The morning sun was waning, warm and hot, pouring over the earth like fire, instantly spreading over the entire desert, and sprinkling on the faces of the warriors, as vivid as blood. When through the light that stung their eyes so much that they couldn't open them, one could barely see the marauders slowly approaching in the distance.

It was a group of wild beasts of the wilderness.

It was also a swarm of locusts of the wilderness.

This is the most feared force in the wilderness!

The sweepers liked to roam around and attack the outgoing troops, but normally they didn't dare to directly attack a settlement of the size of the Black Flag Camp, after all, the population of the Black Flag Camp amounted to more than 10,000 people, with at least thousands of combat-ready warriors among them, it was definitely not a piece of bone that could be gnawed on easily.

Now that the tragic beast tide had just ended, the camp's walls were broken in many places, and the warriors were exhausted from heavy casualties.

This period was the weakest time for the Black Flag camp, and if the Sweeper Corps had a chance to destroy the Black Flag camp, then now was undoubtedly the best time.

Even figures like Mad Dog and Cunning Fox were all gloomy, the Sweeping Corps and the Beast Tide were also very dangerous, but the difference was that the Beast Tide, even if it was ferocious, was ultimately just a bunch of stupid beasts.

The Sweeper Corps is a team of mutants.

Mutants are not necessarily stupid, there will be highly intelligent individuals, they will manage the team, will build defense, will build equipment, and even will tame animals, will drive, will use firearms, they have tactics, have backup, have a strategy, will analyze, which is completely different from dealing with the tide of beasts!

"You rookies, no messing around without orders." Cunning Fox stuffed bullets into the magazine one by one, "I've never heard of such a large-scale sweeping group in the vicinity, these guys come from very strange origins!"

These days the strong ultraviolet rays can almost blind, Yun Ying squinted his eyes, he couldn't tell the exact number, the scale was definitely not small.

Yun Ying suddenly trembled slightly.

Some kind of sound seemed to be coming through the air.

Cloud Eagle could not describe it precisely, this kind of sound was not something that could be captured by the ears, it was a strange feeling that transcended the senses, as if countless small strings that could not be distinguished by the naked eye were all over the air, and when the wind blew, it made a sound like the strings were pulsing.

What is this sound?

Why was it familiar?

Cloud Eagle recalled that he had a similar strange feeling in the underground passageway, and at that time, it was following the guidance of this feeling that he found this strange stone on his neck.

There were sweepers carrying equipment similar to this stone? It couldn't be!

Mad Dog noticed the change in Cloud Eagle's face, squeezing out a smile on his ugly face, his twin snowy machetes danced out a slice of blade light: "Kid get scared and hide behind, this opponent is not something a little rookie like you can deal with."

"Bullshit, when am I afraid!" Cloud Eagle and Mad Dog at least are also fought together, so there are no scruples when speaking, finished and reappeared with a grave expression, "But I don't think we can stand here to be the head of the pack!"

Cloud Eagle didn't try to explain.

If he said it the mercenaries would most likely think it was a nervous breakdown.

Cloud Eagle felt some sort of energy floating away like dandelion seeds that had now enveloped the camp's surroundings, a very bad feeling was telling him that he was afraid something bad was going to happen.

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There was no mistaking this innate keen intuition of danger!

Cunning Fox also felt that the front row was not too auspicious, and immediately ordered the mercenaries to back off a bit, there were camp guards and people from the Elite Corps staring at the front, what would the Yellow Springs mercenaries steal the limelight with them?

Dozens of mercenaries just withdrew a few dozen meters.

A violent whirlwind hung around, full of ground debris and gravel were rolled up, a small-scale sandstorm suddenly attacked the camp, which made the camp warriors who were fully loaded and ready for battle in a hurry.

"Damn it!"

"Why the fuck is the wind picking up?"

"No good, our view is blocked!"

Although it's true that the wilderness climate is unpredictable, this little sandstorm happened too strangely, didn't it?

People's field of vision was completely blocked, so they couldn't distinguish each other's dynamics, while the sweeping group seemed to start accelerating, the ground around them shook, the stones were like nuts jumping around in a hot pot, and the crisis felt like it was getting closer and closer.

"They're coming!"

"Watch out! Look out!"

Several hideous huge modified cars smashed over hard like a giant siege hammer!

Dang! Dang! Knock!

These heavy vehicles crashed into the fences, it was like the sky collapsing with a loud noise, those who piled up the heavy stones were washed down by the violent force, several vehicles even rushed directly into the camp inside, the warriors who were caught off guard in front of them were knocked down or crushed under the wheels.

The body of each vehicle is covered with sharp spikes, when it passes through the crowd, it is just like a meat grinder, setting off a bloody storm, the camp fighters screamed and fell to the ground, some of them were directly pierced by the body was hanging on the car.

"Damn it!" Camp elite team leader Bear roared, "Retreat!"

In the wind and sand, Bear's voice could not be carried at all.

At this time, several more assembly vehicles crashed savagely, causing at least twenty warriors to die horribly. The cars retreated back and crashed another round, and the camp wall completely fell apart.

With the cries of the wind and rain, a dozen or so mutated beasts with scaly bodies and horns that looked like cows were driven into the camp.

The crazy beasts were all dressed in crude steel armor coats, a horrifying piece of defense that not only had a protective function, but also had spikes strapped to it.

The eyes of the mutant bulls were blinded by black cloth, and their asses were set ablaze with fuel, the flames burning and causing them to completely lose control and run wildly through the camp's crowd.

One by one, the warriors were toppled off, or had their bones crushed by the giant hooves, or were simply stabbed to death.

The brute force of these beasts was too strong, and protected by defensive gear, ordinary camp fighters could not be stopped at all, only to see that in just a few minutes, the mutated brute's body was covered in blood and broken flesh, the camp was even more stirred up!

"Kill them!"

A dozen or so camp guards roared in anger and swarmed up, the bison first frantically crashed into two people, then toppled one with its horns, raised its hooves and stomped heavily on a person, with spikes tied to its body and stabbed into the chest of a warrior.

Everyone's attacks landed on the bison's body without much effect. In the end, the elite captain wolf personally made a move to cut off the brutal bull's neck with a single slash, which truly stopped this crazy beast.

The raid of a dozen mutant bulls was not enough to defeat the camp, but it had already had a great impact on the camp, the wind and sand had completely stopped, the sweepers had enough time to enter the camp, and everyone had to retreat to the second line.

Cunning Fox's eyes saw the scene of a mess in front of him, his face full of fat meat trembled a few times, "Damn it, it's good that we retreated, or else we would have to be popped in the ass by these beasts."

"You're still in the mood to gloat?" Yun Ying was simply speechless to this dead fatso, "The situation is bad now, okay!"

The scale of the sweeping regiment was much larger than imagined, there were a dozen or so heavy wilderness vehicles assembled alone, and also even included two large trucks that provided supplies, in addition to that there were dozens of wilderness motorcycles, dozens of giant lizards, bigfoot birds and other mounts.

The number of personnel?

Around four hundred.

That's the most conservative estimate!

Cloud Eagle understood in his heart that there was no absolute relationship between combat power and quantity, these sweepers were invariably composed of ferocious mutants and vicious thugs, and they were better equipped, stronger, and more horrifyingly terrifying compared to ordinary sweepers!

Sweeper groups of three to four hundred people were very rare in a few hundred miles around, and they were fully capable of capturing a camp with a population of tens of thousands. What's more, the opportunity to attack was chosen very well, just when the camp had not recovered from its great injury.

The fight hadn't even started yet.

They had successfully broken through the walls of the Black Flag camp.

Both sides pulled away from each other by a distance of two to three hundred meters.

One by one, strange and weird mutants came out, eighty percent were highly mutated mutants and the remaining twenty percent were mildly or moderately mutated.

A dozen or so mutants are especially striking, ugly faces, different shapes, but their heights are more than three meters, about four times as thick as humans. Cloud Eagle would never have believed that a mutant could be mutated into this appearance if he had not seen it with his own eyes!

Where is there a bit of human appearance?

It is a giant monster that walks upright!

Their chests, arms and thighs were all wrapped in steel plates, and their weapon was a two hundred kilogram multi-pronged sledgehammer, purely a steel-wrapped muscular battle fortress!

This kind of large mutant in the wilderness is generally known as an ogre.

Ogres have terrifying strength, and with the huge hammer in their hands, even an armored car can be dented with a hammer. Under normal circumstances, an ogre can sweep a dozen or so camp guards forming a battle squad, let alone a dozen or so ogres armed to the teeth.

These dozen or so were enough to create a great deterrent to the Black Flag camp!

Bam bam bam!

At that moment another large group of highly mutated sweepers came out and stood neatly behind the ogre.

These guys didn't have the ogre's horrifying size, but they were also twice as thick as humans, each of them was close to two meters tall, and they also wore homemade metal armor all over their bodies, carrying an iron shield in their left hand, and holding a big heavy axe in their right hand.

These wilderness thugs were the middle force of the sweeper group!

Each thug was a powerful character picked out of ten among the sweepers, and when wearing a helmet and clad in rough, heavy steel armor, equipped like a tin can, the large axe could easily tear the human body apart like chopping vegetables.

The rest of the Sweepers were not as neatly equipped, but they were pretty well equipped for the wilderness, some armed with knives, some with hammers, some riding lizards, some driving locomotives.

Of particular interest were twenty or thirty relatively short mutants.

These mutants were not highly mutated, and could still distinguish human appearance, and they were equipped with mostly long-range weapons such as bows and crossbows, and firearms.

It was simply a living hell. They were also equipped with long-range attack troops!

There were heavy soldiers, a center main force, cavalry, shooters, tactics, offensive strategies, and also complete and fully equipped, this was already an army full of wilderness style!