"Brother Walden, do you remember those wolves in the wasteland?" Xia Zuo asked Walden with a grin the most embarrassing thing, the powerful centaur who was almost an advanced high-level warrior was almost defeated by a group of wild wolves that hunted by instinct, and this matter was a shame for Walden's life.

After Walden nodded slightly awkwardly, Xia Zuo had a smile on his face even more, "From tonight onwards, we will learn from the wild wolves in the wasteland, and everyone will take turns to harass the human camp and keep them awake all night. Steel teeth crittered "I want them to not open their eyes and not move their legs!"

Just like when the wolves attacked the camp of the Rohan tribe, the wolves were far less powerful than Walden and them, but they relied on harassment and attacks to nearly wipe out the Rohan tribe, and the most famous wolf cavalry of the wolf tribe was born.

Although Xia Zuo and they are not wolves, they have centaurs who are also one of the two major cavalry races of the empire, and the Munk tribe is familiar with the terrain and is not slow, so they can refer to this classic tactic.

Staying awake all night may have less impact on physically strong warriors, but think about the old mercenary who made Xia Zuo chill, even if he is not sixty, he is fifty-eight, which is already an old age for the high-risk profession of mercenary, plus the need to hit the spirit when using fighting skills, and the burden of fighting skills on the body, the lack of rest has a far greater impact on him than other mercenaries.

As for the regimental commander, it was obvious from Walden's tone that he had already regarded it as a bag, and as long as he took these two people, the remaining mercenaries would not be afraid at all.

Xia Zuo left four lightly wounded Munk warriors to take care of the wounded, while he set off with the rest of the men, gradually disappearing into the night.

"Damn mercenaries, I'm going to make you chickens and dogs restless!" Xia Zuo's eyes flashed in the darkness.

Jason finally decided to stay put, after all, the danger of the Bison Valley at night was too great, and those undetectable soft snow could be wiped out if one was not careful.

"Damn, those monkeys are here again!" Bud jumped to his feet in front of the fire, and a group of faint black shadows could be seen faintly on the horizon of the snowfield in the distance.

Bard burst into a thunderous shout, which made the mercenary group, which was already in the grief and panic of the death of his comrades, suddenly chaotic, one by one anxiously picked up their weapons and kept turning their heads to look in all directions, carefully guarded, for fear that a few monkeys would jump out of the snow under their feet.

"Chules, Ramm, Sko, you guys come with me and slaughter those stinky monkeys!" shouted Bard, who was grieving the death of his old friend, and was about to rush out with his great sword.

"Stop me!" Jason shouted, like angry thunder, and the fierce wind that exploded on his body rolled up layers of snowflakes.

Ignoring Bud's awkward appearance, Jason looked at the blurred black shadow in the distance, and frowned slightly, "Stay put, no one is allowed to leave the camp without my order, especially you" glared at his old buddy.

Under Jason's gaze, Bud had no choice but to nod helplessly.

Far enough away, but it was able to let the mercenaries see, and the careful reaction of the mercenary group was in Xia Zuo's arms, so he found a beast den nearby, drove away the beasts that inhabited it, and simply set up camp.

"Hey, hey, it's time!, Bigu, Tara, Mantas, let's take turns to visit those soft-footed shrimp!" Xia Zuo smiled and called the names of more than twenty Munk warriors, "Remember, we are just visiting, not really attacking!"

"And that damn commander!" Xia Zuo warned the soldiers who were eager to try in excitement, "That regimental commander is very fast, with his speed, once he enters within four hundred yards, it is his defensive area, so definitely don't exceed this range, I don't want to lose a few brothers in vain!"

The Saiyan warriors practiced and nodded, Xia Zuo explained again, and only after making sure that nothing was missing did he lead the people, and he and Walden took turns to lead the team to prevent emergencies in the event of harassment.

The Munk warriors, who walk and hunt in the wasteland all year round, are silent even if they walk on the snowfield, and they lie low on the snowfield, their backs are covered with a thin layer of snow, and dozens of Munk warriors are silently integrated with the entire snowfield.

As for the location of the human camp, the beating campfire could be seen from a thousand kilometers away.

Perhaps because the orcs did not attack in a flash, the mercenary camp was quiet, most of the mercenaries gathered around the roaring brazier, resting with their weapons against their backs to the tent, only a few people looked around cautiously at the edge of the light of the campfire, holding their weapons.

"Bigu, you take a few people from the east to touch it, Tara, Mantas, you take a few people from the west, remember to be careful of those two fighting warriors!" Xia Zuo commanded cautiously.

Uneasily, he repeated the plan that had been arranged several times, "After a quarter of an hour, each of them will be in position, tear my throat and shout, spread my legs and run, make the movement as high as possible, and make a charging posture, but don't rush up together, divide it into two groups, one group rushes twice, rush to six hundred yards, no, after seven hundred yards, immediately turn back, and after withdrawing, we will meet here!

"Don't worry, boss, it's up to us!" the Munk orcs couldn't help but be excited, the excited nature of the apes made them most interested in this kind of mischievous thing besides fighting.

"Okay!" Xia Zuo, the youngest of the people, patted the shoulders of the sturdy warriors who were two heads taller than him, and none of the Munk warriors felt that there was anything wrong with the strange scene.

With a wave of their hands, everyone left.

With the previous mistake, Xia Zuo took his team and carefully avoided the upwind direction, and quietly lowered his body with the help of the cover of the snow field and quietly dived towards the human camp.

"Bastard mercenaries, wait and enjoy the surprise I have given you!" Xia Zuo sneered in the night.

Jason didn't rest, but sat cross-legged around the campfire, using tongs from time to time to make the bonfire, and sporadic sparks were bubbling from the increasingly vigorous flames.

"Head, those timid stinky monkeys seem to be scared, and only dare to wander in the distance!" Bud poured a sip of rum to remove the cold from his body, and sat by the campfire with a big grin, ignoring the fleeting orcs.

Jason frowned, far less optimistic than Bud, just as he thought, the Campas orcs would never give up so easily, after suffering these orcs seemed to give up the intention of attacking directly, and only fell far behind, but he knew that with the orc personality, they would never back down for the battle, these persistent beasts, as long as he did not enter Salnia for a day, they would definitely follow.

"Ahem" There was a coughing sound, and old Benson, dressed in felt, came and sat next to Jason.

"Old Benson, why don't you go to the rest meeting anymore? I look at it here, it's okay!" Jason looked at Old Benson's somewhat pale face and said worriedly, although the opponent's fighting skills were strong, but he knew the sequelae of that strength even more, with Old Benson's current body, that fighting skill was used less than once.

"I'm older, and I don't sleep much!" snatched the wine bag from Bud's hand, and Old Benson opened his mouth and poured a mouthful of "cough cough", the strong stimulation made him cough violently.

"You say, who are those Campas orcs today? Is it the army?" Jason poked the bonfire and asked the question he had always had in his heart, although the explanation to the mercenaries was that it was the army of the orc empire, but he always felt that this was not the case.

"No" Old Benson wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, with caution in his eyes, "The armor and weapons worn by those orcs are all Rodman standards, and although they also cooperate, they obviously have not been formally trained by the army, but they are like"

"Like hunting, huh?" Jason took over with a wry smile, and Benson Sr. nodded with a wry smile!

"What are you talking about?" Seeing that the two of them looked abnormal, Bard asked as he stared at them suspiciously.

"We're saying that the orcs we met today are most likely not the army of the Campas Empire, but just the ordinary orc guards of the small tribes of the wasteland!" Jason smiled bitterly and said what he and old Benson had speculated, although it was a guess, but he was almost completely sure in his heart, and the rest was just unwilling to admit the shame of being defeated by a group of orc farmers.

"How is that possible? those orcs are good, how can there be such a tribal guard!" said Bud, who understood it, and couldn't accept this reality.

The sleeping mercenaries beside him were muttered in shock, and Bard hurriedly lowered his voice and glared at the two of them, "I absolutely don't believe it, how can those orcs be just tribal guards!"

Although he said this, the expression on his face obviously believed the speculation of the two, and the little pride in his heart suddenly dissipated, and he asked himself that his strength was good, but he didn't expect to be beaten like this by a group of orc farmers.

"These orcs are very strong, and they cooperate with each other a little jerky, obviously they haven't been trained for a long time, if they are allowed to develop again, I am afraid that the entire Gravel Wasteland will only be their world in the future!" Old Benson sighed helplessly, when the time comes, the human mercenary group surviving in the Gravel Wasteland will be thousands of times more difficult than now.

"Uncle Benson, why do you think those things are just following behind and not attacking us!" Jason asked another question in his heart.

If it had been just now, Bard might have said "They're scared!" without thinking, but now he was silent.

"Kenne, they don't think the time has come yet!" Old Benson's face flickered in the light of the campfire, ugly and a little scary, if it was really as he guessed, then these orcs not only have great strength and potential, but also have a smart leader, then they will be really in trouble!

"Those wild monkeys can't be so smart, right?" Jason said hesitantly, "We are all well-trained and experienced warriors, not comparable to those orc farmers, as long as we are careful, there should be no problems!"

In the eyes of most humans, orcs are well-limbed, simple-minded, violent, and predatory, even Jason, who has been guarding caravans all year round.

"I hope so" Old Benson sighed with a calm face, but before he finished speaking, his ears couldn't help but move, his rickety body straightened up instantly, the felt slid down, and the strong body risked the majesty of the strong.

"Damn" also looked like Jason, looking at the darkness outside the firelight, gritting his teeth and scolding coldly.

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