Harden was only a gang leader, not a military strategist, but he also dealt with the Nightdance Legion on the eastern border of the Beamon Empire.

Do you know what those terrifying wolf cavalry look like? They would often chase a handful of rogues all the way from the eastern frontier of the Beamon Empire into the realm of exile, and even if you think on your toes, the clever Harden knows that it is definitely not an order from their commander, but an act of their own accord.

If they hadn't calmed down, they would have retreated, and they didn't know how many international disputes they had caused by these military operations, and some of the sensitive natives of the exiled realm could not be underestimated.

The warriors of the raiding regiment were not impulsive or stupid, thanks in large part to the fact that they had a treacherous boss. If you pay close attention to the slogan of the order for Commander Cao to retreat just now, you will find that it is tireless. Commander Cao never said "retreat" from beginning to end, he just said "transfer".

Although the purpose of these two words is often the same, they have completely different meanings. Retreat, that is the meaning of not being able to defeat the other party and having to go. And strategic transfer, that is, an action to achieve a strategic goal, is not an escape with a tail between legs.

In fact, Commander Cao also suffered because of the impulsive nature of the Bimon warriors. They all listen to their bosses, and that's true, but it would be a big mistake to say that they have natural discipline. God knows how much effort Commander Cao spent to make all the brothers under his command do this.

In some ways, it's good that they have this preference for the more genuine trait. For example, when training, Captain Cao likes to play some reverse stimulation, slightly teasing them as a group of soft eggs, even if they don't refute, but they will work harder to challenge their limits.

But on the battlefield. To prevent them from having a fever in their brains, Captain Cao privately didn't know how many brain cells had died. Captain Cao took enough ideological classes, which greatly improved their ideological consciousness and cultural literacy. And that's just one aspect.

On the other hand, Captain Cao also knows what kind of virtues his brothers are. If you let a group of people with a burst of vanity and honor retreat unconditionally whenever and wherever you want, many times they will have an almost instinctive rejection in their hearts.

So Captain Cao's brain moved on the instruction, and when Captain Cao was in class, he had this remark:

"The men of our raiding regiment will never fear hard battles and murderous enemies, so we will never retreat. In our dictionary, there is only strategic transfer. The purpose of the strategic transfer is to clean up the opponent in a better way. You must understand the difference!"

When Commander Cao said this, the people of the raiding group slapped their chests loudly. The old man Ao and the head of the Pi sect on the side laughed secretly, everyone knew how cunning the head of Cao was.

For example, if this cargo were to take his 300 bandits to fight a battle with tens of thousands of regular troops, he would have already described the other party as a bunch of scarecrows waiting for everyone to cut them down before he even set off, and his morale would be extremely excited. But when you really want to do something with this product, he will immediately be able to tell you with a stern face full of all kinds of national and national righteousness that you can't argue, and now you have to transfer it strategically.

Isn't this a fear of hard wars and murderous enemies? Isn't the purpose just to retreat? Obviously, it is the same meaning, but he can always find ways to make you feel that we are really not afraid of the opponent, but that there is something more important to do.

But the old man Ao and the head of the leather sect also had to admit it. His rational and sleek coaching style is the most suitable way to guide the Beamon warriors. The student's su zhì is important, but whether he can become a talent. In many cases, it depends on whether the teacher he meets is capable. There are countless mediocre teachers who mislead people's children throughout the ages. And in the Beamon Empire, there are really few people who can have such a fickle heart as Captain Cao.

So what can be seen is that the people of the plundering group are becoming more and more scoundrels and more and more incomprehensible under the guidance of Commander Cao.

Do you know what a qiē enemy looks like in their hearts?

"Stupid B! But anyone who is an enemy of a righteous armed force like ours is an out-and-out stupid B! Only a stupid B will listen to a stupid B. In our team, there only needs to be one voice, and that voice is the head of the group. As for the rest. I ask you to turn a deaf ear!" That's what Commander Cao taught, and the soldiers of the Raiders were also nurtured in this way.

This exaltation of oneself and belittling one's opponents. Only a shameless person like Head Cao can say it confidently. The purpose of his vigorous cultivation is to put an end to the hot-headed practice on the battlefield.

Old Man Ao and Sect Leader Pi can even imagine. I got what it would be like if this team actually stepped onto a regular battlefield. If provoked by the other party, their cousin Xiàn will definitely become a classic alternative among the Beamon warriors.

Allowing you to chew your tongue and use all kinds of insulting words to try to provoke their anger and impulsiveness, there is only one result, and that is to return in vain, because they will really treat outsiders as out-and-out stupid. You can even imagine what it would be like for the other person to be scolding and scolding while they are always wearing that unsmiling poker face.

Or they will discuss it in private: Hey, you see, the stupid b on the other side is really funny, and he can't make people laugh at all.

Or they will use more extreme words than the other person to make the other person want to stop, which is the most likely scenario. They have always had a strong desire to imitate Boss Cao's words and deeds, and in addition to Boss Cao's brainwashing courses, they also have a booklet that records the boss's words and deeds.

Old man Ao took a few books and read them out of curiosity before, and the young men in the plundering group often held these notes and meditated, and from time to time they would write and draw pictures, which made Old Man Ao a little curious. He really couldn't imagine what a group of big men with such literary and artistic styles were trying to do.

After only turning a few pages, Old Man Ao couldn't stand it, because it was full of all kinds of swear words and trash words from the mouth of Head Cao. Those vulgar words are undoubtedly the same as the highly educated old man Ao, who even hates the profundity of language art here.

When viewed separately, simple words are put together in some order, and there is often a qualitative change that is difficult to understand. There is nothing wrong with the words themselves. The fault is just the head of Cao, who is working hard to force them to be prostitutes.

Chief Cao's classic quotations are foul language in the real sense, many of which question the toughness and length of the opponent's three inches below the umbilicus, and many of them spare no effort to "benefit" the opponent's women and children.

After reading it, Old Man Ao felt after reading it: Those words said by Captain Cao. I've never heard of it, and I'm too embarrassed to repeat it to you.

It was out-and-out rogue literature. Only Commander Cao and those raiders who blindly follow the trend will spare no effort to try to carry forward this culture.

If trash talk and swear talk also have professional titles, there is no doubt that Captain Cao is far beyond the holy level. Those warriors of the Raiding Regiment, who had not comprehended the autonomous madness in their own realm, had extremely amazing talents in this regard, and many of them were able to be elected as sub-saint powerhouses. In the entire plundering group, there are countless trash talk grandmasters who can start a sect, and dragging one out can almost meet the requirements.

They can make a limerick poem in seven steps, which not only rhymes but also vividly images. Some of the best are already catching up with their bosses, and even if they don't use dirty words, they can devalue you to nothing. Squirting bloody dogs.

Even one of them, Adams, a young man from the Giant Forest Boar who was born with a bit of a stutter, was discouraged in this regard. Through his own hard work day and night, he has been able to skip on uncritical words and stutter on certain words. For example, words such as "day" and "".

The average raider soldier scolds people, and one sentence is up to the sky, and one sentence is only one day, while Adams scolds people, and one sentence will cost you thousands of times a day. To be able to turn this congenital disability into a unique advantage, it is difficult not to praise his perseverance.

This is the attitude of the looting regiment to be independent and not to be in harmony with the world, and it is difficult to shake the mountains and shake the overall nature of the plundering group. Fundamentally. They listened to their bosses. Being a person who comes to this world for a while, in order to have a return rate and exposure rate, and mix better. That is, to leave your name.

As a soldier of the raiding regiment with a very strong sense of vanity, he agrees with the boss's point of view, and they also think that people are born to chase fame and fortune. They abandoned the right path and chose the right way. It is good to leave a name in history, but it has the same effect if it is left for thousands of years. It is easier to leave a stench for 10,000 years than to leave a name in history, and it is a quick road to let future generations remember their name.

Old man Ao will say, this is a group of hooligans, how can they be su?

But in the words of the Pi Sect Leader, who already has a little sign of going mad, they are a group of hooligans who are so strong that there are no dead ends at 360 degrees. It smells salty and salty. It is remarkable; it is so frenzied that it can sing and cry.

Davis' idea of keeping the Timberwolves Riders can only be a distant dream. Use a group of younger brothers who are tortured enough by the negative Divine Comedy to stop a group of fierce opponents who are united and full of combat power. It's too hard for a strong man.

Commander Cao, the rogue leader, is even more exaggerated, and this guy in charge of the broken rear is even out of touch with the rear of the large army.

If you want to be careful, this product is actually more impulsive than his brothers, relying on his own ability, this product finally left himself directly behind, in order to cut a few more hyena bandits.

Captain Cao, who was riding on the back of a wolf, was the most eye-catching one in the melee, and the two valuable Damascus scimitars in his hands were like windmills, and they could only see a brilliant sword light, like thunder and lightning in the daytime, which flashed to the eyes of people.

The blades of the two Damascus scimitars have been cut out of many gaps the size of rice grains, in addition to lamenting that the bones of the hyenas are hard enough, it must also be said that Commander Cao is diligent and diligent in cutting people. To say that he is fighting alone is to distort the facts, he is completely a humanoid meat grinder, and those hyenas will usher in a bloody disaster as long as they don't control a distance.

The large army had already rushed out of the distance, and when they turned around, they found that the boss was gone! I just had red eyes and was about to kill back to save the boss, but I was suddenly shocked to realize that there was no need at all. There may be people in the world who can kill the boss, but they are definitely not in this place. A group of timberwolf knights looked at the boss's crazy cloaked knife technique in a daze, and they all couldn't laugh or cry.

After cutting for a while, the hyena people and bandits no longer took the initiative to approach the past. They're not idiots either, and they might even be able to get a knife and a shot at those Timberwolf Knights while they're in trouble.

But this hob meat, that is really unprovoked, the knife light curtain he wielded almost danced out of a space like a cocoon, as soon as the weapon was stretched out, it was either split or swung away, it all depended on the quality of the weapon.

So what can be seen is that there is a large circle around Commander Cao, and even the passage he wants to leave has been actively let out by the hyena bandits, and he is the one who will not leave.

"Damn, not coming?" "Head Cao was also angry, and the other party's lack of cooperation made him feel like a clown. Turning his head and glancing at the two bearded men from afar, Captain Cao returned his knives to the sheath, and even waved his hand, and said in a long voice: "No need to send it." ”

With their legs between the wolf's belly, the giant wolves approached the large army as if they were strolling leisurely. Even if the head of the Cao regiment on it was holding his hands in front of his chest at the moment, the hyena bandits everywhere he passed couldn't help but give up a distance, and no one dared to make contact with the arrogant eye contact, silently drooping his head.

He is not like an outlaw who single-handedly broke through the encirclement, but like a leader who is reviewing the troops, and the disdain on his face is the result of his evaluation of the unqualified unit of the Golden State Gang...... (To be continued)