When the troops entered a rest period, everyone was exhausted and fell asleep immediately.

However, Chen Feng was different from others. He knew that any negligence in war could lead to disastrous consequences.

Therefore, he resolutely chose to leave the camp and go out alone to continue scouting the surrounding situation.

Chen Feng was as light as a swallow and moved swiftly, darting through the mountains and forests like a ghost.

He proceeded cautiously, not overlooking any suspicious corner.

After a lot of hard work, they finally managed to thoroughly survey the area within a ten-mile radius.

During this process, Chen Feng, with his keen observation and excellent judgment, successfully ruled out the possibility that the werewolves had deliberately set up an ambush.

This important discovery brought him some comfort, at least preventing the human forces from being surrounded by werewolves without any warning.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and soon it was midnight.

At this moment, the werewolf camp was quiet, and most of the guards were already sound asleep.

Only a few patrol teams were still slowly moving back and forth in the camp, carrying torches and watching their surroundings warily.

Meanwhile, in the shadows on the outskirts, there were also some werewolves hiding sentries.

These sentries have sharp eyes and keep a close watch on the slightest movement around them.

Unfortunately, their presence had already been detected by Chen Feng's powerful perception.

"Gentlemen, the werewolves have placed sentries in more than ten locations around the camp. I would like to ask Teacher Bai and Commander Feng to each lead a group of men to eliminate these sentries. Make sure they do not raise any alarms. Our main force will wait until you have completed your mission before taking action."

Teacher Zhou, could you please lead a team to raid the patrol teams inside the werewolf camp? The werewolves have deployed five patrol teams, which will appear at these locations every half hour. You can set up an ambush in advance.

The rest of us dispersed into our original squads. After receiving signals from the first two groups, we immediately proceeded to our respective target locations to eliminate the werewolves in the camp and seize their supply depots. Chen Feng arranged and deployed his forces in front of a simplified map.

"yes."

"receive."

"We guarantee the mission will be completed."

"No problem."

The numerous squad leaders responded in unison, each one appearing extremely excited and eager to try.

They were all eager to get started, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, as if they could already see the glorious scene of slaying werewolves, their hearts filled with a desire to establish merit and achieve great things.

These squad leaders could no longer contain their excitement and were eager to throw themselves into the fierce battle against the werewolves.

At this moment, the opportunity finally presented itself, which ignited their already high morale and made their confidence erupt like a volcano.

Afterwards, they happily received their respective team's tasks.

Each person held tightly to that heavy mission, as if they were holding the key to the door of victory.

Then, without hesitation, they turned and left, their steps firm and powerful, quickly heading to the location of their respective teams, ready to convey this important mission in detail to each team member and carefully plan the next battle operation.

The night was deep and all was quiet. Time passed by, and finally, the clock struck midnight.

At this moment, Bai Feng and Feng Qiyuan moved silently, like ghosts.

Each of them led several skilled fifth-rank martial artists, quickly and nimbly making their way to several hidden sentry posts on one side of the camp.

These men were all seasoned veterans with rich experience; their steps were as light as a breeze rustling through the grass, making not a sound.

With their formidable strength at the fourth and fifth ranks, they were full of confidence in facing the sentries who were only at the seventh and eighth ranks.

Because they had already figured out the exact location of the sentries through various means, they only needed to approach cautiously without arousing the other side's suspicion.

As they drew closer to the hidden sentry, the group slowed their pace and their breathing became extremely shallow.

Every move was meticulously calculated to ensure that it would not be detected by the enemy.

Finally, they arrived near the sentry post, where the sentries were vigilantly watching their surroundings, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Feng and his men launched a sudden attack, their gleaming weapons flashing across the night sky and striking the vital points of the sentries with pinpoint accuracy.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and the sentries who were still on alert were killed before they could even react.

After successfully eliminating the first batch of sentries, Bai Feng and Feng Qiyuan did not stop.

They continued to cleverly maneuver around the camp to other directions, searching for and eliminating the remaining sentries.

The whole process was like a thrilling hunting game, and they were highly skilled hunters, moving with ease through the darkness.

At the same time, another team led by Zhou Yuru also began to take action.

They stealthily infiltrated the werewolf camp along a route without sentries.

This team was also highly trained; each member concealed themselves perfectly, as if they had become one with the night.

Once they arrived at the designated location, they quietly dispersed and lay in ambush in several corners that the patrol teams would inevitably pass through.

The team members held their breath and waited quietly for their prey to take the bait.

Before long, as night fell, several werewolf patrol teams began to carry out cross-patrol missions with neat and powerful steps.

Without moonlight, the torches in the werewolf soldiers' hands illuminated their tall and imposing figures and the surrounding road.

As they each reached a corner, the previously silent environment was suddenly broken.

Several sharp, piercing gusts of wind swept past, rushing in as swiftly as ghosts.

In an instant, the torches in the werewolves' hands seemed to be extinguished by an invisible force, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

At the same time, several flashes of cold light emerged from the darkness, striking the werewolf soldiers' vital points with lightning speed.

Some were pierced through the heart by an arrow, while others had their throats slashed by a sharp blade, causing blood to gush out.

However, the matter did not end there.

Just as some werewolf soldiers sensed the danger and prepared to open their blood-red mouths and roar in anger, a pair of powerful hands, like iron clamps, tightly covered their mouths, forcibly silencing the roars that were about to escape their lips.

Immediately afterwards, another clash of swords rang out, and the cold blades mercilessly pierced their bodies, once again striking vital points.

These poor werewolf soldiers didn't even have time to react before they could only whimper a few times in pain and then collapse to the ground like a pile of mud, never to move again.

The whole scene was bloody and eerie, as if a meticulously planned assassination was quietly unfolding...