"Company Commander, I want to expand the reconnaissance area to find out if there are any werewolf units within a 30-mile radius. If possible, I'd like to see if we can find their supply depots," Chen Feng asked.
"You are free to move around outside, but remember to be careful. Do not risk fighting werewolves head-on. Report any situation immediately. Chen Feng, remember, you are not fighting alone. You have your comrades at the stronghold and the millions of human troops at Tianlang Pass behind you," Si Yuniang instructed.
In the evening, Chen Feng replaced rest with standing meditation to complete the training tasks he had not finished that day. He only managed to take a short nap for two or three hours in the middle of the night, and he was still full of energy when he woke up the next morning.
"Today, we'll expand the warning array to a radius of thirty miles, and then return to the area around the stronghold to set up some other arrays. They can play a huge role when necessary," Chen Feng secretly planned.
Next, Chen Feng continued to expand the area to set up warning arrays. Sure enough, within a radius of thirty miles, several werewolf units were discovered. Some were responsible for cutting off roads, some were responsible for blocking reinforcements, and others were slowly moving towards the No. 1 stronghold.
"The werewolf force advancing towards Outpost No. 1 has reached more than 400 men. Adding those already gathered around the outpost, there are now nearly 900 werewolf men. It seems that once these werewolf men arrive, the werewolves will launch an attack by tomorrow at the latest," Chen Feng thought calmly.
However, he did not harass or ambush the werewolf army. Instead, he insisted on completing the warning array within a 30-mile radius before searching for the werewolf army's resource replenishment points.
Sure enough, in a valley, Chen Feng discovered more than thirty werewolf soldiers guarding a huge treehouse. The treehouse was obviously newly built, and there were no other treehouses around, so it was likely a supply point for the werewolves.
However, Chen Feng did not act rashly. Instead, he quietly hid in the woods 500 meters away, waiting to see what was going on. He did not make a decision until he had figured things out.
After waiting for two hours, a squad of more than ten werewolves arrived, entered the treehouse, and left shortly afterward. Each werewolf was carrying a large bag, which looked very heavy.
Chen Feng immediately followed, because this werewolf squad only had one eighth-rank werewolf soldier, while the others were ninth-rank werewolf soldiers, and their strength was not very strong. They were obviously just logistics workers or similar roles.
Five miles away from the deep, quiet valley, a winding, rugged path came into view.
The moonlight, like water, spilled across the land, illuminating a group of tall and imposing werewolf soldiers struggling to climb a steep hillside.
Each of them carried an enormous bag as heavy as Mount Tai on their shoulders, their steps faltering and slow, as if they were bearing the weight of the entire world.
However, in this seemingly calm moment, Chen Feng moved silently like a ghost.
He moved with the agility of a swallow, rushing from the back of the group in the blink of an eye, like a gust of wind passing by the last werewolf.
A flash of cold light appeared in his hand, and an incomparably sharp sword aura suddenly erupted, sweeping straight toward the target.
Before the werewolf could react, it was struck by the Devouring Mystic Technique unleashed by Chen Feng.
This mysterious power, like a surging torrent, instantly rushed into the werewolf's mind, causing his body to tremble violently.
Just as the werewolf opened his mouth to let out a painful howl, Chen Feng's sword mercilessly sliced through his throat, cleanly severing his neck.
After successfully striking, Chen Feng did not linger for a moment, not even glancing at the bag carried on the werewolf soldier's shoulder.
He moved with lightning speed, continuing to rush forward, his target another werewolf soldier ahead.
Under the perfect cover of night, Chen Feng moved through the wolf pack like a ghost, each strike a fatal blow, mercilessly reaping the lives of these werewolves.
His movements were as fast as lightning, and his swordplay was incredibly fierce, plunging the werewolf soldiers, who had initially thought they were safe, into endless panic and despair.
On this dark night, Chen Feng became the messenger of death, ruthlessly destroying the enemy's defenses.
As time went on, more and more werewolf soldiers fell in pools of blood, but Chen Feng showed no sign of stopping...
"howl--"
Finally, the eighth-rank werewolf squad leader at the front heard the sound of the werewolf soldier falling to the ground, yelled, dropped the bag, and turned to pounce on Chen Feng. However, he couldn't even last one move against Chen Feng and was instantly killed by him.
Chen Feng quickly checked his pockets and found them full of monster flesh and blood, as well as some fruits and medicinal herbs. He immediately put them all away and then quickly returned to the valley.
At this moment, the valley was shrouded in darkness. More than thirty werewolves were stationed around the treehouse, with several in each direction. There were also two or three inside the treehouse, though some of the werewolf soldiers had already begun to sleep.
"Using the flying needles should quickly eliminate the surrounding werewolves. However, it can be a bit slower; once we've killed all these werewolf soldiers, we can collect their supplies."
Chen Feng secretly pondered, then quietly moved towards the location of a werewolf sentry. The Star Gold Needle flew over silently, approaching the three werewolf sentries, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, watching them.
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