Doomsday Dark Age

"How many times in total?"

After Gao Feng felt that the vibration above her head was no longer coming, she asked Bai Vinegar next to her. Bai Vine was wearing an exquisite half-length leather armor with a pretty and plump appearance. hides and black carbon pens.

"A total of 170 eight times, the time is almost one-third of a day..."

Bai Vinegar looked at the writing on the animal skin and opened his mouth. After speaking, he stared at Gao Feng eagerly, waiting for a compliment.

"It's almost there, their ammunition should be used up, the aperitif has been drunk, and it's time for dinner?"

Gao Feng ignored the pouting white vinegar and said to himself.

Eight hours of continuous bombardment caused problems with two-thirds of the giant trebuchets. Countless desolate bondage slaves pulling the trebuchets were so tired that they didn't even have the strength to stand up, but no one let them rest. Driven by them, they began to form a long team, and each was given a sharpened wooden stick, ready to wait for the final attack.

The flames on the top of the mountain were slowly extinguished, and the thick smoke formed a black fog, swirling around, making people unable to see the specific state of the top of the mountain. Most of the iconic stone fortresses on the two tops of the mountain collapsed, leaving less than three points One of the foundations is still there, but it has been blackened by black smoke.

Before the army at the bottom of the mountain approached, a scorching heat wave rushed towards us. It seemed that even the rocks were burned red by the flames. At this time, it was not the rain of spears and stones on the top of the mountain that stopped the army from advancing, but this high temperature, suffocating heat.

The coalition warriors who drove the desolate Qinu didn't care about the life and death of the desolate people, and kept driving them closer to the mountain. Even if they want to rebel, it is impossible to pierce their armor.

There are no siege ladders, no building cars, no baffles, and thousands of barren people are driven to the hot and scorching mountain. In black, with a drop of nearly 20 meters, the desolate people approaching the mountain wall have no way to go, even if they want to go up, they can't do it....

The scorching heat is nothing, as long as you hold back, you will get used to it, but as the desolate people approached the mountain, they all hesitated, and all looked behind them. They knew their mission, captured these two mountains, and killed all the creatures inside. , but how can they go up?

The moment countless people turned their heads back at the same time, there was a commotion behind them, and a wave of people crowded forward from behind, constantly pushing the people in front of the mountain wall like a wave, and the barren people who hesitated at the front were crushed by the people behind them. Thrust pushes the involuntary forward, even if they stop, even if they're pushing in the opposite direction.

The people in the first row are destined to be victims. This is the necessity of siege warfare. When the barbarians attacked the Fortress of Despair, less than 8000 of the first wave of 800 people could return, and less than 80 of them could stand up and go back by themselves. The barren people who walked in the front didn't intend to go back alive, but they didn't expect that the one who really killed them would come from behind.

It seems that all the people in the Tianzhu tribe were burned to death by the fireball, and there was no one in sight, let alone the arrows that flew down and threw the guns. There are also pairs of flames and smoke, all of which hit the mountain wall and rolled down.

The burning fireball was almost extinguished, and the ground was scorching hot like coals. The desolate people who were squeezed past fell to the ground with screams. The next moment, their skin all turned red, and some dark red stones almost touched their skin. , It never fell off like glue, squeaking oily flowers emerged from the skin, billowing layers of scorched thick smoke, many people's hair was also ignited, forming new fireballs one by one.

The crowd at the back was still crowded forward, and faint screams could be heard from behind. Amidst the screams, there was even greater chaos, which caused a huge wave-like force to rush forward under the push of the crowd, and countless people fell to the ground , being baked by the high temperature ground, could not live or die, some people frantically biting and pushing their companions around them.

This push and push is irreversible. The people in front fell down, but the people behind still pushed forward. No matter what was in front, the sharp steel knives behind them were depriving them of their lives. The fully armed tribal warriors Wielding the weapon in his hand vigorously, it was like cutting down bushes and weeds, beheading the last barren man.

In order to avoid the blade behind them, the desolate people rushed forward desperately, just wanting to be farther away from the blade. The coalition forces did not expect these desolate people to climb up. Their only purpose was to cool the high temperature of the rock with the blood of the desolate people. Dead bodies forged ladders to climb, and so did they.

Under the two hills, thousands of barren warriors were crowded, most of them didn't even have weapons, and kept moving forward, forward, and forward under the surge of crowds.

After all the flames in front were extinguished, a staircase piled up by countless people was formed. Hundreds of desolate people entangled and fell on the hot ground to a height of several meters, and more people climbed on the hill built by the human body. , and the next moment, he was pulled down by the barren man under his feet and became a part of the stepping stone.

Standing on the highest point, leaning against the hot rocks, the desolate man-like man looked back and wailed in despair. They cried loudly together, crying heart-rendingly. Behind, the coalition warriors, who were only half the number of desolate people, were like harvesting crops. The farmer calmly and numbly killed the panic-stricken desolate people behind, while the front was a dead end. Was this forcing them to a dead end?

The entire coalition army camp was silently watching this brutal killing, watching those desolate people crying helplessly on the pile of corpses. Many people couldn't bear the torment of this fear, and stuck themselves on hot rocks, Climbing up with ten fingers that were excruciatingly painful under the high temperature, the pile of corpses piled up higher and higher under their bodies.

The skin and flesh of many people's hands were welded to the hot rocks. They cried and climbed until the flesh and skin of their hands fell off, exposing the white fingers. Falling, trampled underfoot by more people.

This killing lasted for a long time. When everything calmed down, the piled corpses were almost level with the top of the mountain. Two huge piles of corpses formed a gentle slope leading directly to the top of the mountain. On the edge of the gentle slope were more scattered corpses, one by one indifferent. The coalition warriors carried weapons and rummaged among the corpses, repairing each corpse, and found out the desolate warriors who pretended to be dead and hoped to escape.

In their hands, life is so cheap, and the disappearance of one life after another has made many soldiers of the coalition army unbearable. Many people lifted their metal masks, knelt on the ground and vomited, and some people waved their weapons frantically to kill the people in front of them. The corpses were hacked into flesh and screamed meaninglessly, until they were too tired to lift their knives any more.

The superiors didn't care about the mental health of the warriors below. They looked at the two huge gentle slopes with satisfaction, and even sighed in their hearts. Save a lot of food.

The sky has become completely dark. Except for the intermittent fire on the mountain top and the bonfire lit in the camp of the coalition forces, the whole land is plunged into darkness. The coalition warriors who were rummaging among the corpses for the living also retreated. The human catastrophe has come to an end, waiting for tomorrow morning.