"Huhhhhh..." A burst of hot air squirted on Gao Feng's neck, causing his hair to stand up. He turned around suddenly but hit Kuoya's head. The two of them hugged their heads and screamed. Without waiting for Gao Feng to get angry, they came over to find the thrust Kuoya and said first: "The Huangju tribe sent people to patrol both sides, and it seemed that they wanted to find the passage to climb up. I was afraid that they would find the place where the guys behind them were hiding..."

When Gao Feng heard this, his heart thumped. He immediately glanced at Huanghou, turned his head and saw through the observation hole that those walking fire platforms were always stepping back and forth on the spot, without any of them moving forward. However, their arrows seemed fierce, but none of them fell on the fortifications. Obviously, the other party was trying to find their flaws and unexpectedly.

"Let the pole take people down, no matter how many people come, they will kill them..." Gao Feng ordered without thinking, and his contempt for Huang Yan was restrained a little. Obviously, the other party was not a fool either.

Kuoya nodded and ran out quickly. A tribal warrior beside him whispered to Gao Feng: "Do you want to use a crossbow? They are in our shooting world, and I promise to leave at least twenty of their large animals..."

The proposal of the tribe warriors is based on the shooting distance of the torsion crossbow. The crossbows they sold are all defective, and the shooting distance is only two-thirds of their own equipment. Once the torsion crossbow they hid on the hill, the other party will suffer a storm-like blow, leaving behind twenty giant beasts with thick scalp and rough flesh.

"Don't move rashly, the torsional crossbow must be used at critical moments..." Gao Feng did not agree to the Warrior's proposal. For him, the Huangju tribe did not need to pay too much attention and did not want to expose its strength to Huangren too early. If Huangren had only a small local dog as big as a fist behind him, they would not care. If the small local dog turned into a hungry wolf that ate people, don't expect them to concentrate on dealing with the clumsy elephant in the Fortress of Despair.

The most lively battlefield was before the valley, but the cruelest battlefield was on both sides of the mountains. The Huangju tribe sent hundreds of the most elite scouts to find places to go up the mountain on both sides of the mountains. It was easy to find the footprints of the people who had evacuated to the mountain before. They searched along the footprints, but did not notice that there were always eyes staring at them on the empty cliff.

When the first rope ladder descended from the hill, the real battle officially began.

For Gao Feng, this battle is better than courage. The rhythm of the battle must be controlled within the scope of the biting of the local dogs. It will not make the deserted camp feel that there is a hungry wolf lurking here, but it will also make the Huangju tribe believe that they will eventually be able to seize the North Dragon Canyon and fight for as much time as possible.

To be honest, no one can see the overall situation of this strategy except Gao Feng himself. Everyone has only one mind. War is to live and die. Holding a knife to cut it. If you win, you will live and lose. There is no need to think too much.

Therefore, many of Gao Feng's decisions were not understood. Just like at this time, even when the battle reached the most intense time and the Gukou was almost broken, Gao Feng never issued an order to cut off the Gukou.

The black smoke on the top of the mountain floated everywhere, the rolling flames burned on the logs, and the fireballs that crossed the sky hit the ground like rain and burst out on the position on the top of the mountain. The splashing flames ignited the wooden bunkers. From time to time, you can see warriors or slaves on fire escaped from the inside, sneering on the ground, and turned into a scorched corpse.

Both hills were covered by flames and thick smoke, and all the fighters had a fire in their hearts. Until now, they have been suppressed and have never paid back their hands, just because Gao Feng did not issue an order to attack.

The burning smoke created a suffocating poisonous gas. The roar of the whistling fireball hit the ground made many people phobia. No one can tell whether the next one will hit their heads? The shouts of killing at the foot of the mountain are one after another, making people feel frustrated and entangled. The soldiers on the two hills can't help but curse Gao Feng in their hearts.

Gao Feng kept observing in the bunker and mastering more information. From the beginning of the battle, he knew that the main battlefield must be no longer above the two peaks, nor the canyon below, but the scattered battlefields around the two peaks. No one knows better the defense system and terribleness of Beilong Canyon than Shi Peng. Although Gao Feng defended him a lot, there were always clues that were seen.

"Boom..." There was a trembling sound, and a wave of heat suddenly came from the exit behind him. The next moment, the peak was knocked away. Before he could land, he saw a tribal warrior's shoulder pierced by a wooden thorn as thick as an arm. After he landed, the dust and smoke rushed in from outside, as well as Mars, the entire bunker's interior was filled with dust and smoke.

Gao Feng coughed and dragged the tribe warriors out of the bunker. The thick smoke instantly turned him into black charcoal. When he looked around with only the white cheeks, he was shocked, and he was prepared. He was burning flames and smoke everywhere. Fighting combatants were scattered on the ground, weapons scattered on the ground, and torsional crossbows destroyed in the trenches.

He took out a wet cloth and covered the mouths and noses of the tribe warriors. Gao Feng carried him on his shoulder and ran backwards. The whistling fireballs exploded one after another on the hill, with the characteristics of flowering bullets. What scares people is not the power of the fireball, but no one knows where to fall back next moment.

Chaos, fear, frustration, and despair of not finding a safe place are the psychology of the guardians of the two hills. Gao Feng did not comfort him. The bursting fireball was like a snowball thrown by a child. In the falling fireball, he could always avoid it before hitting it, and even had the heart to rescue others. On the way between him rushing from the hill to the safe area three hundred meters away, he kicked seven people away in a row, saving these seven people from pain or death.

In the resettlement area three hundred meters away, there were already many wounded people lying there wailing. Most of them were so smoked that they were invisible. Some were burned by flames. However, some were not lucky enough to be burned into curled coke. The second elder brought a group of strong women to treat these wounded people quickly. The heavy ones would be carried by the woman on her shoulders and retreated to the rear. The light ones would wait for the better before going to the battlefield.

"How is the pole?" Gao Feng wiped the black smoke from his face with a wet towel, and asked the questioner easily and naturally. The second elder looked at the explosion of fireworks in the distance without hesitation.

"It doesn't matter, this thing doesn't work much. Huang Ju can't attack the mountain with this thing. It will be fine when they get familiar with it for a while. If someone uses a fireball in the future, it will not be possible to hurt them..."

Gao Feng finally explained the reasons why all the guards complained, but wanted the warriors of the Sky Claw Tribe to feel the real battlefield and familiarize them with this new way of fighting. Gao Feng had intuition. In the future, they might encounter combat of the level of despair fortress.
Chapter completed!