The night was already dark, and more than 200 strong men of the minotaur quietly approached quickly from the downwind of the camp of the steel-maned boar people. The warriors were holding the warriors, their hooves tightly wrapped in a thick roll of linen to prevent the heavy body from making a noise as it advanced.

Old Tang led the soldiers under his command, and in this way, the horses and hooves sneaked into the warning range of the wild boar man camp, and lurked quietly at the foot of the mountain about two hundred yards away from the wild boar man camp. More than 200 fierce and fierce Minotaur warriors tightened their weapons, pursed their lips, and did not make a sound, but had to carry Old Tang's orders.

It had been nearly eight or nine hours since Old Tang and Kane came to reconnoiter the enemy situation in the evening. Lao Tang, who returned to the camp, gathered the backbone of several raid detachments, carefully studied the information obtained, and made as careful arrangements as possible for the intelligence.

There were almost eight or nine hundred of these steel-maned boar people, most of whom were adult boar warriors.

The ethics of the boar people are simple, women and children must obey the adult males absolutely, the adult males must obey those who are stronger than them, and all must obey the shamans. Disrespectful actions are punished severely, often with an arm or an eye, and those incapacitated are put to death. And those children who were thinner than their own people in their infancy will be abandoned in the wilderness without hesitation and left to fend for themselves. The discipline system of the boar people is purely to promote the rejection of weakness, and they would rather fight to the death against an invincible enemy than die in a hospital bed or die in punishment.

Under such cruel regulations, the vast majority of the wild boar people clan were old and weak, and they had long been eliminated by the laws of nature. With the exception of a few female boar people who have mastered some shamanic powers, many more boar women are only used as tools to reproduce the next generation of the group, and are even restricted from taking up arms.

In such a situation, although these wild boar people are extremely fierce in battle, there are not many of them. And the elite soldiers against the elite soldiers, that is the most unscrupulous situation of these fierce and unruly soldiers under the command of Lao Tang, Lao Tang is also confident, in the case of the small gap in strength, in the current Kalimdo, no one can stop the blades and iron hooves of the warriors under his command.

The strength of this group of wild boar people is not strong, and most of the troops are composed of single warriors and hunters, and there are a few wild boar people who resemble shamans and thorn weavers, which are not difficult to deal with in the eyes of a group of proud soldiers led by Lao Tang. If nothing goes wrong, it's easy to eat them.

At this point, it was already the second half of the night, and it was the time when most creatures were most tired. In the wild boar man camp, during the day, the dense patrols also died down, and only a few teams of unlucky people were still patrolling listlessly. The noisy snoring of the boar people in the camp came and went, and could still be clearly heard in the ears of the members of the raiding detachment from afar. The whole boar-man camp is free of daytime noise, and it seems to be very quiet.

It is estimated that it is used to being the king and hegemon in a barren land, and this already somewhat lazy race has long lost its due vigilance. Not only were the patrolling guards listless, but several wild boar hunters who were supposed to be vigilant were also holding inferior bows and crossbows, lying on the side and dreaming. The whole camp is no different from being undefended. However, this is rare good news for the raiding detachment.

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After observing for a while, Old Tang hunched his waist and made a few gestures towards the minotaur hunters and druids who were half-crouching behind him. I saw more than a dozen elite seventh-order hunters who had been waiting for a long time, and their steps rushed out briskly, and as they went, their figures gradually faded, keeping in line with the surrounding scenery, if they didn't look closely, it was difficult to find the flaw - the skill of the senior hunters: camouflage. The druids transformed into big cats with two horns, like the prairie wanderers of the barren lion packs. These transformed druids, with the thick pads of flesh under their feet, quietly ran out for a long time, and near the camp of the boar people, they also entered the stealth and disappeared from sight.

After a while, under Old Tang's sharp gaze and super perception, several undetectable figures vaguely appeared beside the wild boar hunters who were still asleep. After a thud and a thud, these sleeping murderous creatures slept forever in their dreams. Several hunters who appeared in shape pulled out the daggers that had pierced the heads of these pig-headed people, wiped a handful of red and white bloody residues on them, put away the daggers, used their camouflage again, and disappeared from sight. Due to the crisp and neat movements, it did not arouse the minds of those sleepy boar man patrols, and the kills were perfect.

As for those sneaking druids, Old Tang estimated the time in his mind, and he should have touched the camp, near the tents that were obviously taller than ordinary tents. Seeing that the plan had been implemented extremely smoothly so far, Old Tang was slightly satisfied. Turning around and coming to the side of the brute, Old Tang turned over vigorously, and the raid detachment that had been quietly lurking behind him immediately stepped onto the battle Kodo Beast, waiting for the order to attack.

Old Tang pulled out the hideous Oberline* Soul Splitting Sword, swung his right hand downward, and pulled the reins of the brute horn with his left hand, no longer hiding his body, and charged towards the gate of the boar man's camp. The two hundred burly giants behind him were also neatly draped, clenched the weapons in their hands, and rode the battle Kodo beast under their crotch, galloping away and following closely. The distance of two hundred yards is an instant for a combat Kodomon with excellent foot power and explosive power. In the blink of an eye, Old Tang and his strong men had rushed to the gate of the wild boar man's camp

At the main gate of the camp, the two teams of wild boar man patrols, who were originally sleepy, were finally awakened by the tremor brought by the Kodo beast charge, and looked around a little dazedly, waiting to see the Keduo beast cavalry that rushed in front of them, Lao Tang, who looked like hungry ghosts in hell, couldn't help but stand on the spot one by one. The first, it is estimated that it was a strong wild boar man from the patrol team leader, and when he reacted from the shock, he was just about to shout loudly, reminding the clansmen who were still sleeping in the shack to get up and meet the enemy, but before he could shout, he was beheaded by Lao Tang with a sword, and the huge boar head flew up and flew high, spilling the drenched blood on the patrol members who were still standing, and the fishy and salty steaming hot.

The brute horn under Old Tang roared, shook his head suddenly, and with his strong and mighty body, the huge force brought by the charge knocked the two stunned patrol members into the air. The bodies of the two unlucky eggs flew out sideways, and smashed into a few wild boar people who were standing on the path. These wild boar warriors who were smashed by this terrifying force instantly turned into rolling gourds, spurting blood and howling miserably. The raiders behind him, one by one, relied on the huge impact of the Kodo Beast, and rushed into the two wild boar man patrols with an irresistible terrifying momentum, or chopping or smashing, more than forty strong wild boar people, flesh-body flying, spilled with broken bodies, severed limbs, and blood all over the ground, and in an instant, the whole army was wiped out.

These wild boar patrolmen, the terrible howl before they died, finally woke up the sleeping people. One by one, the boar warriors who did not have time to put on their clothes and armor, carrying a variety of weapons, just stepped out of the shed, they were shot into hedgehogs by a rain of arrows, turned into porcupines, and fell forever. Several tall and strong boar warriors, far superior to their own kind, were shot through their bodies before they could pierce their armor by the minotaur hunters commanded by Bane Bloodhoof. After receiving the same treatment, there were several captains of the boar people who were calmer and tried to assemble the team, but they were also shot through the skull by several powerful arrows.

This is the strategy that several people decided on during the discussion in the evening, except for those elite seventh-order hunters, the rest of the minotaur hunters are divided into half, five or five groups, commanded by Bane, specializing in sniping these boar man captains and brave boar man warriors. The remaining half is responsible for laying traps around the camp to catch the boarmen who want to escape if the situation is not good.

With a group of strong men of the minotaur bravely entering the camp of the wild boar people, these wild boar people who were unprepared and didn't even have time to put on protective gear were suddenly beaten and couldn't find the north. Under the sophisticated blades in the hands of the Minotaur warriors, they could only parry and block with the crude weapons and shields in their hands, and the result was that even the people with their weapons were split in half and smashed into pulp. After a while, the wild boar warriors who were originally said to be quite a lot were swept away.

The Kodo Beast Cavalry, which had a sufficient distance to start and charge, relied on the desperate impact to rampant through the Boar Man camp and was unstoppable. Behind the hideous figure, there was the body of a wild boar who had been knocked and smashed all the way, and these wild boar people who tried to resist the impact in vain almost spit blood from their mouths and fell to the ground. The "Azeroth Heavy Tank" is once again in full swing, and no one can stop it.

A few of the boar-man thornweavers found during the day heard the howls that filled the camp, and hurried out of the tall shacks. But before they could cast spells to participate in the battle, or organize the clansmen to resist, they were entangled by Xiao Zhengtai and his party druids who were sneaking aside early and waiting, constantly harassing, unable to make a move at all, and couldn't distinguish their gods. was entangled by Xiao Zhengtai, the shaman who seemed to be the leader of this gang of steel-maned boar people, just paid attention to the battlefield, and Xiao Zhengtai, who turned into a giant bear, seized the opportunity, slapped him away, and fell not far away, and was bitten by Xiao Zhengtai, who was charging forward, and bit his throat in one bite

Breaking through the first line of defense of the hastily organized boar warriors, the violent bull wielded a giant axe and cut down a few wild boar warriors around him who had come to the front, and led half of the Kodo beast cavalry to charge up again from the left side out of the formation, forming a circle with the team led by Lao Tang who rushed to the right, and wantonly slaughtered the wild boar people who formed resistance

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The raid ended quickly. The wild boar people, who had not been prepared much, were caught off guard by the raid detachment in a hurry after being raided, and when there was no one to command, they were suppressed and slaughtered.

For these arrogant soldiers under the command of Lao Tang, these look brave, but in fact, they have no brains to fight, and they will only rush up, and they are really no challenge or head start. What's more, there are not many boar warriors in this small camp, only more than twice the number of raiding troops, under such a ratio, what army in Azeroth dares to compete with these fierce and brave elites under the command of Old Tang? I'm afraid that only in later generations, ace troops such as Saar's Kukaron Elite Guards will have the ability to compete with the elites of the old Tang.

At this time, there were only more than a hundred adult boar warriors left in the middle of the camp who had been stunned and surrendered their weapons, tied in a circle by ropes, and guarded by a dozen strong men of the minotaurs. The fate that awaits them will be an important part of Don's plan, the fuse that ignited the war between the boar and centaurs in the barrens, and the key pawn in the success of the minotaur race migration plan.

At this moment, what made Lao Tang hesitate was not how to complete the next arrangement, but the wild boar people, women and children who had no ability to resist. Bane*, who was also frowning on the side, opened his mouth several times and closed it several times, swallowing the words that came to his mouth back to his stomach.

As a young man with some enthusiasm, as a warrior with the glory of a warrior, he can fight to the death against any opponent on the battlefield and accept the honor of death calmly. But they really can't wield their weapons to attack these helpless women and children, and slaughter these unarmed civilians. They weren't the centaur scum with whom they had a blood vendetta.

But under the influence of his father's side all the year round, Bane also knew that if he didn't exterminate these boar people, if he let them leak the news of the Minotaur setting foot in the barren land, it was likely that the migration plan would be the failure of the migration plan, and it would probably be the attack and encirclement of the combined army of the boar people and centaurs.

If that is the case, not only my father and Uncle Hamuel, as well as the elder brother Goode in front of me, will spend countless days and nights, and the painstaking planning will be in vain, and countless predecessors who fought bloodily for the safety of the Minotaur race will also die in vain, and there will be countless Shuharu wives and families will be separated, and families will be ruined. The price is too great for all of Shuharu to afford.

At this time, the chaotic Bane Bloodhoof didn't want his chaotic words and struggling mood to affect the brave and wise figure in front of him. He believed that the leader of the younger generation, this powerful warrior with the same sense of honor, was struggling in the same way at the moment, but in the end he would make his own decisions.

The violent cow Anak, the little Zhengtai Cole, and the calm and steady Jon * Star Eye were silent at the moment, and like Bane's bloody hoof, they watched, constantly wiping the hideous arcane sword at the moment, and looked down at the thoughtful old Tang, staring at the figure of the brilliant and brave fight. Like Bane, they firmly believe that this resolute man, no matter how much he struggles in his heart, will eventually make the most appropriate decision, just as he has done for the whole of Shuharu over the years

At this moment, Old Tang, as Bane expected, also repeatedly asked himself in his heart, how to deal with the women and children of these wild boar people, is it against the glory of a warrior to kill these unarmed women and children to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan? Or do you stick to your conscience and respect for life and the glory of a warrior despite the consequences that the plan may bring to your people?

The two thoughts, with Old Tang's mind as the battlefield, are constantly entangled and fighting

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

"I decided"

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What decision will Don make? You can guess it and discuss it in the book review~~~

ps: Tomorrow's high school reunion is said to be played all night, and it may not be updated, so I will take a day off with everyone~~~ Come back the day after tomorrow to make up for it~~