Along the way, you can see everywhere that belongs to the desolate warriors who are full of wolves and rabbits, they are scouts who monitor the peak department, but they never thought that the peak gathered an army of 10,000 people to take the initiative to attack, the army is like a torrent rolling down, the strict team does not care about the fleeing guys, marching silently, but this is even more chilling.

The team of 10,000 people is no longer a swarm of lazy bees, but a strong giant, in the face of the cohesive army, the desolate people feel like ants in front of the giants, so weak and powerless, so that they have a desperate and invincible heart.

This is the momentum, the momentum of the large team slowly pressing into the Earth Tribe tribe.

After the snow falls, the tribe is like a pulsatilla, standing in the snow, the tribe is five times larger than when the peak was first seen, and the tents surround the tribe in the center, and behind the tribe, the towering wall is faintly visible.

The Mantou army was gathering under the wall, almost all the tents had been abandoned, and it was clear that Mantou did not have the confidence to defeat the peak.

In the tent area, there is one of the dirtiest places, there are no buildings, only dozens of huge pits, one after another, on the snow above the pits, feces mixed with urine are frozen into ice mounds, there are some broken pieces of cloth and animal skins, scattered and simple tools, and debris piled up everywhere like garbage, and even some missing clay bowls and jugs can be seen lying on the edge of the dung heap.

The environment here is extremely harsh, and under the big pit, you can see the black grass mats, which are almost soaked in snow water, and some people have dug holes the size of water tanks at the edge of the pits, and in these caves you can see the frozen corpses of Chinu.

This is where the Kinus lived, and there were still Ichnu here, less than four hundred, all of them cowered in one of the pits, and after the pits were occupied by layers of militia, they all found themselves wailing in despair, closed their eyes and waited for death.

Subsequently, the militia separated, revealing the peak riding the hunting fang, Gao Feng covered his nose and looked at the dirty and smelly Qinu below, frowned slightly, turned his head to look at the cooked skin beside him and said:

"Are they all Chartered Slaves? How do I feel that they are fatter than the desolate? ”

When Gao Feng found them, they looked like skeletons, and when he saw these fat and strong slaves, even the cooked skins were a little jealous of them, how much food do they have to eat to grow like this?

"My lord......, my lord, I know where the head of the road is, I know where the head of the road is......."

In the panic shout, a cloaked guy stood up from the middle of the Covenant Slaves, waved his arms and shouted loudly, Gao Feng squinted at this guy, and found that the other Covenant Slaves were very in awe of this guy, thinking that he was the leader of the Covenant Slaves, so he let him come up to him.

"I am Haru of the Hengdao tribe, full of brutality, killing thousands of contract slaves, let me wait for shame, I know that Lu Dao will definitely be exterminated by adults, and I hid here in advance, just to wait for adults to come over ......."

Although Haru looks inconspicuous, he can speak well with one mouth, and the simple-minded militia around him looked at Haru, and they all swelled with strange gods, but they didn't expect that this guy would have expected it before they set off, how smart should it be to hide here one step ahead?

Gao Feng looked down at the guy in front of him, saw his flashing eyes, and hidden panic, and didn't believe this guy's words, and continued to say to the cooked skin:

"Let the Clans all come out, pack up, and join the ......."

Shut down

"My lord, we can't let them join us ......."

Suddenly someone shouted loudly, Gao Feng turned his head, and found that it was an honest militiaman shouting, this militia had a blue and black sè whip mark on his face, the whip mark squeezed through the skin and flesh, and was necrotic by low temperature freezing, the skin and flesh on both sides were black and swollen, leaving yellow sè pus, occupying two-thirds of the position on the face, making Gao Feng wonder, how could this kind of person also mix into the team?

"You ......, I know you, you are a spy of the desolate people, my lord, kill him, he is the jiān ...... sent by the desolate people to you."

As a desolate man, Haru identified this miserable guy as jiān, which made many people make a low noise, and most of the militia present were desolate people, and Haru didn't understand it, so he provoked it, but he made a big taboo.

"Smack......." The militiaman did not panic in the face of Haru's identification, and swung his spear and struck Haru on the wrist of the leg, causing Haru to roll on the ground and wail and howl, knocking Haru over, and the guy let out a bad breath, and fell to his knees and cried loudly.

"Dead, all dead, all dead, my lord......."

His crying words were meaningless, but Gao Feng didn't stop, his hands were on his lower abdomen, his back straightened, he stared at this guy, his familiar skin face moved, and he whispered to Gao Feng:

"He was the last group of people to escape, covering his head all day long and not talking to anyone, he was scared half to death, he was usually not like this......."

What it was like in normal times, Gao Feng had never seen it, but he knew that something was wrong, so he didn't say anything, waiting for the crying militia to say it himself.

"It's him, it's all his ......, he killed all my people, and he made food out of their flesh and gave it to these people to eat, and every day a hundred people were killed and eaten......."

Before Gao Feng could react when he heard this, Haru's whole person suddenly fainted, and he fell to the ground with a blue face, like a corpse, and the surrounding militia all clenched their weapons and stared at the people in the pit unkindly.

When the Qinu in the pit heard the words of the militia, he immediately became excited, some knelt on the ground and cried, some jumped on their feet and pointed at Haru and scolded loudly, and some knelt on the ground, clasping their throats with dirty fingers, wanting to vomit.

"Cannibalism?" Gao Feng's heart moved, and he turned his head to look at the cooked skin, the mouth of the cooked skin trembled like an electric shock, his eyes widened, and he looked at the contract slave below blankly.

"It's all him, a whole hundred people are driven out of the camp, and they kill people in front of us, and the people who kill them are thrown into the pot to cook, and the desolate people have to let the 1,000 people who work the fastest eat meat every day, and they have meat to eat ......every day."

The militia continued to tell horrific words, and the other militiamen, tribesmen and desolate people, were all horrified, looking in horror at the cannibalistic demons in the pit.

"Why haven't you been eaten?" Gao Feng would not easily listen to others, and stared at the militia with burning eyes.

"That day I was scared and wanted to escape, but I was whipped in the face by the desolate man, fell into a pool of blood and fainted......."

As the militia narrates, a picture unfolds in front of Gao Feng, this guy who is not unlucky or unlucky, has been whipped and thrown in the middle of a pool for disposing of human garbage, which is a mixture of blood, internal organs, hair, bones, and stool, and no one wants to go in and salvage him, but is ignored.

He kept lying on the human bones and watching the prelude to the slaughter, one by one the slaves were driven to the pot, first cut their throats and bled out, and then they were hooked on the skin by hooks, as if dealing with keratocracius, the whole human skin was plucked off, and then the stomach was cut open, and the internal organs flowed out, and all the internal organs that could be taken were collected, and those who could not be taken were thrown into the pool of blood and soaked together with the blood.

One by one, the big living people knelt on the side, watching their wailing companions being stripped of their skins and mutilated while they silently counted when it would be his turn, and some of them could not bear the fear, and they were so frightened that they went insane, and these people were often singled out and killed first.

Some begged for mercy, some cried, some cursed, and some cursed, but this did not stop the butchers from slaughtering, they were just a bunch of brutes, blood running down the ground, washing the hair, floating Bai Sensen's eyeballs, the bones that had been cut off were piled up into small mountains, the butchers kicked the heads of the people rolling at their feet at will, and when a pot of boiled human flesh was salvaged, they were sent to the front construction site to be eaten by a thousand of the hardest working slaves.

The militia's complaint made Gao Feng smart, he was not angry, or rather, he didn't think it was worth being angry anymore.