Screams rose one after another, but that was still not enough. Three thousand Beast Tamers charged into the camp through the bloody path carved out by the Fire Pig Formation, killing everyone they saw. Skills flew across the sky, and after just one volley, hundreds upon thousands of Northern Barbarians lay in pools of blood.
Pigs could not charge as powerfully as oxen, but they were fast enough that killing them when caught off guard was impossible. Besides, the blazing kindling had already burned up to their mouths, burning through the ropes binding their snouts. They could finally squeal, and for a time, screams, squeals, and curses mingled throughout the camp.
Wang Jun wanted to shout orders for everyone to assemble and hold steady, but his voice simply was not loud enough. Even after he shouted himself hoarse, few people gathered around him.
Wang Jun seethed with hatred. He finally understood how He Yi had felt after Jiang Hao's dirty trick. Sure enough, the people of Shenzhou were no good at all, full of scheming guts and fond of underhanded tricks. They deserved to be wiped out.
Even as he seethed, he was forced to accept reality and gather the soldiers scurrying around like headless flies. By the time he finally assembled a sizable fighting force, he was just preparing to counterattack.
Meanwhile, the three thousand members of the Self-Defense Army, following Jiang Hao's order to make only one pass in and out, had already begun withdrawing from the camp, leaving the three thousand pigs behind as a generous gift.
After this upheaval, no one in Wang Jun's camp felt sleepy anymore. Instead, they were exhausted in both body and mind. Men were dead or wounded, and countless tents and possessions had burned. According to the tally, nearly half his