The number of desolate people is four times that of the peak, and the poles standing on the top of the mountain are holding cold sweat in their hearts, their foreheads are hot sweat, their whole bodies are soaked with sweat, and their mouths are dry as they look at the two phalanxes, one large and one small, approaching each other.

The peak of eight hundred warriors, two hundred sword and shield hands, two hundred spearmen, and four hundred long knife hands lined up in a neat team, relatively tight, and the desolate people are scattered relatively open, and the teams do not cooperate, they roughly divide the shield hand of defense, then mix all kinds of weapons together, in the walking, it is like a scattered duck, boundless, at this moment the tribe and the desolate people are distinguished, the tribal warriors are scattered, advance and retreat as one, very team momentum, and the desolate people are ......, great even a gang.

The desolate people are ready to surround the peak, the two wings are separated by a relatively separate formation, and the team in the middle is disconnected from the two wings because of the distance, which no one can control, and no one cares, both sides are close to each other.

The small phalanx of tribal warriors was neatly aligned, always maintaining a formation of advancing and retreating together, like a hen walking in a square step, walking towards the monster formed by the huge yīn shadow, and many of the onlookers from a distance had already sentenced Gao Feng to death, believing that the tribal warriors would definitely be wiped out.

At the moment when the two sides handed over, the desolate people broke out with deafening cheers, which made the heart of the pole almost jump out of his throat, but he saw that one shield after another was abandoned by the desolate people, wielding fanged knives and pounced on the tribal warriors, they had already rushed through the thirty-meter death line, and there were no imaginary arrows, which made the desolate people crazy in surprise.

In the madman's desolate shout, wielding the fanged knife, like a wolf pack rushing towards the prey, the next second, the tribal warriors burst into a roar, and the shields suddenly closed together to meet the slashing of countless fanged knives, after the first knife, countless desolate people pounced and knocked the desolate warriors in front of them into the shield.

There were almost fifteen or six hundred desolate people in the middle of the road, and the force of fifteen or six hundred people huddled together was huge, and the shields of the tribal warriors were like containers pushed away by a forklift, slowly retreating, and both sides erupted into roars, and countless weapons were lined up on both sides.

The people on both sides are squeezing each other, the people of the tribe want to stabilize, the desolate people want to break through, the spears on both sides are like rain of spears, and they fall towards each other's formations one after another, such as the spears of the forest swaying from side to side, knocking down the spears one by one, and the desolate people screamed after being stabbed by the spears.

There were screams on both sides, and some of the tribal warriors were stabbed by throwing spears, but the number was much smaller than that of the desolate people, and when they were squeezing each other and stalemate, the spearmen suddenly lowered their spears and crossed the shoulders of the sword and shield men in the front row, and the sharp spears were like the fangs of poisonous snakes, making the squeezing desolate people let out a piercing scream.

In the rush of the peak, the spear stabbed out violently, and one by one the desolate people were pierced through the chest, and fell forward on the shield, and the blood was pulled out at the moment when the spear was drawn, and a piece of blood mist burst out, just at this moment, the spears of both sides had been exhausted, and the formation of the tribal warriors shook suddenly, and suddenly retreated backwards, throwing down a corpse.

The corpse was submerged by the desolate man who squeezed up in the next moment, and another row of spears pierced out, and the desolate warrior was pierced through the forefront at the same time, and there was a burst of blood mist drifting away, and in the blood mist surging, the shield retreated again, repeating the previous resistance, assassination.

The physical strength of both sides was reflected at this moment, the desolate warriors had run long distances before, and after a short rest, their whole bodies were sore, and they were easily tired, while the tribal warriors only needed to keep retreating, and the amount of strength consumed was not large, and even the spearmen were divided into two groups to assassinate.

The desolate man is like a big potato that has been peeled, weakened layer by layer, the formation of the two wings is still moving closer to the middle, five consecutive waves of assassination, the desolate man in the middle line has lost a third of his manpower, and even behind the desolate man's team, a corpse that fell to the ground almost covered the earth.

The battlefield can never be decided by numbers, and the loss of more than 1,600 people in the middle line of the desolate people in a short period of time immediately reduced the pressure on the tribe a lot, and at this time, the long knife hands that raised jīng were divided into two queues, separated from the left and right sides of the rear of the formation, like two poisonous snakes that had been gathering for a long time suddenly opened their fangs and pounced.

The next moment, there was another wave of assassinations, and the desolate warriors lost hundreds of people again, although the sword and shield hands of the tribal warriors also lost a lot, but the sword and shield men would never fight alone, and if there was a gap around them, they would rely on the past to make up for it, and the defense line was never penetrated, and the desolate people had seriously lost blood and had lost the motivation to continue advancing, which was when the counterattack of the tribal warriors came.

The long knife hand suddenly pounced from both sides of the sword and shield hand, and instantly rushed into the middle of the desolate warriors who had no formation, the long swordsmen were all tribal warriors of Qingyi sè, even in the face of the most sharp desolate warriors, the tribal warriors could be superior, not to mention the fact that the desolate man's physical strength was consumed a lot, and the strength was involved in the shield array?

The previous screams were bursts and bursts, and every time after the spear was stabbed, the screams would sound, and then it was like a sound that had been pressed the pause button, and now the screams were continuous, and in the midst of the roars, the knives flipped and danced, and the tribal warriors showed the art of killing to the extreme, each of them had the skills to kill two, or even a few desolate warriors.

At this moment, the two warriors cooperated with each other, and they would never face the enemy alone, one person made a gesture, and at the moment when the desert warrior hurriedly resisted, the other fanged knife easily harvested his life.

Pieces of desolate people fell, and finally, the desolate people collapsed, and they suddenly found that the front, left, and right were all tribal warriors, and their reinforcements were still rushing to this side, but their side had been killed and wounded, and even if the support rushed over, there was no chance to win, and then someone regretted throwing away the shield.

The shield man retreated ....... There was no longer a desolate man trying to take the initiative to attack the big array, Gao Feng ordered loudly at the moment when the two sides separated, and the order was not obvious in the noisy battlefield, but the blood-soaked fangs in the middle of the sword and shield hands saw Gao Feng's gesture and immediately roared, and in the roar, the fists and kicks drove the red-eyed sword and shield hands who refused to retreat to the back.

Rows of spearmen replaced the sword and shield men, they were the main force of this battle, slashing and stabbing to death, although the spears were simple, but the most powerful, especially the organized spearmen, they lined up in a neat formation, step by step towards the desolate people who began to crumble, the neat formation made the erected spears like a moving forest.

"Kill ......." The Blackclaw Warriors are the souls of the Warriors of the Horde, in the past, they were the jīng Rui who attacked the fortifications, and now, they are the commanders of small queues, they have a lot of combat experience, everyone is a demon who crawls out of the pile of dead, they always keep a clear head and give the right orders.

Rows of spears are like peacocks opening the screen, unfolding in front, one by one the desolate people wielding weapons are pierced by the spears stabbed from the beveled side, and they are not blind, this is another reform of the peak, the spearmen are one-on-one to assassinate the opponent, so it is easy to be swept away, but stabbing to the right is a deceitful art of deception.

The desolate people are all paying attention to the spearmen in front of them, and they will never think of assassinating them from their side, because their companions on their side will not think that the target of the assassination is not themselves, but the people around them, and this sudden shock will make their brains hesitate for a second, and by the time they remember to do something, the spearhead from their side has already pierced them .......