As we all know, the bond between human beings has evolved from blood and region at the beginning to religion, culture, civilization and nation.
Azerath humans, who are still in the primitive Horde system, obviously rely on blood ties to maintain the connections between people and families within the entire tribe.
Take the Horde born from Soladin·Trollbane. From the patriarch to the elders, almost everyone goes back several generations and is a relative without exception.
Therefore, under this kind of primitive big family-like management, everyone has a very strong sense of identification with Horde, and is willing to risk death to fight for the benefit of the entire Horde.
When Soladin·Trollbane pointed out that if they ran away instead of fighting, most of the tribe would not be able to survive the coming cold winter, which immediately triggered the sense of crisis hidden in the bones of all tribe members.
After all, in this land where civilized order has not yet been established, the only way to preserve its own continuation is to be more powerful and barbaric than other tribes.
Otherwise, they will either be massacred or annexed, and there is no third way.
It was in such a completely disordered environment that World of Warcraft human beings' tenacious, tenacious, unyielding, cunning and brave characters were cultivated.
When danger comes, they often only need a leader to step forward and take the lead, and they can immediately move forward in the same direction.
In just about six or seven minutes, the entire Horde, ranging from twelve-year-old boys who were still slightly immature, to old men in their fifties and sixties who could still hold weapons, all stood in the square of their residence wearing simple leather armor without exception.
Almost half of them are women.
Artoria, known as the genius Warrior, is on the list.
Yes!
woman!
Due to the continuation of the tradition from Vrykul, the humans of Azerath do not regard women as weak people who need to be protected, or as tools for running housework, having children, and reproducing future generations, like the original clan of the earth, Horde.
Just the opposite!
Women's strength, speed and reactions are no worse than men's.
With a little training, you will become an excellent Warrior, hunter, or spell caster.
Unfortunately, since contact with Vrykul, created by Titans, has been completely severed, humans currently do not know what magic is.
When they come into contact with magic for the first time, they still need to wait until Soladin unifies the human camp to establish Empire and gets in touch with the High Elf Kingdom before they can learn how to control arcane energy from the latter.
Seeing the cold and serious expressions of these tribesmen, young "Rider" felt as if his blood was burning, and immediately asked without looking back, "Teacher, we will definitely win this war, right?"
"War is never certain, but is always accompanied by various accidents. Because no one can predict what will happen in the next second, any war is equivalent to a gamble. In addition, there is neither tactics nor any strategy like this. It is just for simple robbery and plunder. It should not be called a war, but should be more appropriately called a battle. Remember! War is an act with a clear purpose and organization. If you want to start a war, you need to figure out what you want and when it should stop."
Allen stood behind the young boy Soladin, teaching him various advanced knowledge and ideas in a very low voice to help him grow quickly.
After all, he hopes that Azerath humans can step onto the stage of history and establish their own civilization as soon as possible.
Otherwise, it would be really meaningless to watch Night Elf hide in the big forest and live a carefree life all day long, while High Elf Kingdom Quel'Thalas and Troll Empire Amani fight each other.
"You mean... use force cautiously?" Soladin said with strong uncertainty in his tone.
Allen smiled and shook his head, "No! What I mean is that you must learn to exercise restraint when using force. Force is only a means to achieve a goal, not an end. If you forget this, you will be intoxicated with the pleasure of conquest and dominance, and will inevitably lead to self-destruction."
"Understood! But tonight, I shouldn't have to pay too much attention to this for the time being, right?"
When saying these words, the corners of young Soladin's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smile that was not easily noticed.
But soon, the smile was replaced by a serious and angry look.
He walked straight to the high platform built of logs and began to give a pre-war mobilization speech to all the tribes Warrior present in an impassioned tone.
Seeing the ambition bursting from the eyes of this fourteen-year-old boy, Artoria couldn't help but come closer, frowned and asked, "The attack on the envoy composed of the patriarch and elders was a conspiracy between you and him? Otherwise, I really can't think of anyone who would rashly attack a Horde leader who controls hundreds of Warrior."
"Believe me, sometimes the truth is not so important, what is important is the results it brings. In history, anyone who is called "Rider" can never be a kind person, and neither can Soladin Exceptions can be made. He has his own ambitions and desires, and they will expand as he gains more power. But while satisfying his own ambitions and desires, he will also lead the entire Human Race towards civilization and glory. This is enough."
While saying this, Allen subconsciously touched the thick iron sword hanging on his waist.
For the upcoming battle for human unification, he has been training this body for more than ten years, and today is the time to test the results.
"I knew that a dirty thing like politics would never be free from conspiracy."
Artoria was obviously not a fool, and he immediately understood the subtext of Allen's words.
The clan leader and the dead elders did not really die from any accidental attack, but from a carefully planned murder.
Only if they all die, can Soladin stand up and play the heroic role of turning the tide in times of crisis, and become a well-deserved leader afterwards.
As for those attackers, no matter what promises they received in advance, they will now face a disaster.
Not only will they die, but the tribes behind them will also become victims of this conspiracy, and will eventually be captured and annexed.
With Soladin's strong character, it is absolutely impossible to be satisfied with just repelling or killing the opponent.
What he wants is an excuse for war that everyone can accept, so that he can continue to grow the tribe he leads until he unifies the entire human race and establishes a country.
As a saying goes, some people spend their whole lives waiting for opportunities to come, while some people take the initiative to create opportunities themselves.
Soladin Although he is only fourteen years old this year, his mind is more mature than those of those in their fifties and sixties.
At the same time, influenced by Allen, I know very clearly what I want and what methods I need to use to achieve my goal.
A few minutes later, when the pre-war mobilization speech ended, the emotions of the entire tribe were fully aroused.
All Warrior were divided into two teams, among which veterans who had experienced many battles were placed on the bright side, preparing to withstand the first wave of the most ferocious enemy attacks.
Those rookies who had not experienced any combat were arranged to ambush on the flanks of the Horde gathering place.
There is only one thing they have to do, and that is to launch a sudden attack from the flanks when the enemy's frontal attack is delayed, and cut off the opponent's retreat to ensure that as many effective forces as possible can be annihilated.
There is no doubt that this is a very simple tactic.
It's so simple that anyone who has fought a few battles can figure it out.
But there are only a few who can actually apply it in actual combat and win.
Because war requires the support of a strong intelligence system.
Especially in small-scale encounters with less than a thousand people, whose scouts can discover the opponent first and launch a bold raid often means who can win the final victory.
But Soladin dared to divide the originally small Horde Warrior into two parts. He did not rely on any scouts, but because he already knew who the attacker was and how many Warrior he had brought with him.
In his opinion, there would be no suspense about the outcome of the upcoming battle, and he would definitely win an extremely brilliant victory.
At night, the cold wind of late autumn blew across the endless plains, making many soldiers who had been waiting for a long time shiver. However, no one complained, and no one dared to hide in the tent and light a bonfire to keep warm as usual.
Everyone is waiting patiently for the enemy to arrive after a long journey.
Hard work pays off.
Just when many Warrior hands and feet were about to freeze, there was a sudden slight vibration on the ground, and at the same time a row of bright light spots appeared on the horizon in the distance.
You don't need to ask to know that the vibration is the effect of hundreds of horse hooves trampling on the ground, and the light spots are ignited torches.
After waiting for several hours, the enemy finally crossed the wide river not far away and was running towards the tribe's location at extremely fast speeds.
"Teacher, they are here just as you expected." Soladin's tone was full of excitement.
Allen explained nonchalantly, "Because they had to come. These small tribes who failed to accumulate enough food and furs in the autumn, if they cannot grab enough supplies before winter, they will freeze to death or starve to death when the first heavy snow falls. For any creature, survival is always a priority. First of all. This has nothing to do with right or wrong, good or evil, it is just an instinct engraved in the bones. In addition, human beings also have various desires, ambitions and emotions. As long as you can make good use of this, you can predict the other party's thoughts and actions in advance, and they will take the bait."
"Yes, in order to survive." Soladin nodded with emotion. "Human tribes have reproduced on this land for countless generations. If they want to expand, they must unite to form a strong and unified Empire. Otherwise, the endless Trolls in the wilderness will become a nightmare for all humans."
"That's right! That's it. Unification generates a strong centripetal force, which can integrate more resources and defeat enemies that seemed invincible before. As long as humans unite under one flag, then we can create miracles that even the gods will be amazed by. Soladin, whether you believe it or not, it is your mission to unify the various tribes of mankind." Allen said meaningfully.
"Mission..."
The young Soladin clenched his fists in excitement, and slowly pulled out his weapon and walked straight to the front of all Warrior, raising his shield in preparation for a fight.
The Warriors behind him also formed a tight infantry formation, including the spears necessary to resist the cavalry attack and the daggers used for hand-to-hand combat.
There are even more than a hundred professional archers and harpooneers in the last row.
These mature and slightly complex Phalanx are exactly the changes brought about by the advent of Allen and Artoria over the years.
Compared with other human Horde who are still in a situation where they rush forward to fight in a melee, this complex big Phalanx with the cooperation of multiple arms can be said to be Dimensional Strike.
The only problem is that the original clan leader and elders did not understand this gap well.
So although Phalanx has been training, it has never been actually used.
Today, it will finally show its fangs and start the prelude to the unification of Human Race.
Listening to the sound of horse hooves coming from far and near, and the light of fire along the city, Soladin took a deep breath, raised the weapon in his hand and shouted, "Listen to my order! Stand up the spear in the front row! Raise the shield! The archers launch three rounds of projectiles!"
"Spear raised! Shield raised!"
"Archers draw their bows full! Three! Two! One! Shoot!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Accompanied by the vibration of the bowstring and the sound of the arrows piercing the air, hundreds of arrows drew beautiful parabolas in mid-air, falling straight in the direction of the enemy's advance.
Due to the darkness, the other party didn't notice anything at all, and instantly fell off their horses like wheat being cut down.
Most of them had their necks broken before they even had time to scream, or were trampled into pulp by the horses' hooves behind them.
"Damn it! What's going on? What happened?" The leader quickly stopped his horse and asked loudly in shock and anger.
"It's Arrow Rain! We were attacked! That Horde is not as defenseless as they said! Judging from the damage, the other party has at least more than a hundred archers." Another person answered loudly.
"Damn it! I can't control that much anymore! Order everyone to charge! A hundred archers can't make a difference. I guarantee that when it is done, everyone will get a share of food enough to last you through the whole winter, and there will also be enough livestock, wealth and slaves."
The leader obviously did not see the hedgehog-like infantryman Phalanx standing in the darkness, thinking that the opponent only had more than a hundred archers trying to resist desperately.
Soon, under his order, this group of originally hesitant light cavalry quickly put down their final alert, and rushed forward with red eyes, rushing into the waiting Soladin.