Chapter 241 Overturns the Understanding of Combat
This overturned their understanding of females, and even of combat.
Elder Three Moles' Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at the wolf corpses on the ground, then at his unharmed clansmen, his facial muscles twitching.
In all his years, this was the first time he felt his face had been swollen from being slapped so badly, yet he also felt a strange sense of admiration.
"Yueqing, you did a good job. This way, your child won't have any problems."
Just when everyone thought this mysterious and powerful female would say something to highlight her achievements, Yueqing simply glanced at them coldly.
"What are you still standing there for? Waiting for them to call their relatives and friends back for the feast?"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like a bucket of ice water poured over the heads of all the tiger warriors, extinguishing their post-disaster daze.
"Drag the wolf carcass in; it's food. Treat the wounded immediately; don't wait until it gets infected and it's too late to cry. The rest of you, two people per group, take turns guarding the entrance. Don't think you're safe just because the wolves are gone."
Yueqing's orders came one after another, clear and devoid of any emotion, as if the person who had just commanded them to win a fierce battle and the person who was now urging them to treat their wounds and clean up the battlefield were the same person, yet not the same person.
"Don't just sit around, all of you, keep an eye on things and get to work."
The former is a general who plans and strategizes, while the latter is more like a housekeeper who finds them troublesome and slow.
The tiger warriors looked at each other, but this time, no one dared to utter a single unnecessary word.
Under the tacit approval of Elder Sanmo, they silently began to act. Some dragged the corpses, others bandaged them, and the entire cave was filled with an even stronger stench of blood and the damp, earthy smell.
Yueqing ignored them and turned back into the depths of the cave.
The campfire flickered, illuminating her somewhat pale face.
After the initial excitement subsided, exhaustion and lingering fear surged up like a tide. But deeper still, there was a deep-seated, agonizing worry.
How is Silver Tiger?
Yueqing couldn't help but wonder if those who were chasing her would also come after him. As he led the people of two tribes on their migration, would they encounter dangers more terrifying than wolf packs along the way?
The more she thought about it, the heavier her heart became, as if a huge boulder was pressing down on it, making it hard to breathe. Having witnessed countless deaths in the emergency room in her past life, she thought her heart was already as hard as iron, but as soon as she thought of that man, her heart softened completely.
A warm little hand gently covered the back of her hand.
Yueqing was taken aback, lowered her head, and met her daughter's clear and bright eyes.
Her daughter had somehow gotten close to her, tilting her little face up and looking at her intently, just like an adult.
"Mother," her soft, clear voice called out, "Are you worried about Father?"
Yueqing's heart skipped a beat.
Before she could answer, her son squeezed over from the other side, nuzzled her arm with his little head, and said in a muffled voice, "Dad is Silver Tiger, the strongest. He'll be fine."
The son's tone carried an innate pride and certainty, as if the name "Silver Tiger" was the most reliable guarantee in the world.
Looking at the two adorable little children before her, one gentle and considerate, the other stubborn and proud, both so much like their father, Yueqing's nerves, which had been taut all night, finally relaxed completely.
Her eyes welled up with tears, and she stretched out her arms to hug her two sons tightly.
"Yes, Mother knows." Her voice trembled slightly, "Your father is the most powerful male in the world."
The rain was still falling outside the cave, while the firelight inside was warm and flickering.
The mother and her two children huddled together, becoming the most comforting sight on this stormy night.
The night rain poured down, and the battlefield on the other side was equally muddy.
Compared to the opportunistic tactics in Yueqing, the battle here at Yinhu is a pure and savage clash of strength.
The wolf pack surged out of the darkness, greedy for flesh and blood, while the tigers retaliated with sharper claws and larger bodies.
In the chaos, Silver Tiger's figure moved like a silver lightning bolt, precise and deadly.
He didn't ramble on; every attack he made was aimed straight for the vital points.
"Huyan, block the gap on the west side! The rest of you, pair up and break through their formation!"
His voice pierced through the rain, so calm it sounded less like a battle and more like the distribution of prey.
Under his command, the tiger warriors instinctively found their rhythm, their initial panic replaced by an efficient killing machine. Claws tore through flesh, teeth crushed bones, and the heavy stench of blood mingled with the rain, spreading wildly through the forest.
The battle came to an abrupt end when the last wolf whimpered and fell into a pool of blood.
The tiger warriors were panting heavily, their bodies covered in bruises, but their eyes burned with the flames of victory.
They looked at the silver figure standing amidst the pile of wolf carcasses, their eyes filled with undisguised awe and worship.
After the battle ended, Silver Tiger led a group of people back to the cave.
Seeing them return, Elder Three Moles, leaning on his bone cane, emerged from behind a large tree, a rare hint of approval flashing in his cloudy eyes.
"Not bad, you didn't disgrace our Tiger Clan."
This praise brought the tiger warriors present more glory than any trophy.
Chi Yun's heart pounded wildly as she gazed at Yin Hu with fascination.
The rain washed away the bloodstains on his body, but instead of diminishing his majesty, it added a breathtakingly wild charm.
This is the male she admires, the most dazzling sun in the entire tiger clan.
However, when Silver Tiger's cold, golden vertical pupils swept across the crowd and finally settled on her, all the heat in Chi Yun's blood was instantly drained, leaving only a bone-chilling cold.
He found out.
He definitely knows.
The post-war reckoning was more terrifying than the fighting itself.
Chi Yun watched as Yin Hu strode towards her, each steady step feeling like it was pounding on her heart.
It's over.
The moment this thought crossed his mind, Chi Yun's pride in his warrior dignity crumbled instantly.
Before he judged her personally and utterly rejected her, she did something that no one expected.
With a "plop," the strongest female warrior of the tiger clan, in full view of everyone, buckled at the knees and knelt straight down into the muddy ground mixed with blood.
"Silver Tiger!" Her voice was choked with sobs, filled with a humble plea, "I was wrong! I was really wrong! Can you forgive me just once, just once!"
Silver Tiger stared coldly at the man, his words growing even colder.
"Chiyun, when you did those disgusting things, did you ever think about the consequences now?"
He wished he could kill this person right now.
It was during this time that Yueqing appeared.
She saw Silver Tiger and pounced on him, asking, "Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"
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