"You protect the Fourth Prince, the rest of you come with me to deal with the wolf pack," the Seventeenth Prince said to his guards.

"Seventeenth Uncle, I don't need protection," Hongli said quickly. He had practiced countless battles on the training ground, but he had never practiced dealing with a pack of wolves. At this moment, Hongli didn't want to be seen as a useless person who couldn't go to the battlefield.

Before Seventeenth Master could say anything more, the wolf pack had already surrounded them. They were all bloodthirsty beasts, their fangs still stained with blood, and their eyes gleaming with a predatory light.

Awooo—

The wolf king gave the signal to attack. The entire pack pounced.

The soldiers immediately began fighting the wolves. Xueying, holding a knife, hid behind a horse, flanked by two men.

The Seventeenth Prince also recognized her. Although he cursed Hongli in his heart, why was he bringing a woman with him at this time? Wasn't it said that Hongli disliked Ulanara?

Before Seventeenth Master could think further, the wolf pack launched increasingly frequent attacks.

However, the soldiers were all well-trained and capable fighters, and with swift strokes of their knives, they killed many wolves.

Seeing that his companions were dead or wounded, the wolf king also began to feel fear.

Awooo—

The wolf king began to call for his companions to retreat.

“Let them go. Wolves are the guardians of this grassland. Without them, the grassland might be completely devoured by sheep,” said Seventeenth Master.

Xueying finally felt relieved. Fortunately, she was only startled and not hurt.

"Hongli, come here." The Seventeenth Prince ordered the soldiers to rest on the spot, and then called out to Hongli.

“Seventeenth Uncle.” Hongli walked to the Seventeenth Master’s side.

"Why are you still with her?" Seventeen put her arm around Hongli's shoulder and said to him with great affection.

"Seventeenth Uncle, I..." Hongli was speechless for a moment, unsure of how to explain.

"Hongli, you can't bring it next time. If we encountered the enemy today, it wouldn't be so convenient. You might not even be able to take care of it then," the Seventeenth Prince said with a knowing look on his face.

Hongli was extremely frustrated, so he could only nod. The Seventeenth Prince patted him on the shoulder.

After everyone mounted their horses, they realized that some horses had been injured by wolves, so they were short of horses.

The Seventeenth Prince had no choice but to share a horse with someone. Hongli then shared a horse with Xueying, but since Xueying was small, her horse was naturally reassigned.

"From now on, you should stay in the tent and behave yourself," Hongli said, glancing at Xueying.

Xueying rolled her eyes at Hongli from behind, but since the two were riding the same horse, Xueying had no choice but to put her arms around Hongli's waist.

After a long day's march, during which they encountered a pack of wolves, the hundred or so men led by Seventeenth Master finally arrived at the battle zone before sunset.

The air here smells strongly of blood, indicating that there must have been a recent battle.

The blood of the dead and wounded soldiers irrigated the land, turning it red.

Everyone's face carried an aura of deathly solemnity; only those who had faced death would have such an expression.

The Seventeenth Prince and Hongli went to see the General, while Xueying and a few other soldiers who had accompanied them stood outside the tent.

Xueying couldn't help but start walking around. Everywhere she looked, there were wounded soldiers. Their faces were filled with the numbness and despair of those who had survived the war.

Xueying walked past those bewildered faces like an anomaly.

A cracking sound of a whip rang out, followed by screams of agony.

But no one reacted to the sound; they were clearly used to it.