"Swish swish——"

In the midst of the swirling snow and biting wind of the night, three hundred human soldiers, clad in white cloaks, blended seamlessly into the surrounding snowscape, moving swiftly and silently like ghosts.

They moved with light and swift steps, rushing towards the werewolf camp that wasn't far ahead.

Before long, this well-trained human team had silently completed the encirclement of the werewolf camp.

Immediately afterwards, they surged into the camp like a raging torrent, relentlessly attacking the werewolves who were on night watch.

At this time, most of the werewolf soldiers in the werewolf camp had already gone with the main force to launch a night raid on the human stronghold.

Only a few dozen soldiers remained here, and these guys were clearly too careless and underestimated the enemy.

Some werewolf soldiers were merely lazily guarding a few supply points, completely lacking vigilance;

Even worse, some of them were sound asleep, completely unaware that the human forces would launch such a surprise counterattack, catching them off guard.

"ah--!"

Suddenly, a piercing scream tore through the night sky, like a thunderclap in the silent darkness.

The scream came from a werewolf soldier, and the sound, filled with fear and pain, instantly shattered the tranquility of the night and awakened the other werewolf soldiers who were sleeping.

However, the werewolf soldiers who were awakened had not yet fully recovered, and did not even have time to struggle out of their sleep and rush out of their tents to deal with the sudden situation.

Just then, even more human soldiers surged forward like a tidal wave, wielding all sorts of incredibly sharp weapons, and relentlessly pounced on the werewolf soldiers.

In an instant, swords flashed and shadows clashed, and shouts of battle echoed through the sky.

The human soldiers were all brave and fearless. Their longswords, spears, battle axes and other weapons flashed through the air as they slashed and stabbed into the bodies of the werewolf soldiers.

Each attack carried immense power, making it impossible for the werewolf soldiers to withstand.

"howl--"

"ah--"

Under the cover of snow-covered night, only a handful of werewolves let out low, terrifying howls.

However, the sound was so faint amidst the howling wind and swirling snow that it seemed like just a murmur in the wind, unable to travel very far.

The large werewolf force in the distance was completely unaware of the strange occurrence happening here.

These howling werewolves tried their best to warn their companions, but to no avail.

Not long after, a series of shrill screams pierced the silence of the night.

Then, one by one, they fell to the ground, their blood staining the pristine snow, creating a shocking scene.

At the same time, Chen Feng did not participate in this bloody massacre like the other soldiers.

He flashed away, moving as swiftly as a ghost towards the werewolf's supply depot.

When he arrived at the most heavily guarded area, he was overjoyed—because he knew that there must be precious treasures hidden there.

As expected, when Chen Feng stepped into this area, he was greeted by mountains of various supplies.

Not only are there a large number of common items, but what's even more surprising is that there are also quite a few rare items of intermediate grade three!

Faced with such a substantial reward, Chen Feng did not hesitate to reap the rewards.

With a wave of his hand, a flash of light appeared, and most of the supplies disappeared instantly, stored in his personal storage compartment.

As for the remaining small portion of lower-grade materials, although their value is relatively low, they should not be wasted.

So Chen Feng summoned the soldiers behind him and ordered them to carefully pack up the remaining supplies and take them away.

In this way, under Chen Feng's command, they not only successfully seized the werewolves' important supplies, but also left nothing behind, not even a single useful thing for the werewolves.

"Everyone, follow me to flank the werewolves. While their attack is faltering, kill as many werewolves as possible around us." Chen Feng then led three hundred soldiers to march quickly behind the main werewolf force.

"boom--"

"howl--"

"kill--"

As Chen Feng led his 300 brave and fearless soldiers forward at breakneck speed, when they were about five or six miles away from the stronghold, a deafening and terrifyingly loud noise suddenly came from ahead.

The sound was like a storm from the depths of hell, carrying endless fear and the aura of death, instantly piercing everyone's eardrums.

The various powerful defensive weapons meticulously deployed by the human race were now frantically unleashing colorful and dazzling attack beams.

These lights, like brilliant shooting stars streaking across the night sky, intertwined with the swirling snowflakes and the howling wind, weaving together a chilling apocalyptic scene.

Just over ten minutes ago, the ferocious and brutal werewolf army approached the human stronghold from a distance of only three miles away, as if by ghosts.

However, unlike in the past, this time they did not roar indiscriminately to intimidate the enemy.

Instead, they chose to remain absolutely silent, like a group of ghostly assassins lurking in the darkness, silently and swiftly rushing towards the human stronghold.

Clearly, these cunning werewolves were attempting to storm the stronghold before the humans could even react, and unleash a bloody and brutal massacre.

"boom--"

However, when the werewolf army was still about a kilometer away from the human stronghold, something unexpected happened!

A loud bang suddenly came from the human stronghold, followed by a torrent of all kinds of attacks.

The air-powered cannon roared through the sky, slamming into the werewolf army with unparalleled force.

The enormous ballistae resembled ferocious dragons, baring their fangs and claws as they fired thick bolts with unstoppable force.

The individual energy bullets streaked across the sky like meteors, trailing long flames as they hurtled toward the enemy at an astonishing speed.

As for the psionic sniper rifle, it was like the scythe in the hand of death, accurately reaping the lives of werewolves with every shot.

This series of attacks intertwined, forming an impenetrable web of death that instantly engulfed the hundreds of werewolf soldiers charging at the forefront.

In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere, screams filled the air, and the poor werewolf soldiers didn't even have time to react before they were blown to pieces by the powerful firepower and turned into piles of minced meat.

Moreover, booming sounds also came from both sides of the human stronghold at the same time.

Countless weapons were unleashed simultaneously, as if to tear the world apart.