"Do me a favor......

The hoarse voice was like the bark of an old tree that had lost its moisture, and every word was extremely difficult to speak, and when he opened his mouth, his chapped lips cracked like a knife, revealing a little scarlet blood, and he spoke the rest of the words at an extremely slow pace.

"Help kill me, I don't have the strength to wipe my neck ......."

Gao Feng laughed when he heard this, and laughed very coldly, and jumped off the blue-scaled beast, grabbed the other party's neck, and pressed him into the middle of the corpse, just so that his face was facing the painful and distorted face of a certain corpse.

"Look at them, look at them, they are your people, they are your warriors, they died for you, and when you see them, do you have the face to say this? Do you have a face? ”

Gao Feng's angry roar made the dragon spearmen and the desolate people look at him together, and the maple leaf flower pouted at Jia Luo, who was choked by Gao Feng, and looked down on this kind of person who was going to die or live if he was hit.

In Gao Feng's angry scolding, Jia Luo, who was weak and weak before, suddenly burst out with tremendous strength, snapped Gao Feng's hand away, knelt on the ground and shouted loudly:

"What can I do? What can I do? If I hadn't insisted on making enemies with the underground, they wouldn't have died here, it's me, it's all my fault, and I don't even have any hope of revenge, what can you make me do...... ”

Gao Feng kicked him to the corpse pile with a kick and roared by his neck, pointed to his nose and continued to scold:

"Even if you want to die, you can't die here, the underground people are still alive and well, you can't kill the heavens, can't you kill the underground? Thousands of lives are in debt, there are thousands of underground people waiting for you to collect debts, and you will die ...... when you repay the debts of the underground people. ”

A thunderbolt flashed in Yue Hai's mind, the man in front of him was right, he couldn't help the fighter in the sky, could he still not do it on the ground? Before, he had to worry about the livelihood of thousands of tribes, so he could only stay here with grievances, but now that the tribe has been destroyed, what else does he have to worry about? With the combat strength of his half-step regret army, can't he recover this blood debt?

Originally, Yue Hai just got into the tip of the horns, and he just wanted the underground people to strike in the air, and he could never defeat them, but he didn't think that he didn't need to defeat the underground people, he just needed to kill them as much as possible, as long as he didn't die for a day, he would keep killing, and one day, he would use the lives of thousands of underground people to lay the foundation for the subordinates who were burned alive.

"I'm Yue Hai, I'm Xianfeng Jialuo, whoever can help me kill the underground people, I will help him die, whoever stops you from killing the underground people, I will help you kill him......."

Still full of killing intent, Yue Hai is like a predatory cheetah, exuding boundless murderous aura standing opposite the peak, his eyes that have regained focus are extremely serious, and Gao Feng nodded heavily in the face of the resurrected Yue Hai.

A half-step regret army, one hundred and thirty-seven wounded, this is the first batch of new subordinates accepted by the peak, these people are alive and dead, except for eating and sleeping, the only desire is to find underground people for revenge, and this can only be satisfied by the peak, when the peak looks at these wounded who have returned to the Crescent Mountain station to rest and heal, he knows in his heart that once they take up arms again, it will be a fearless army of death, nothing can make them fearful, and there is no temptation to corrode their will to fight, As long as they have breath, they will press forward until they fall, for they are long dead, and only the shells that have survived are waiting to fight.

Only the army that has experienced death and despair and can continue to fight is the truly terrifying army, except for the battle, they have nothing, even if they encounter a big defeat, they will not collapse, and only such an army is what Gao Feng hopes for the most.

Eighty or ninety percent of the desolate people died due to the saturation air raids of the underground people, and even if the desolate people who had never seen an air strike dodge the bombing, they could not escape the poisonous smoke and suffocation when the fire burned, not to mention the fire for three consecutive days, without particularly good luck, there was almost no chance of survival.

But as long as the surviving desolate people, except for those who were frightened mad by death and flames, the rest were killing machines full of revenge, and the attacks of the underground people did not come down to them, but instead smashed the inferiority in their bones and forged them into a battle intent as hard as steel.

The 2,287 desolate people are the survivors of tens of thousands of desolate soldiers who survived the air raids and lack of food, except for more than 300 frightened cowards and madmen, and more than 400 seriously injured people who are severely disabled, the remaining 1,500 people are the recruits of the dragon spearmen, most of these recruits have burns of varying severity, and many of them have begun to be infected, which has become the second headache after the pregnant women of the desolate people.

The peak who took in the vast majority of the surviving desolate people not only received the allegiance of Yue Hai, but also the scattered three Xianfeng Garo and dozens of Gara people took refuge, which increased the combat power of Gao Feng's Garo to more than three hundred, and at the same time brought a huge burden of wounded to Gao Feng.

The medical team formed was only more than 20 people, although a lot of medicine and equipment were seized from the underground people, but it was not enough to meet the needs of thousands of wounded, not to mention not ordinary external injuries, most of them were deep burns, the lightest was also a superficial grade 3, and the medicine and equipment needed were more than ten times the existing ones, and the difference was enough to make Gao Feng's hair gray.

In order to prevent the underground people from discovering the truth about Crescent Mountain, Gao Feng moved most of the population to the belly of the mountain, except for the reconnaissance team that left observation posts and maple leaf flowers on the ground, including Gao Feng shrank into the dark underground, and the most densely populated place in the mountainside was the temporary hospital.

Gao Feng walked to the door of the hospital tiredly, his body was full of old and fresh bloodstains, these blood stains had dried up, exuding a pungent fishy smell, a high peak who paid attention to personal cleanliness but did not have the energy to pay attention to these little things, took out a cigarette and lit it, and spit it out of his mouth after a long time, his heart was full of helplessness.

Countless people behind him screamed and groaned, and the terrible screams lingered in the dark space like ghost crying, impacting people's eardrums, and Gao Feng had long been immune to the terrifying sound of countless screams superimposed, and for three whole days, he stayed here without leaving, using the Thousand Tribulation Silk to operate on the wounded, even if he had the skills that top surgeons looked up to, he still couldn't stop the wave of death.

Just when the peak was halfway through, more than a dozen women came out of it with aluminum barrels, these metal barrels that should have been silver-white shells were dyed red, and their burnt arms and legs were randomly packed in the buckets, revealing the boss, and there was blood flowing on the cut section, red muscles and white bones, plus the scorched black shell skin, which made people sickened, but these women carrying buckets were expressionless, obviously accustomed to this kind of Cheng dù blood.

The stump brought out is only a small part, these days, the women who have beaten the hands have not stopped, constantly taking out these severed stumps from the hospital, sending them to the incinerator to burn, sending out more than just stumps, one by one tired desolate traitors carrying stretchers followed closely behind, the stretchers were full of large areas of skin erosion corpses, many corpses still had traces of sewing and patching, hands and feet hung weakly outside the stretcher, blood and pus overflowing from the wound dripped down the hanging hands and feet to the ground, Leaves countless lines on the ground.

Dozens of corpses were accumulated in half a day, the corpses of yesterday and the day before yesterday had been burned to ashes and scattered outside, Gao Feng smoked a cigarette silently, he didn't know how many corpses and stumps were to be sent out of the hospital, in order to prevent the dragon lancers from demoralizing, the dragon lancers have been forbidden to approach this side, all the clutter is all done by the desolate traitors, there have been two desolate traitors who can't stand this hellish scene and commit suicide, no one knows, how many people will join them.

Throwing away most of the cigarette butts, in the smoky smoke, Gao Feng felt that his tortured nose was a little better, and with a firm step, he turned around and re-entered the hospital, the so-called hospital was just a few empty warehouses closed, one of which placed the operating table and medium-sized equipment unloaded from the medical car, and the other warehouses and passages were used as wards for the wounded.

Stepping on the sticky and slippery blood on the ground, Gao Feng returned to the hospital full of wailing, the four-meter-diameter passage was lined with beds, and under the dim light at the top, the wounded on the beds were either staring blankly, or nervously wiping the three-inch-long dagger in their hands, or curled up into a ball and hid themselves in the shadows. 、

More people are still moaning in a coma, Gao Feng walked step by step by the bed at his feet, breathing air full of all kinds of smells, the wounded near the outside are relatively lightly injured, the more inward, the more seriously injured, the more physically mutilated the wounded, many people have not only had their legs amputated, but even their arms have been amputated, according to the habits of the wilderness, these people have no qualifications to live, even if they recover from their injuries, that is, they can't become warriors, and they can't farm and graze, if they don't want to drag down their families, one death is the best choice.

Of course Gao Feng will not do this, the goddess of dawn left tens of thousands of tons of food, these grains will slowly spoil if they are placed, even if these people are raised in vain, it is not much consumption, not to mention that there are desolate traitors who have taken refuge in the underground people as hard labor, neither need to consume manpower, nor worry about materials, Gao Feng is willing to use the seriously injured to establish a positive image of the dragon spearmen, even if they are seriously injured and disabled, they don't have to worry about the back road, Gao Feng will give them a pension and send them to the end.

It's a pity that the desolate man himself doesn't think so, Gao Feng walked to a bed, and several desolate traitors who took care of the wounded knelt on the bloodstained floor trembling in horror, and on the bed beside them, the desolate man who had his legs amputated had lost his life, and the dagger in his hand was inserted in the lower abdomen of the quilt, and it could be seen from the countless marks scratched by the other hand on the wall that the desolate man had endured severe pain before he died, and he died with peace of mind until his last breath was broken.

The desert man commits suicide because he lost his legs, and such a scene is repeated for several days, almost every hour, one or several people commit suicide, but Gao Feng does not want them to commit suicide, so let the desert traitor watch them, which is also the reason for the fear of the desert traitor.

The sand wolf came out from behind Gao Feng without a sound, and he was also tired and stared at the desolate traitor kneeling on the ground, several heavily armed militiamen armed with rifles, pointing at the traitors kneeling on the ground, when Gao Feng re-stepped forward, the traitors let out a miserable wail, and were dragged out by the sand wolf with the militia pulling their hair, and their fate was clear at a glance.

The desolate man does not have any good impression of the traitor, if it were not for the peak pressure, the desolate man would have already cramped and peeled the bones of these traitors, once the desolate man found an opportunity, he would be merciless to kill him, and there was no way to stop the high peak, he didn't want to reduce his prestige among the desolate people because of this little thing.

Prestige comes hard, lost quickly, just like the Blood Sea Alliance, now in the hearts of the desolate people has not even been compared to the sand wolf, although the sand wolf has the name of the wolf, but does not have the ferocity of the wolf, can only be reduced to a scavenging creature, among the desolate people are known as thieves and cowards metaphors.

If Gao Feng wants to build the dragon lancers into a powerful army, he must establish his prestige, only in this way can he confidently let the desolate people charge at the bullets of the underground people, and it is precisely because of his prestige that Gao Feng has not slept for three days and three nights, and has been here to treat the wounded, so that every desolate man can see that he is different from those tribal leaders who are full of fat brains.