Lost in grief, Prince Qing was unaware of the neighing of horses that had begun to sound outside the carriage. It wasn't until the carriage stopped and the tense voices of soldiers came from outside that he snapped out of his daze.

"Your Highness, there are people ahead."

The soldier's words startled Prince Qing. He wiped his face, tearing away his tears, and hurriedly asked, "Someone? How could... how could the rebels have gotten ahead of us!"

"No, they're not rebels. If they were, they would have already attacked!"

"Please wait a moment, Your Highness. We have already gone to inquire," the soldier replied in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Prince Qing couldn't wait to lift the carriage curtain and peek out.

On the dimly lit road ahead, there were some figures standing indistinctly, but they had not lit torches, and it was impossible to tell how many there were or who they were.

But no matter who it is, blocking the road means their whereabouts have been exposed, which is definitely not a good thing.

Soon, cavalrymen came running towards the carriage.

Prince Qing hurriedly asked, "Who are you?"

"Your Highness, they are barbarians."

Upon hearing these two words, Prince Qing's eyelids twitched, and he asked, "How many people? And what are they doing?"

"We still don't know the number of people. It's too dark. They didn't light any torches, but they said this is a major route for barbarians and they won't let us pass."

Upon hearing this, Prince Qing flew into a rage: "Nonsense! This is by no means a strategic pass for barbarians!"

After a moment's thought, he said in a deep voice:

"Blocking our path already shows their intentions. They must have decided to join the rebels, but they don't dare to attack directly. They must be a small group, probably a patrol."

Then, he said coldly, "Ignore everything, just charge straight in!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

In addition to the elite soldiers of the Thousand Machine Battalion, the troops they brought with them on this escape trip also included one or two hundred musketeers. Although the number of soldiers was small, their combat strength was not weak. At the command of Prince Qing, the guards immediately charged forward.

Prince Qing sat anxiously in the carriage, surrounded by many guards, when soon the sounds of fighting came from ahead.

He lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and cautiously peered out. A fierce battle was raging, so more torches had to be lit. In the firelight, a group of barbarian soldiers were fighting with the guards.

Fortunately, the prediction was correct; the number of barbarian soldiers was indeed small, only two or three hundred. Although the barbarians were warlike and their soldiers were not weak, they still found it difficult to resist the numerical disadvantage and the firearms.

Prince Qing believed that the barbarian soldiers would give up in less than a quarter of an hour, and he did not intend to pursue them. His immediate priority was to leave this place as far away as possible.

He lowered the carriage curtain and waited quietly.

Fifteen minutes later.

Prince Qing frowned and abruptly lifted the carriage curtain: "What's going on? Haven't they retreated yet?"

"Without the prince, although we have killed many of them, these barbarians are not retreating and are still barely holding on. It seems that they will not give way until they are all killed."

"In addition, they have set up roadblocks, and it will take time to clear them."

Upon hearing this, Prince Qing slammed his fist on the window: "These barbarians, are they really that fearless of death!"

"A swift victory! There might be reinforcements!"

"It's Your Highness!"

The musketeers loaded their ammunition and kept firing at the remaining few dozen barbarian soldiers, but these remnants took cover and occasionally fired a dozen arrows.

They couldn't kill them quickly, but they wouldn't retreat. Left with no other choice, the Thousand Machine Battalion had to ride forward and launch a fierce attack from both sides.

The battle continued, but Prince Qing, who was in the carriage, became increasingly uneasy, his eyelids twitching incessantly. These barbarians must have received a death order to block his way. Although there were not many of them, it would be troublesome if reinforcements arrived.

"Awoo!"

Here it comes again, and it really is the howling of wolves!

Prince Qing was startled, realizing that the wolf howl would not appear out of nowhere.

"Waaaaah!"

Sure enough, more and more wolf howls echoed in the darkness, coming from behind.

Prince Qing's pupils contracted, and he yanked open the carriage curtain to look back.

In the darkness, hundreds of ghostly green eyes flickered like fireflies, drifting erratically but gradually moving toward the convoy.

"Wolf....."

"Wolf soldiers..."

Prince Qing's face stiffened, as if he had been struck on the head. Having dealt with barbarians before, how could he not recognize what these wolves were for!

Many years ago, in the Battle of Chiyang Valley, Qin Haotian's troops defeated the barbarian army. Although he was victorious, his battle report afterwards made it clear that he had not been so.

'The barbarian soldiers are formidable in martial arts, especially the wolf soldiers. Those who command the wolves possess extraordinary skills and are accompanied by vicious wolves; they fight to the death.'

Faced with these wolf soldiers, Qin Haotian annihilated them all in Chiyang Valley, which greatly weakened the barbarian tribe. Since then, the barbarian tribe has never had wolf soldiers again.

After all, humans can be trained to go to the battlefield, but well-trained wolves are few and far between.

Previously, when Wu Kui led a large army out of the Southern Barbarians, he never brought a single wolf soldier with him.

But now—

After regaining his senses, he shouted urgently, "Go! Don't worry about anything else, just go!!"

At a command, the caravan moved forward again. Although the barbarians ahead were still fighting with them, they could not care about anything else and could only force their way through.

——

rear.

On his warhorse, Yan Cheng, his face ashen, led his troops forward at breakneck speed, while ahead of him, a pack of wolves had been unleashed.

Looking at these leaping figures, Yan Cheng's expression was complicated.

From a certain point in time, these wolves never left the southern barbarian territory again.

Looking back, it must have been after the battle at Chiyang Valley back then, when too many people died, and too many wolves also died.

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