling the noose.

The fanged knife is fierce and rugged, it is made of the single horn of the tusked beast, each tusk knife is the fighting history of humans and tusked beasts, but the precious thing is not the tusk knife itself, but the warrior killed the fierce tusked beast alone to prove his own merits, the desolate warrior wielding the knife muscles bulging all over the body, like a pile of stones.

There is no white squill smeared by ordinary desolate people in order to intimidate, he only has one kind of tattoo, the huge tusked beast is vividly engraved on the skin of his whole body, as he runs, the tusked beast also comes to life, this is a true warrior who kills the tusked beast alone, and only the fanged knife in his hand is the real blade of the western wilderness.

The big one of the fangs was paying attention to the teeth, and when he saw the teeth in distress, he rushed through the distance of ten meters as if he broke out, and the same fangs knife slashed down the neck of the desolate warrior.

"Zizi ......." A dazzling spark rubbed and jumped on the two fangs, and Huofang picked up his fangs sharply, and slashed at the calf in front of him, but was kicked and slammed to the ground.

The Desolate Warrior wrestled with Ah Da, whose body was one-third less than that of the Desolate Warrior, and under the powerful strange force, although he was holding on to the blade of the sword, the whole person slid backwards on the sand, leaving two deep grooves.

"Hah......." The desolate warrior violently shook the big who opened the tooth, and slashed the fanged knife on the blade of the big tooth, the moment the two knives met, the big tooth who was a tribal warrior wrung the blade violently, and sent the huge force to the side with the unloading method, but the desolate warrior was more difficult than he imagined, and the knife in his hand was faster than lightning, and he slashed at the big man with the open tooth again, and the two knives met again.

Suddenly, the big pupils of the fangs suddenly contracted, and the knife of the desolate warrior with a sinister smile on his face was exactly on the gap that had been broken before, and the cutting-edge fanged knife was different from the fanged knife that had been passed down for I don't know how many years, it was sharper and stronger, and the collision between the fanged knives was shocking in an instant......

Ah Da let go of the broken fanged knife, covered the neck splattered with blood and slowly fell to the ground, looking at the angry tooth who was shouting loudly with worried eyes, and the tribal warrior who was itching when he saw the face of the big yellow tooth showed a smile at the last moment, and he saw Gao Feng standing beside the tooth...

Nobuko, who had a serrated saber like a poisonous snake, went to the tribal warriors, the fanged knives that turned over blocked the path of the saber, hitting a flickering point of fire, the saber rolled like a lost bird, falling weakly, the tribal warriors with a hideous sneer, like a storm rushed towards the peak, and the peak kicked the tooth of the cry with his back foot and took the initiative to meet the desolate warrior.

The huge blade roared to break through the distance between the two, and slid straight down towards Gao Feng's head, Gao Feng's heels rotated, and he gave way sideways, and his hands were attached to the big hand holding the knife.

The tight muscles were as hard as rocks, and the arms that were thicker than Gao Feng's thighs were like pillars, making the ten fingers that Gao Feng had attached to slip, and the instant miss made the desolate warrior react, and a rapid and strong shoulder hit hard, Gao Feng only had time to squat, and the force of the mountain collapse lifted his hair to his back.

The desolate warriors also fought hand-to-hand, and Gao Feng's grappling did not make a contribution like Xiang Rì, he kicked shè and kicked Gao Feng's crossed arm, Gao Feng snorted, like a rolling mole, rubbed the ground, ploughed out a deep ravine, and fell six or seven meters away.

Six or seven meters against the dragon jīng tiger fierce warrior is really not a distance, three or two steps, the wilderness warrior will arrive in front of the peak, there is still a step in the footsteps, one meter and eight long fangs knife will take the first step to the peak slash, the peak can only roll out of the gang, every time it rolls, the chest will suffocate like a throbbing pain, the pistol in the distance of the rolling, constantly to the desert warrior comparison.

In close combat, every second can be the difference between life and death, and Gao Feng must be killed with one blow, but the pain in his chest made him unable to aim calmly, rolling again and again, dodging the slashing of the fanged knife again and again, and the desolate warrior was also irritable, and he saw that the fire meteor was still continuing to send shè, and he couldn't help but straddle a kick, like smoking a golf ball and swinging the fanged knife sideways.

The sharp fanged knife made a deep incision in the dry sand, and slashed straight towards Gao Feng's waist, Gao Feng couldn't help but tighten his heart, and his fingers finally pulled the trigger .......