"howl--"
"howl--"
"howl--"
Accompanied by a series of shrill and piercing howls, time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Around nine o'clock in the morning, the tranquility outside the stronghold was suddenly shattered.
The howls of the werewolves were like sharp swords piercing the sky and soaring into the clouds.
It was like waves crashing against the shore, making a deafening sound.
These howls were filled with endless anger and resentment, as if they were accusations and curses against all things in the world.
They came from all directions, intertwining to form a terrifying and eerie symphony.
Each howl was like a bombshell, exploding in people's hearts, sending chills down their spines.
The howls rose and fell, echoing each other and intertwining, like an invisible net tightly enveloping the entire stronghold.
Those inside felt unprecedented fear and pressure. They didn't know why these werewolves were so angry, nor did they know what terrible things would happen next.
On this land filled with tension, a thrilling life-or-death struggle is about to unfold...
"alert!"
As the chilling howl of the werewolf, seemingly emanating from the depths of hell, reached their ears, the platoon leader atop the wall, with a stern expression and an upright posture like a pine tree, roared angrily.
Its sound was deafening, like thunder exploding in the sky, and instantly spread throughout the entire camp.
In an instant, the once calm camp was as if a boulder had been thrown in, stirring up a thousand waves.
The crowd shot out from all directions like arrows released from a bow.
They moved nimbly and swiftly, some leaping onto the wall without hesitation, armed with bows and arrows or spears, ready for battle.
Some rushed to the defensive equipment, skillfully operating crossbows and other weapons, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the invading enemy at any time;
Others carefully inspected all kinds of equipment to ensure they were in optimal condition;
Even more so, some stood quietly below, their eyes firm and composed, as if waiting for some important moment to arrive.
For a moment, a tense and solemn atmosphere filled the camp, and everyone was fully focused, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
Because they knew all too well that any carelessness in the face of ferocious and cunning werewolves could lead to disastrous consequences.
Only by maintaining high vigilance and working closely together can we hold this line of defense and protect the lives of ourselves and our companions.
"There are werewolf troops behind and on both sides of the mountain. There are fifty or sixty gray wolf soldiers on each side, and a red werewolf group of about fifty men at the foot of the mountain behind. No black werewolf groups have been found in the vicinity yet."
Chen Feng moved with lightning speed and swift steps, rushing along the edge of the camp, which covered an area of three square kilometers, without hesitation.
His eyes were sharp and focused, as if he wanted to see through this land to uncover every secret hidden within it.
As he continued forward, he silently calculated the distance and range in his mind.
Finally, after completing the entire loop, he was surprised to find that his perception of the outside world could extend to nearly three thousand meters!
This breakthrough thrilled him, but he dared not delay for a moment. He immediately turned around and rushed back to the center of the camp as fast as he could to report this important information to Si Yuniang.
Such a wide range of perception means that they can detect potential dangers earlier and better grasp the dynamic changes in the surrounding environment.
This information is undoubtedly of vital importance to the next steps.
"What about the sixth-rank werewolf? Can you find out?" Si Yuniang asked.
“There are two in front, one black werewolf behind, and no sixth-grade werewolf scent detected on the left and right sides,” Chen Feng said immediately.
"Company Commander Fang, you take the special operations squad and two squads from the third platoon and guard the back hill. If the Red Werewolves attack, focus on delaying them. The guard squad, come with me to the wall. The fifth and sixth squads of the third platoon will be responsible for the defense on both sides. Make sure the werewolves don't get up here." Si Yuniang immediately gave the orders.
"yes."
The officers around him responded loudly, then dispersed to relay the orders and organize their respective teams to carry them out. Chen Feng returned to the Sixth Platoon and went with Liu Song and others to the right side of the camp wall.
"Everyone be careful, watch out for the werewolves' spear attacks. It won't be easy for them to climb up, and they prefer to attack us from below with short spears," Liu Song reminded everyone.
All the soldiers in the sixth squad had their weapons in hand. Some were stationed at the sluice gate to observe, some were patrolling the area below, and half of the soldiers were resting, ready to rotate and fight at any time.
"howl--"
With the werewolf leader's deafening roar, like thunder, a thrilling battle began.
In an instant, it seemed as if the whole world was shaken by the howl, and the curtain was suddenly drawn back on the werewolves' attack on the stronghold!
Immediately afterwards, chilling howls rose and fell from all directions, the sounds intertwining like a terrifying symphony, echoing in the air, seemingly the other werewolves responding to their leader.
Just then, a sharp, piercing sound of something cutting through the air suddenly rang out: "Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"
In the blink of an eye, countless short spears, like locusts swarming across the land, rushed in from all directions outside the camp.
These short spears, swift as lightning and carrying a fierce momentum and boundless killing intent, rained down upon the stronghold like dense raindrops.
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