Chapter 29: Counterattack! Wolf Ambush Tactics!

  "Walden, brother, do you still remember those wolf packs on the wasteland?" Xia Zuo asked with a smile, bringing up the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to Walden. The powerful centaur, who was almost an advanced warrior, had nearly been defeated by a group of wild wolves relying solely on their instincts. This incident was one of the greatest shames of Walden's life.

  After Walden's slightly awkward nod, Xia Zuo's smile grew even wider. "From tonight on, we'll learn from the wild wolves of the wasteland and take turns harassing the human camp, keeping them awake all night." Steel Tooth gnashed his teeth with a loud clatter. "I want to make it so they can't open their eyes or move their legs!"

  Just like the wolf pack's attack on Rohan's camp, compared to Walden and his men, the wolf pack was far from being as strong, but relied on harassment and surprise attacks, almost destroying Rohan's tribe. The most famous wolf cavalry of the Wolf Tribe, which excelled in night raids, originated from this.

  Xia Sha and his men, although not of the Wolf Tribe, had the Centaurs, one of the two great cavalry tribes of the Empire, plus the Mongols' familiarity with the terrain meant their speed was not slow either, they could completely refer to this classic tactic.

  A sleepless night may have a smaller impact on the robust warrior, but think of that old mercenary who made Xia Zuo's heart cold, even if he wasn't sixty, he was fifty-eight, which is already an advanced age for this high-risk profession. Moreover, using martial skills requires mental focus and puts a strain on the body, so lack of rest would have a much greater impact on him than on other mercenaries.

  As for the team leader, from Walden's tone, it was clear that he had already taken him as a captive, and as long as they took down these two people, the remaining mercenaries were not worth worrying about.

  Xia Zhaolou left four lightly injured Munk warriors to care for the wounded, and led the remaining people to set off, gradually disappearing into the night.

  "Damn mercenaries, I'll make you sleepless!" In the darkness, Xia Zuo's eyes flickered with a cold light.

  Jason finally decided to stay put, after all the danger of the Wild Bull Valley at night was too great, those undetectable soft snows, one careless move and it would be a wipeout.

  "Damn it, those monkeys are back!" Bardo sprang to his feet by the fire heap, and on the distant snowy horizon, a group of vague black shadows flickered in and out of sight.

  A loud, thunderous roar from Bade sent the mercenary group, already in a state of grief and panic over their fallen comrades, into sudden chaos. Each member hastily picked up their weapons, constantly turning their heads to scan their surroundings with caution, fearful that several more "monsters" would emerge from the snowy ground at any moment.

  "Churls, Ramo, Skor! You three grab your gear and follow me. Let's go slaughter those stinking apes!" Baud bellowed, summoning his comrades as he charged out, brandishing his great sword.

  "Halt!" Jason's thunderous roar was like a raging storm, as the explosive aura around him whipped up layers of snowflakes.

  Ignoring Bader's awkward appearance, Jason glanced at the blurry black shadow in the distance and slightly furrowed his brow. "Stay put, no one is allowed to leave the camp without my orders, especially you..." He stared sternly at his old partner.

  Under Jason's gaze, Bade could only helplessly nod his head.

  Keeping a safe distance, yet still visible to the mercenaries, the cautious reaction of the mercenary group was just what Xia Zuo had expected. He searched nearby and found a beast den, drove out the wild beasts that lived there, and simply set up camp.

  "Heh heh! Time's up! Bighu, Tala, Mantas... let's take turns to go visit those soft-shelled shrimp!" Xia Zhe called out the names of over twenty Mink warriors with a sly smile "Remember, we're just visiting, not really attacking!"

  "And that damn captain!" Xia Zuo warned the excited warriors "That captain is very fast, with his speed once within 400 yards it's all his defensive zone, so absolutely do not exceed this range, I don't want to lose a few brothers for nothing!"

  The Saiya warriors nodded in unison, and Xia Zuo gave another round of instructions. After confirming that nothing was missed, he led the team out, with him and Warden taking turns leading the team to prevent sudden situations during the harassment.

  Mongol warriors who have been walking and hunting in the wilderness for many years, even when walking on snowy plains, are silent and quiet, with their bodies low and hidden in the snow, covered with a thin layer of snow. Dozens of Mongol warriors merged with the entire snowy plain in silence.

  As for the location of the human camp? The jumping bonfire can be seen clearly from a thousand meters away.

  Perhaps because the fleeting beastmen did not attack, the mercenary camp also quieted down. Most of the mercenaries surrounded the blazing fire pit, hugging their weapons and leaning against the tents to rest. Only a few people stood at the edge of the bonfire's light, holding their weapons cautiously and looking around.

  "Hiko, you take a few people and sneak over from the east side. Tala, Mantas, you two take a few people and sneak over from the west side. Be careful of those two martial artists!" Shias ordered cautiously.

  "Alright, one minute later, everyone will take their positions. I want you to shout at the top of your lungs and run as fast as you can, making as much noise as possible, like we're charging into battle. But don't all rush in together - divide into two groups. One group will charge twice, running up to 600 yards... no, 700 yards before immediately turning back and retreating. After that, assemble here! Does everyone understand?"

  "Don't worry, boss! Let's see what we can do!" The Mank Beastmen couldn't wait to get excited, rubbing their fists and palms together. Their innate mischievous nature made them most interested in this kind of evil prank besides fighting.

  "Alright!" The smallest of the Xia Zuo, patted one by one on the shoulders of the robust warriors who were two heads taller than him, and the strange scene didn't make any of the Mongke warriors feel out of place.

  With a wave of his hand, everyone went their separate ways.

  With the previous mistake, Xia Zuo led his team cautiously avoiding the upwind direction, taking advantage of the snowfield's cover to lower their bodies and sneak into the human camp quietly.

  "You mercenary bastards, just wait and enjoy the surprise I'll be giving you!" Shaya muttered to himself with a cold smile in the darkness.

  Jason didn't rest, but sat cross-legged beside the bonfire, occasionally using tongs to stir the bonfire, and more and more flames rose, with a few scattered sparks flying up.

  "Ha! Those cowardly stinking monkeys seem to be scared, only daring to lurk in the distance!" Bade took a big swig of rum to dispel the chill from his body and sat carelessly by the bonfire, paying no heed to the fleeting beastmen.

  Jason furrowed his brow, nowhere near as optimistic as Bade. Just as he had thought, the Kampas beastmen would not give up so easily. After taking a beating, they seemed to have abandoned their direct assault plan and were now merely trailing behind from a distance. However, he knew that with the beastmen's nature, they would never back down from a fight. These relentless beasts would definitely follow him as long as he didn't enter Sarnia.

  "Cough, cough..." A series of coughs, Old Banson, wrapped in a fur coat, walked over and sat down beside Jason.

  "Old Banson, why don't you go rest for a while? I'll keep an eye on things here!" Jason said with concern, looking at Old Banson's somewhat pale face. Although his fighting skills were powerful, the strong aftereffects he knew all too well, and with Old Banson's current body, using that skill once less would be better.

  "Getting old, sleeping less!" He snatched the wine bag from Bade's hand and took a big mouthful. "Cough...cough..." The intense stimulation made him cough violently.

  "What did you say those Kampas beastmen were today? Are they an army?" Jason poked at the bonfire, asking the question that had been on his mind all along, although the mercenaries' explanation was that they were the Beastman Empire's army, but he always felt it wasn't so.

  "Not..." Old Banson wiped the wine stains from his mouth, his eyes wary. "The beastmen's armor and weapons are all Rodman-style, and although they seem to be coordinated, it's clear that they haven't undergone regular military training, but rather look like..."

  "Is it like hunting?" Jason took over with a wry smile, and Old Benson also nodded with a wry smile!

  "What are you talking about?" Seeing the two men's unusual expressions, Bade looked at them with suspicion and asked.

  "We're saying that the beastmen we encountered today are probably not the army of the Kampas Empire, but just ordinary beastman guards from a small tribe in the wilderness!" Jason said with a bitter smile, revealing the conclusion he and Old Banson had guessed, although it was a guess, but deep down they were almost completely certain, leaving only the unwillingness to admit the shame of being defeated by a group of beastman farmers.

  "How is this possible? Those beastmen are quite strong, what kind of tribal guard is this!" Bade exclaimed in shock, unable to accept the reality.

  The murmurs of the sleeping mercenaries beside him were startled, and Bade hastily lowered his voice, staring at the two of them, "I absolutely don't believe it, how could those beastmen just be tribal guards!"

  Although he said so, the expression on his face obviously showed that he had already believed in their speculation. The last bit of pride in his heart suddenly disappeared. He thought to himself that his strength was not bad, but he did not expect to be beaten up by a group of beastman farmers like this.

  "These beastmen are very powerful, and their coordination with each other is a bit awkward, obviously they haven't been tempered for a long time. If we let them develop further, the entire Rocky Wasteland will be theirs in the future!" Old Benson sighed helplessly, at that time, the human mercenary groups surviving in the Rocky Wasteland would be thousands of times more difficult than now.

  "Uncle Benson, why do you think those things only follow us from behind and don't attack us?" Jason asked out another doubt in his heart.

  If it were earlier, Bade might have said "They're scared!" without thinking. But now he's silent.

  "Maybe they think the time hasn't come yet!" Old Banson's face flickered in the firelight, looking rather frightening. If it was really as he suspected, these beastmen not only had great strength and potential, but also a clever leader, which would be even more troublesome!

  "Those wild monkeys won't be that clever, right!" Jason said hesitantly. "We are all well-trained and experienced warriors, not comparable to those beastman farmers. As long as we are careful and prepared, there shouldn't be any problems!"

  In the eyes of most humans, beastmen are four-limbed, simple-minded, violent and plundering by nature. Even Jaison, who had been guarding merchant caravans for years, thought so.

  "I hope so..." Old Benson let out a sigh, his face sinking, but before he could finish speaking, his ears involuntarily perked up, and his hunched body suddenly straightened, the sheepskin coat slipping off, revealing a robust physique exuding an aura of power.

  "Damn it..." Jason, with a similar expression, gazed out at the darkness beyond the flames and muttered a cold curse.

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