The icy night has an eerie atmosphere in the drumbeat, and the activities of the desolate people are confined to their tents, leaving only the sentries to guard the torches, which will ignite the fire if it changes.

In their eyes, the Blackclaw tribe has long been a turtle in an urn, and they don't really care, even the desolate warriors who guard the torches wrap themselves tightly in animal skins, sleep with their ears sideways, and they will wake up at the slightest movement.

"Whoosh," ...... a soft roar, and the desolate warrior suddenly threw himself to the ground, clutching the beast's fangs and arrows at his throat with both hands, and his legs grew weaker and weaker, until someone stepped over them and cut off their heads.......

The whole night was spent in the drumming of the wall, and I don't know what the road was about, and the drumbeat of the night sounded on the wall, which made them think that the tribe wanted to attack, but after the first half of the night, no one cared anymore, but was even more sleepy because of the nervous vigilance.

But in the sound of the drums, there is always a breath of yīn melancholy, which makes the desolate people uneasy, and it lasts until dawn, when someone realizes that something is wrong, there is no figure on the wall, only the unpredictable drumbeat, but no one dares to move, not even the shelterers who are guarding here.

They were afraid that this was a signal for the tribesmen to fight back to the death, to attract them to the past and burst out with the most powerful lethality, the desolate people were not in a hurry, they had countless reinforcements, and they had more time, so they decided to respond to all changes without change.

But there are also people who hear that something is wrong, the frequency of the drum beat is getting slower and slower, and there is a feeling of being out of breath, which makes the shelterer more at ease, he thinks that the other party did not see them fooled, and began to slack off, so he is not in a hurry.

But it all came true after the patrol found the body of the desolate warrior, and all speculation and suspicion pointed in one direction, the canyon.

The canyon has always been under the control of Black Claw, and more than two hundred Jīng sharp tribal warriors occupy the dangerous terrain, leaving the desert people helpless, and now, there are only empty mountains left.

Hanging sheep drumming is a kind of unexpected strategic art in ancient warfare, and in the Diqi tribe, in place of the unlucky sheep are two horns with local characteristics, when a group of desolate warriors who rushed into the tribe with a mortal heart saw the two frothing horns, they were all stunned.

The horned drums beat beyond their imagination, causing the self-righteous patrons to angrily dismember their bodies on the spot, but the Blackclaw tribe had already fled, and their siege of the past days had fallen into vain.

Of course, people run, supplies will not run, the Black Claw tribe as light as possible, except for food, others can not be brought as much as possible, leaving a large number of supplies, many of which are rare novelties in the central wilderness, the protectors are angry, the desert warriors are not angry, and accepting a fortress without resistance is the best reward.

The whole hill was hollowed out, and the tribe was good at digging, so that there was enough room here to accommodate the desolate warriors outside, and the shelterer had the intention to send people to pursue, but it was inappropriate to bring it up when everyone was looking for property, so they had no choice but to pursue after lunch.

This proposal plunged the desolate people into an even greater disaster, all this peak had been expected, the desolate people could not get more water outside, so every desolate person needed to save as much water as possible, and in the Diqian tribe, the water here was inexhaustible, and it also made all the desolate people drink bitterly.

When they poured water all over their bodies and enjoyed the cool pleasure, they did not realize that all the poisonous plants growing on the hills around the tribe had been cleaned up, and the taste of the water was not right, and the purified poison was diluted, which may not be fatal in the first place, but it would let them lurk in their bodies, killing the red blood cells in the body, causing blood hypoxia, thus suffocating .......

Gao Feng didn't plan to fight the desolate man head-on, his idea was very simple, it was not the purpose of the battle to fight to the death with the desolate man, but he also didn't want to follow a huge tail behind him, leaving a back hand.

No one in Gao Feng's back hand knew what the outcome of Lu Dao would be, and in order to cooperate, Gao Feng came up with a new plan and ambushed him.

The ambushed warriors lay in ambush on both sides of the canyon, did not go up to the steep hills, there was no fire blockade, it was useless to go up, all of them were covered with camouflage nets made of weeds, lurking among the grass and trees on both sides, waiting for the attack of the desolate people.

Black Claw has been made speechless by Gao Feng's endless means, and he no longer sings against Gao Feng, what Gao Feng says is what he says.

Wearing a camouflage net, the head is full of appreciation for the simple things on the body, if you equip this thing, the ambush sneak attack is simply invincible, and it is simply a big killer for cheating.

While everyone was waiting in peace, several figures running quickly came from a distance like rabbits, and one of them was Toothless.

"Coming, coming, all ready to ......."

The hurried urging made everyone mention the jīng god, but Gao Feng was worried in his heart, he didn't know what the effect of the medicine was in the Dao?

"When will you do it?" In the past, the order to do it depended on the mood of the black claw, but this battle was planned by Gao Feng.

Gao Feng's performance is known to everyone, so far, there has not been a big problem, even if the previous tribal union, Gao Feng made a mistake of course, it was not something that Black Claw could have predicted, and then took the Earth Tribe lightly, so that Black Claw sighed that Lian Po was old, and his opinion on Gao Feng was a little heavier.

"Wait, something is wrong...... Gao Feng replied in a whisper, a pair of sharp eyes always staring at the scattered desolate people who appeared in his line of sight.

Ben was prepared for the worst, but after the poison was diluted, it seemed to have an effect, and the scattered desolate warriors did not have any formation to speak of, and they staggered towards here one by one, but the pace became slower and slower, and many people couldn't walk while walking, so they had to sit on the side of the road and gasp loudly, wanting more air.

"What's going on?" The warriors and warriors of the Blackclaw tribe immediately noticed that something was wrong, how did all the desolate warriors who had been fighting for days turn into soft-footed shrimp? Many people have begun to tremble, and they have the belief that they will win against this kind of guy who walks and gasps.

"The poison I've refined has worked, but should they stop the pursuit?" Gao Feng couldn't understand it, it was the best result to let the desolate people know the difficulties and retreat, and he was ambushing here just in case, and he was not ready to completely annihilate these desolate people, after all, they didn't have the capital to compete with tens of thousands of desolate warriors.

"They don't dare, Hengduan won't be so easy to speak, if they can't find any trace ......of us, the end of going back will be miserable."

Mantou knew the desolate people better than Gao Feng, and immediately explained, which made Gao Feng's heart feel helpless, whether it was the desolate people or them, it was not easy.

"No more ambushes, let's get out of the ......." Gao Feng is a little tasteless, he was poisoned in the first place, and he has traveled so far, I'm afraid that the desolate people won't be able to hold on, even if they go out, there will be no fight.

"Kill or not kill......." Blackclaw raised its claws, and more than a thousand heavily armed men stood up, causing the desolate people to scream in horror.

Black Claw wanted to kill a happy one, his face was gloomy, and he did not object, the two sides were friends and enemies, Gao Feng hesitated, but shook his head and said:

"It's easy to kill them, but it will anger the big troops behind, we just collect their weapons and water, without these things, they can't keep up with our ......."

Gao Feng's words made his head full of appreciation, nodded and said: "The desolate people are not a slate, they all have contradictions with each other, we let them go today, maybe they will let us go in the future, after all, the desolate people are also ...... of kindness." ”

With the tone, it is easy to act, although the protector of the desolate people can still fight, but under the double oppression of the head and the black claw, he also has to compromise, and there is no objection to the proposal of the head of the head, in fact, he is still insisting on it, just want to rush over to find a way to go back to face the crossing.