It is more vivid to describe it as a collapse. The layers of corpses fell to the ground, forming crisscrossing chessboards. The two sides competed like black and white pieces on the chessboard. The chess game was clear at a glance. The tribal warriors had defeated the middle line of the deserted people. It took only more than half an hour before and the death toll did not exceed two hundred people, and the deserted warriors were no longer able to resist.

At this time, there were still more people in the defeated mid-line than tribal warriors. The poles on the top of the mountain were stunned. The small square array retreated with difficulty under the squeeze of the large square array. I thought it was not good, but I didn't expect that the subsequent reversal would occur. Before I could understand it, the large square array became a piece of loose sand. At this time, two arrays equal to the small square array were moving closer to the center of the battlefield.

The queues surrounded by the two wings did not waste much time. The battle between thousands of people was indeed not a big scene in the vast battlefield, but Gao Feng controlled the rhythm through his keen battlefield touch. When the team retreated, he used space to exchange for time and used time to lengthen the space.

It is like a sonata, taking all the initiative in your own hands. Of course, this is also the only need to command 800 people on the battlefield. All the leaders are black claw warriors, who can understand their meaning at the first time and execute the orders with the fastest reaction.

The middle line is the Dinghai Shen Needle, and the two wings are the key to the decisive victory. However, once the Dinghai Shen Needle is not, the two wings become fools hanging alone. It is very simple. The tribal warriors with a formation are still complete and can handle a large army of 1,600 people. It is obviously no problem to deal with them. Moreover, they cannot see the team attacking on the other side because of the crowd, giving them the illusion of fighting alone.

The inequality of intelligence and insufficient information make the battlefield a polarized trend. One side still has absolute military strength, but it is broken and everyone is in danger. The other side is right to chase the remaining brave men and women without any concerns. Gao Feng has never turned his attention to both sides, but it is just constantly disintegrating the deserted soldiers who gathered in the middle line.

The guy who had a loud voice had been shouting and gathering the team, but there were people running away from all directions. He grabbed one, couldn't hold a hundred, cut two, and couldn't kill twenty. One was in a daze. He met Gao Feng, and he lost all his pride and arrogance in his mind. He rushed to Gao Feng regardless of the age gap between the two sides, waving his jaw bones to rush towards Gao Feng.

Gao Feng touched the pistol with both hands, his head flashed, and he immediately gave up. The man in front of him seemed to be unable to die, so he pulled out the Death Scimitar and met him. The huge jaw bone was swung down to Gao Feng like a long-handled sickle. The Death Scimitar crossed the cross to block the front. Amid the violent collision, the shattered beast teeth flew everywhere, and the huge recoil force also made Gao Feng fly back three or five meters, and his feet pulled out two grooves on the ground, looking at the same surprised man.

"You lost..." Gao Feng only said three words. There were shouts and howlings around the two of them, and screams were like the noise of the vegetable market.

"I haven't lost yet..." The man answered Gao Feng with his roar, waved his jaw bone again and rushed towards Gao Feng. This time, Gao Feng let go of the Death Scimitar with both hands, and suddenly accelerated to rush towards the man. The moment the jaw bone slashed towards him, it suddenly slid forward on the ground and rolled over, supported the ground with both hands, bounced upwards, and kicked the man's elbow hard.

The mandible suddenly lost control, and the man's arm took him back, and at this moment, Gao Feng's sweeping legs hooked the man's heels and pulled the man to the ground. The man fell to the ground with a roar, stretched out his hands to support the ground. Before he could lie down, the sharp and cold serrated scimitar was already hanging on his throat...

"Great Elder? Did you let them go like this?" The second elder was very unwilling. According to the rules of the Western wilderness, all the deserted people who were defeated by them were dead, and all the living slaves were sacks of the losers. But Gao Feng let them go like this, and he didn't even confiscate the weapons, so he let them go?

Not only the second elder’s question, but also the question of most soldiers. Eight hundred people fight against 3,000 people, it is a heroic battle at any time. The people who attack each hold the determination to die without life. If they win, they should have the right to enjoy the fruits of victory. Gao Feng bows all this to others, how can they be willing to let them be?

"Yes, why don't you use Yuantu Crossbow and longbow? Maybe I can defeat them by just a dozen people, but like now, more than a hundred people die..."

This is what the Black Claw Warriors said, and their emotions looked very low. The Century Team he was responsible for was almost completely lost, with less than twenty seemingly intact left, and the rest were almost killed.

"Did you ask this? Do you want to rebel?" With a loud roar, the violent pole rushed up, and the fanged knife in his hand waved demonstrably, making people frightened and vicious cheek muscles twisted, like a demon who chose someone to eat.

"You don't think about it. What are you eating and using? What are you getting from the Great Elder? What do you eat in the western wilderness? What are you eating here? What is the meat meal that is missing? Isn't it just a few cheons? What is it that compares to what you eat in your stomach?"

The words of the cock holding a gun made everyone ashamed at the same time. The cock was right. During this period, they had meat soup or barbecue for every meal, as well as pasta made from wild wheat. Which meal was not eaten so much that they were full of oil? All this was earned by the peak and it really had nothing to do with them.

"Uncle Ganzi, stop scolding, I still have to tell them some things..." Gao Feng was not angry or depressed, and providing food to the soldiers for their military pay was normal for Gao Feng. It was just that the finances in the tribe did not allow it, and he had no taxes. Otherwise, he would be willing to pay more to reward the soldiers. After all, they would have paid their lives.

"We can defeat the three thousand deserted people, but the deserted people will send 30,000 and 130,000 again. At that time, no matter how strong our fortifications are, it will not last long..."

After Gao Feng said this, many people's faces changed. There were only more than 3,000 men who died in the Sky Claw Tribe, and only two-thirds of them could go to the battlefield. Eight hundred people might be able to defeat 3,000, but two thousand people would definitely not be able to fight 30,000.

"You are not short of the cheons, and there is no land that can be planted for you. Even if you are given to you cheons, you cannot support them. So the spoils are optional. Let the pole get what can be used from the materials to compensate you..."

Gao Feng's words made many warriors who went to fight felt guilty and shook their hands repeatedly and said no, but were stopped by the solemn look of the high school.

"You are fighting for the tribe. This is the compensation for you by the tribe. Of course, men who died in battle will have three times the compensation, and their descendants will also receive unified support until they become adults. As long as the tribe does not perish, you will never need to worry that your descendants will not have food to eat."

From the indifference of Grandma Huoya to Ada, we can see that the tribe's pension system is very bad, the warriors have no guarantees, and they will not be treated preferentially even if they die in battle. If those disabled tribe warriors cannot fight, they will live a little better than their pro-slaves, so Shazaodi and the cheslaves become more important. Now that there are no such things for the tribe warriors, Gao Feng naturally bears their worries.

After explaining it all, the warriors and pro-slaves were satisfied, but there was still a thorn in their hearts. Why didn’t crossbow arrows and longbows be used in the final battle? How many people would be killed in this way?

"Actually, I can minimize casualties, and many people don't need to die..." Gao Feng only had warriors in his previous life. He knew what these people were thinking, and spoke out the doubts in everyone's hearts with a slight sadness in his sentence. The black-clawed warrior who asked before was very uncomfortable holding his head. It seemed that he asked this question.

"However, even if we win, the deserted people will not be convinced. They will think that we rely on weapons and good food to win. In order to revenge, they may gather more deserted warriors to come. Our purpose is not to kill many deserted warriors, but to survive. So we do not rely on these things and defeat the three thousand deserted people in a dignified manner. Imagine that if we don't use this weapon, we can defeat four times the deserted people. If we have these weapons, how many deserted people can we defeat?"

Gao Feng said this, everyone was in a state of great emotion, and almost everyone's mind was flashing a number: "Ten times..."
Chapter completed!