"ah--"

As the last old werewolf was slain, his body fell heavily into a pool of blood, the splashing blood forming a brief but bloody arc in the air.

The twenty-odd old and weak werewolves and young werewolves of this gray werewolf tribe, their eyes filled with fear and despair, collapsed helplessly to the ground, their fur stained red with blood.

Chen Feng watched all of this expressionlessly, his eyes cold and resolute.

He ordered the reconnaissance squad to begin processing the werewolf carcasses. The soldiers approached cautiously, their footsteps making a soft sound in the pool of blood.

Some soldiers used sharp knives to slit the werewolves' throats, ensuring they were completely dead; others were responsible for moving the bodies together in preparation for burning.

Meanwhile, the other soldiers began searching the entire tribe. They meticulously searched every corner, leaving no place unchecked where supplies might be hidden.

They opened the wooden crates and rummaged through their contents; they examined the walls and floors, searching for any possible secret passages or hidden rooms. Each discovery excited them, for these supplies would have a significant impact on the future of humanity.

In the center of the tribe, there was a huge bonfire, which should have been a place for werewolves to celebrate their victory, but now it was completely silent.

The embers of the campfire still smoldered, as if recounting past merriment. The surrounding houses and tents were unusually quiet, with no trace of werewolf activity.

Chen Feng stood beside the campfire, his figure appearing exceptionally tall in the firelight. He gazed silently at this land ravaged by war, a complex mix of emotions welling up within him.

He knew that this war was brutal for both humans and werewolves, but he also understood that it was a price that had to be paid for survival and the future.

Because the humans suddenly launched an attack, all the adult werewolves in the tribe, regardless of gender, took up weapons to fight back against the human forces. By this time, they were probably all dead or wounded, so all the supplies in the werewolf tribe were intact.

"Captain, all the supplies have been stored in the warehouse."

An hour later, the werewolf's corpse was cleaned up completely, leaving no trace.

The people in the tribe bustled about, collecting various supplies. Chen Feng entered the warehouse, and a unique smell, a mixture of medicinal herbs, animal meat, and fur, wafted towards him.

His gaze first fell on the mountain of medicinal herbs. Although these herbs were only of the lowest grade, each one had been carefully classified and arranged.

Some medicinal herbs emit a faint fragrance, with morning dew still clinging to their leaves; others display vibrant colors, as if telling a story of their preciousness.

The meat was neatly hung on the wall, each piece perfectly marbled with fat and lean, and firm in texture; some had been made into jerky. Their surfaces still bore traces of blood, as if they had just been cut from their prey.

The furs were stacked together, their soft texture making you want to stroke them.

Chen Feng carefully examined the supplies, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration. These seemingly ordinary items were actually the fruits of the tribe's hard work.

Every medicinal herb they collected was carefully sought out in the mountains and forests, and every piece of meat they hunted risked their lives for. These pelts, in particular, are testament to their wisdom and courage in battling wild beasts.

He slowly walked through the warehouse, his fingers gently brushing against the medicinal herbs, animal meat, and furs, feeling the vitality and stories they contained. In this small tribe, these supplies were not only a guarantee of survival, but also a reflection of people's love for life and their hope for the future.

"Give each of you some dried meat as rations, and some medicinal herbs to enhance your strength. Seal up the rest. I'll report to the Little Wolf Mountain base and have them send people over to take them away," Chen Feng said to the three deputy captains beside him.

These three deputy captains were all sixth-rank martial artists. Apart from dried meat, which could be used as rations, other resources were of little use to them. However, they were still grateful that Chen Feng was thinking of the soldiers in the reconnaissance squad.

After everyone had distributed the supplies, Chen Feng immediately contacted Si Yuniang of Little Wolf Mountain: "Company Commander Si, we wiped out some small Gray Werewolf tribes at coordinates XXX. There are a lot of supplies in the warehouse. Please arrange for people to come and transport them away."

Afterwards, Chen Feng led the reconnaissance team on their way. Their steps were light and steady, as if they had left a string of mysterious footprints on this vast land.

Chen Feng's eyes were sharp as an eagle's, constantly alert to any movement around him. His ears were keenly attuned to every subtle sound, as if he could hear the whisper of the wind and the breath of the grass.

The team members followed closely behind Chen Feng, their movements perfectly synchronized, all well-trained soldiers. Their steps were light and agile, as if they were dancing gracefully on this land.

Among the mountains, the reconnaissance squad members dispersed as nimbly as cheetahs, forming pairs like a well-trained wolf pack.

Their steps were light and swift, as if they were one with the earth, each step filled with power and determination.

Chen Feng was at the very front of the group, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, keenly sensing the situation within thousands of miles ahead.

His breathing was steady and deep, as if he were one with his surroundings. His body leaned slightly forward, maintaining a posture ready to strike at any moment.

After traveling several more miles, Chen Feng suddenly saw a plume of smoke rising in the distance. The smoke resembled a giant black dragon, soaring into the sky.

Chen Feng's eyes were fixed on the smoke signal, his heart pounding involuntarily. He recognized it as the smoke signal from the werewolf army, meaning a fierce battle might be brewing ahead.

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