It was already dark, and more than 200 strong men of taurens quietly moved quickly from the downwind of the campsite of the steel-bred wild boars. The battle Cordo beasts led by the warriors were tightly wrapped in thick linen rolls to prevent the heavy bodies from making a sound when they moved forward.

Lao Tang led his soldiers to carry them in such a way, and sneaked into the alert range of the Wild Boar Camp with horses wrapped around their hooves, and quietly lurked at the foot of the mountain about 200 yards away from the group of Wild Boar Camp. More than 200 fierce and fierce tauren warriors tightened their weapons, pursed their lips tightly, and did not make any sound, so they had to take Lao Tang's orders.

It had been almost eight or nine hours since Old Tang and Kane came to reconnaissance the enemy situation in the evening. Old Tang, who returned to the camp, gathered several backbones of the raid team, carefully studied the information obtained, and made as careful arrangements as possible for the information.

There are almost eight or nine hundred of this group of steel-bred wild boar people, most of which are adult wild boar warriors.

The moral norms of the wild boars are simple. Women and children must obey adult men. Adult men must obey those who are stronger than their wild boars, and all must obey shamans. Failed actions will lead to severe punishment, usually at the cost of one arm or one eye, while those who have lost their combat capabilities will be executed. Children who are thinner than their fellow tribes at a young age will be abandoned in the wilderness and fend for themselves by themselves. The wild boars' punishment system is purely to advocate the abandonment of weakness. Instead of dying in a hospital bed or dying from punishment, they would rather fight to the death of an invincible enemy.

Under such cruel regulations, the vast majority of the elderly and weak people in the wild boar clan have long been eliminated by the laws of nature. In addition to the few female wild boars who have mastered some shamanic power, more wild boars women are just tools for the next generation of the breeding group in the tribe, and are even restricted from taking up weapons.

Under such circumstances, although these wild boars fought extremely fiercely, they were not large in number. The elite soldiers were the most afraid of the fierce and rebellious soldiers under Lao Tang. Lao Tang was also confident that when the gap in military strength was not big, in Kalimdo now, no one could block the blades and iron hooves of the warriors under his command.

The troops of this group of wild boars are not very strong, and most of them are composed of single soldiers and hunters. Several wild boars weaving thorns similar to shamans appeared sporadically. In the eyes of a group of arrogant soldiers and generals led by Lao Tang, it is not difficult to deal with. If nothing goes wrong, it will be easy to eat them.

At this time, it was already the second half of the night, and it was the most exhausting moment for most creatures. In the wild boar camp, during the day, the dense patrol teams were also scattered, leaving only a few unlucky teams still patrolling listlessly. The noise-like snoring of the wild boar people in the camp was one after another, and it could still clearly reach the ears of the members of the raid team from a distance. The entire wild boar camp was no longer hustle and bustle in the daytime, and it looked very quiet.

It is probably because I am used to being king in the barren land. This already lazy race has long lost its due vigilance. Not only are the patrol guards all listless, but the wild boar hunters who should have been vigilant are also lying on the side with inferior crossbows and dreaming. The entire camp is no different from being unprepared. However, this is rare good news for the raid team.

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After observing for a while, Old Tang bowed his waist and made several gestures to the Tauren Hunter and Druid half-squatted behind him. He saw more than a dozen elite seventh-level hunters who had been waiting for a long time rushed out with their feet. As they marched, their figures gradually faded, consistent with the surrounding scenery. If they were not careful, it would be difficult to find flaws - the skill of the veteran hunters: camouflage. The druids transformed into large cats with two horns, like the grassland wanderers of the lions in the barren land. These druids who had transformed quietly rushed out far away with their thick meat pads under their feet, and also sneaked near the wild boar camp and disappeared from sight.

After a while, under the sharp eyes and super-strong perception of Old Tang, several undetectable figures appeared vaguely beside the wild boar hunters who were still sleeping. After a burst of puffs and puffs, these fierce sleeping guys would always sleep in the dreams. Several hunters who appeared in shape pulled out the daggers that pierced the heads of these pig-headed men, wiped a bloody residue of red and white intertwined on them, put away the daggers, used camouflage again, and disappeared from sight. Because of their brisk and neat actions, they did not have the idea of ​​the sleepy wild boar patrol team, and they killed them perfectly.

As for those sneaking druids, Lao Tang estimated the time in his mind, he should have touched the camp near the tents that were obviously taller than ordinary tents. Seeing that the plan was implemented so far so smoothly, Lao Tang nodded slightly with satisfaction. Turning around and coming to Manjiao, Lao Tang turned over and turned around. The raid teams that had been lurking quietly behind him immediately stepped on the battle against the Kodo beast, waiting for the order to attack.

Old Tang pulled out the hideous Oberlein Soul-Splitting Sword, waved his right hand suddenly down, and pulled the reins of the bare horn with his left hand. He stopped hiding his figure and charged towards the gate of the Wild Boarman Camp. The 200 burly giant men behind him were also neatly dressed, holding the weapons in his hands, riding the combat Kodo beast under his crotch, and following closely. The distance of 200 yards was a blink of an eye for the combat Kodo beast with excellent footwork and explosive power. In the blink of an eye, Old Tang and his strong men had already rushed to the gate of the Wild Boarman Camp...

At the main entrance of the camp, the two teams of worries who were originally sleepy were finally awakened by the earthquake caused by the charge of Kodo beasts. They looked around in a daze. When they saw Lao Tang's gang of ferocious Kordo beasts who seemed to be hungry ghosts in hell, they couldn't help but stand on the spot. The first one was probably a strong wild boar man from the captain of the patrol team. When they reacted from surprise, they were about to shout loudly to remind the tribesmen who were still sleeping in the shed to get up to meet the enemy, but before they could shout, they were beheaded by Lao Tang with a sword. The huge wild boar's head flew high, and sprinkled the dripping blood on the still standing patrol members, steaming with fishy and salty heat.

The barbarian horn under Lao Tang roared and shook his head suddenly. With his strong and powerful body, the huge force brought by the charge drove the two patrolmen far away. The two unlucky guys flew out and then smashed the wild boarmen standing on the route of marching. These wild boarmen soldiers who were hit by this terrifying force instantly turned into a rolling gourd and screamed with blood. The raiders behind him also relied on the huge impact of the Kodo beast and rushed into the two wild boarmen patrols with irresistible terrifying aura, either chopping or smashing. More than 40 strong wild boarmen flew across the ground, with their flesh and body, broken limbs, and blood spilled all over the ground. In an instant, the entire army was wiped out.

The howling of these wild boar patrol members before their death finally woke up the sleeping tribe members. One by one, the wild boar warriors who had no time to dress and armor were carrying various weapons. As soon as they stepped out of the shed, they were shot into hedgehogs by a rain of arrows and turned into porcupines and fell down forever. Several tall and strong wild boar warriors who were far superior to the same tribe were shot through the body of the Tartar hunters commanded by Bain Bloodhoof as soon as they appeared. There were also a few more calm captains who were trying to gather the team and were also shot through the head by several sharp arrows.

This was a strategy that several people decided during the evening discussion. Apart from the elite seventh-level hunters, the rest of the Tauren hunters were divided into half, 551, commanded by Bain, and specifically sniped the wild boar captains and the brave wild boar warriors who fought bravely. The remaining half were responsible for setting traps around the camp and catching the wild boar people who wanted to escape depending on the situation.

As a group of strong men of Taurens entered the wild boar camp, these wild boars who were unprepared and even had no time to put on protective gear were immediately beaten to the point of being unable to find them. Under the exquisite sharp blades in the hands of the Taurens, they could only rely on the rough weapon shield in their hands to block them. As a result, they split the people and the weapons into halves and smashed them into meat paste. After a while, many wild boars warriors who were originally said to be quite a few were swept in pieces.

The Kodo Beast Cavalry, who had a sufficient distance to charge, rushed around the wild boar camp with the desperate impact force, and was unstoppable. After his ferocious body, there were the bodies of wild boars who were knocked away all the way. These wild boars who tried to resist the impact almost all vomited blood and fell to the ground. The "Azeroth Heavy Tank" showed its power again, and no one could stop it.

A few wild boar thorn weaving players who were found during the day heard the howls everywhere in the camp and hurriedly emerged from the tall huts. But before they could cast spells to participate in the battle or organize their tribes to resist, they were entangled by the little boy who had been sneaking aside and waiting early, and were constantly plagued by the little boy who was waiting. They could not take action at all and could not distract the gods. The shaman who seemed to be the leader of this group of steel-bred wild boars was just paying attention to the battlefield, and was killed by the little boy who turned into a giant bear. He seized the opportunity, slapped him away, fell not far away, and was bitten by the little boy who followed him up and rushed forward.

After breaking through the first line of defense of the wild boar warriors who were hurrying to organize, the violent bull swung the giant axe and chopped up a few wild boar warriors who were close to him. He led half of the Kodo beast cavalry to break out of the formation and charge up from the left again, forming an encirclement with the team led by Lao Tang, who rushed to the right, and killed the wild boars who formed resistance...

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The raid battle ended very quickly. The wild boar people, who had not prepared many times, were caught off guard by the raid team after being raided and were slaughtered.

For these arrogant soldiers and generals under Lao Tang, these wild boars who seem brave but are actually brainless in fighting and can only rush forward. What's more, there are not many wild boar soldiers in this small camp, only more than twice the raid troops. In this proportion, which unit of Azeroth dares to challenge the strong and brave elites under Lao Tang? I'm afraid that only in later generations, ace troops like Saar's Kukaron Elite Guard can compete with Lao Tang and his group of elite soldiers in his battles.

At this time, there were only more than a hundred adult wild boar warriors who were photographed and taken down their weapons in the middle of the camp, tied into a circle with ropes, and were under the supervision of more than a dozen strong men of taurens. Waiting for their fate will be an important part of Lao Tang's plan, the fuse of the war between the wild boars and centaurs in the barren land, and the key piece to the success of the Tauren race migration plan.

At this moment, what made Lao Tang hesitate was not how to complete the next arrangement, but the wild boars, women and children who were unable to resist. Bain's blood hooves, who were also frowning, opened his mouth several times and closed them several times, and swallowed them back to his stomach if they were at his mouth.

As a young man with a passionate blood, as a Shuharu warrior with the glory of warriors, he can fight to the death with any opponent on the battlefield and calmly accept the honor of death. However, he is unable to wave his weapons, attack these women and children who have no power to fight back, and slaughter these unarmed civilians. They are not the centaur scum who has a deep blood hatred with him.

But Bain also knew that if he was intoxicated by his father all year round, if he did not silence these wild boars, if they were allowed to reveal the news that the Taurens had set foot in the barren land, the possibility of greeting his tribesmen was the failure of the migration plan, and the possibility of the joint attack and encirclement of the wild boars and centaurs.

If that happens, not only will my father, Uncle Hamuel and Brother Goode in front of me spend countless days and nights, and my hard work will be in vain, countless seniors who fought bloody battles for the safety of the Taurus race will also be sacrificed in vain, and countless Shuharu's wife and children will be separated and his family will be destroyed. This price is too great, so great that all Shuharu can't afford it.

At this time, Bain's blood hoof, who was in a mess, did not want his chaotic words and struggle to affect the brave and wise figure in front of him. He believed that the terrifying totem of Good * Titan Power * The Horror Totem of this young generation, and this powerful warrior who also has a sense of honor, were also struggling in his heart at the same time, but he would definitely make his own decision in the end.

The violent bull Anak, the little boy, the calm and talkative Jon star eyes remained silent at this moment, staring at the same time as Bain's blood hooves, constantly wiping the hideous Austrian sword, and the old Tang, who lowered his head and thought deeply, stared at the figure with brilliant military achievements and bravery. Like Bain, they firmly believed that this resolute man, no matter how hard he struggled in his heart, would eventually make the most appropriate decision, just like what he has done for the entire Shuharu in recent years...

At this moment, as Bain expected, Old Tang repeatedly asked himself in his heart how to deal with the women and children of these wild boars, is it to violate the glory of a warrior and kill these unarmed women and children to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan? Or should it be the consequences that may bring to the tribesmen, adhere to their conscience, respect for life and the glory of a warrior?

Two kinds of thoughts, using Lao Tang's mind as the battlefield, constantly entangled and fought...

After being silent for a long time and thinking for a long time, Old Tang finally stood up, looked around his companions around him, and said in a low voice:

"I... decided..."

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What decision would Lao Tang make? You can guess and discuss it in the book review~~~
Chapter completed!