"Despicable!"
"Shameless scoundrel!"
A furious curse set the whole camp ablaze, and the Beastfolk rushed to join the verbal assault, directly extending their regards to Hudson's ancestors for eighteen generations.
Although everyone's bottom line was low in a racial war, ignoring their main forces and specifically going after the elderly, women, and children in the rear was still an utterly outrageous move.
Curses were one thing, but none of the Beastfolk doubted Hudson's ruthlessness. A similar operation had happened once a few years ago.
Having learned from that lesson, when this war broke out, the various Beastfolk tribes immediately chose to relocate their clans farther inland.
Unfortunately, the greater distance offered little more than psychological comfort. Small tribes might still be able to hide when the enemy army swept in, but large tribes had nowhere to conceal themselves.
Herds of cattle and sheep, along with endless rows of tents, would expose their location.
Once discovered by the enemy's air force, disaster would not be far away. The hollowed-out tribes had no way to withstand an enemy invasion.
On a racial battlefield, preserving military strength alone was not enough. They also had to protect their people.
If the tribes in the rear were slaughtered to the last, then even if they successfully wiped out the Northern Army, they would still suffer a crushing defeat.
With their people gone, no matter how glorious their victories on the battlefield were, they could not escape the fate of racial decline, or even extinction.
This blow, utterly devoid of martial honor, struck directly at the Orc Empire's weak point.
Compared to a scheme that sought extermination the moment it was unleashed, their tactic of defeating the enemy one force at a time seemed rather absurd.
It was not that the tactic itself was flawed.