Her guards

Chapter 263 follows
Deep night.

Horses and people moved slowly across the undulating hills.

The horses' hooves were wrapped in cloth, and no torches were lit, but they were not slow. They moved like long snakes in the night, moving extremely fast.

"...How did it go when you followed and spied on them?"

An officer in the ranks asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, Master Zhou," the attendant whispered, his voice laced with mockery. "We've already shaken off the imperial scouts once we leave Gangu."

The officer paused for a moment, then lowered his voice even further: "Where are the people on Prince Mo's side?"

Since they left Gangu, they have been followed by more than one spying group.

The Mo family princes were also among them.

The attendant lowered his voice even further: "They were quite troublesome, but we managed to shake them off a few days ago."

The officer let out a smug laugh.

“This is our territory. We can walk around here with our eyes closed. How could these outsiders possibly track us?”

The attendants chuckled softly.

"But what's going on between the General and Prince Mo?" someone asked, their voice filled with confusion. "Why are they fighting?"

This happened in a way that surprised them as well.

Prince Mo clearly said he was going to attack White Stone Fortress, but suddenly he reappeared in Qin'an City.

The general did not help Prince Mo conquer Qin'an City, but instead attacked Prince Mo. However, Feng Su of the Yunyang Army began to besiege Longxi City.

It's complete chaos over there, and no detailed information is coming in.

Although the officer was unaware of the details, one thing was certain.

“We are of one mind with the General.” He said in a deep voice, “Even if it’s just an act, we will still help the General in his attempt to kill Prince Mo.”

The attendants responded with a "yes".

"Master Zhou, we have divided our forces into three groups."

"With several thousand people, we can definitely catch that young prince off guard."

Everyone said it one after another.

“That’s right.” The officer looked up at the night sky, where stars were scattered. “No matter how powerful that young prince Mo is, he only has a few dozen men. Even if he can escape the general’s encirclement, he can’t withstand our surprise attack and encirclement.”

He waved his hand, his voice barely concealing his excitement.

"Boost!"

The attendants responded and relayed the order.

The marching column began to move at a faster pace.

But the person at the very back suddenly stopped.

The person in front noticed and quickly turned around, whispering a reprimand: "Stop dawdling!"

The man explained in a low voice, "I always felt like there was someone behind me..."

The companion in front was startled and quickly looked back.

The night wind howled through the rolling hills, making a strange, low growl.

There really seemed to be countless figures.

Someone slapped them on the shoulder, and the two who turned around instinctively let out a scream.

"You two cowards! What's all the fuss about!"

It turned out that the person in charge noticed the last person in the line was lagging behind and came to check.

The two men hurriedly explained, "There are people behind us."

The steward glanced back; the night was deep, and the hills were pitch black.

He let out a sneer.

“We have a dozen or so hidden sentries behind us.”

"Not to mention people, even wolves dare not come near this area."

After saying that, he scolded the two men.

Stop slacking off and keep up!

Having said that, he went forward.

The others chuckled softly, and the two men shrank back and quickened their pace.

"It's all your fault," one complained the other, "you're such a coward."

The other defended herself: "I'm just being cautious, you don't know..."

There was a sudden silence after that.

The companion ahead turned around impatiently: "Don't know what?"

The night was pitch black. He saw his companion just a step behind him, headless, only the body standing. Behind him were tall figures, and the stench of blood instantly filled his nostrils.

The man gasped, let out a scream, but before he could utter a proper cry, he lost consciousness.

"what happened?"

"who!"

"Enemy attack——"

Amidst shouts, the once quiet and rapidly advancing procession descended into chaos.

The officer in front turned around in disbelief.

How could there be an enemy attack?

Didn't they say all the scouts were shaken off?

Why were there no warnings from the dozen or so sentries behind us?

He must have been killed...

"There is only one person on the other side."

"Aaaaaah, not human, not human—"

"It's a wolf—"

The screams grew closer, accompanied by the glint of swords. A figure could be seen darting wildly through the ranks. It appeared to be darting wildly, but wherever it went, heads fell to the ground and blood gushed out.

The terrified soldiers abandoned close combat and drew their crossbows, lighting the oil lamps.

Firelight blazed across the narrow hills.

The general, protected by several attendants, finally saw the attackers.

In the interplay of firelight and darkness, the first thing that came into view was a wolf pelt, followed by a wolf's head. It belonged to one of the fiercest packs of wolves in the northwestern wilderness.

Originally hidden deep in the mountains, they were drawn out by the blood and gore of the two months of fighting.

Earlier, a lone scout had not died at the hands of the enemy, but had been devoured by the wolves.

Some survivors said the alpha wolf was taller than a person.

Sure enough, it's taller than a person!
The officer was terrified; he had actually been targeted by this pack of wolves.

But the next moment, he suddenly saw a face appear beneath the wolf's head...

The night, the firelight, and the blood blurred the face, but those eyes gleamed. As the wolf skin swayed, a pair of hands rose, holding a machete. With a flash of light, a soldier's head was cleanly severed.

Blood blurred the officer's vision once again, but he couldn't help but let out a shout of wild joy.

"Not a wolf, but a person, a person—"

Anyone can fight him, surround him, and kill him.

But with the flash of the blade and the sway of the wolf skin, heads flew off one after another, and in the blink of an eye, the werewolf was right in front of them.

The wolf's head suddenly lunged forward, seemingly sniffing him, before the official saw the human face beneath the wolf's head burst into laughter.

It's still pretty.

A thought popped into the officer's head.

"It's her scent."

The man under the wolf's head said.

His voice was hoarse, as if he had ingested a lot of sand and dirt; it was dry.

But the sound of it falling on my ears sent a chill down my spine.

The officer shivered.

Whose flavor is it?

The next moment, his head flew off, his consciousness dissipated, and he received no answer.

However, there was one thing he did think of.

It's not a wolf, it's a person.

But he shouldn't be overjoyed; he should be even more afraid and turn around and run away.

This person killed even the most vicious wolves; he is a being more terrifying than the wolves!

.......
.......
As the sunlight illuminated the earth, Wei Jiao stretched and got up from the headless corpse he had been using as a pillow.

He looked around and it seemed there were thousands of people scattered about...

However, upon closer inspection, there aren't actually that many. It's just that most people's bodies and heads are separated, as if one person has become two, thus increasing the number of people.

It's scary.

Wei Jiao then looked at the wolf skin lying to the side.

That wolf is truly terrifying.

He shook his head.

It's not that it's truly hungry or vicious, but it just likes to bite people to death.

He raised his hand and looked at the scars on his hands and arms, some claw marks, some sword marks, some scabbed over, and some still bleeding.

His body was covered in blood.

However, it seems he fought the wolf last night and won.

He is still alive.

Wei Jiao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smile.

"Mom, aren't I amazing?" he said. "We'll definitely survive and go home."

He looked to his side.

There were shadowy figures around him, and it seemed that a woman was clapping and laughing.

No, that's not right. Wei Jiao's smile faded, and her originally bright eyes gradually focused.

He wasn't on his way home with his mother.

He was looking for someone.

Find that one, the one who lied to him, Prince Mo.

Wei Jiao stood up, kicked the wolf's head away, and looked southwest over the corpses scattered on the ground.

When he was almost at Wucheng, he heard that Qin'an City had been attacked by Prince Mo, so he immediately headed this way.

His gaze swept over the corpses scattered on the ground.

He remembered what had happened.

These people also wanted to find Prince Mo.

But they were walking too slowly and were blocking his way.

Now everything's alright, those who were blocking the way are all dead.

Wei Jiao stepped on a corpse, picked up a crossbow, and looked ahead.

You must hold on, Prince Mo.

Don't die at someone else's hands.

……

……

As the sun set, a fierce wind whipped up sand and dust, almost burying a troop of galloping soldiers, and blurring the view ahead.

"Chase--"

Master Wei pointed ahead, his eyes fierce.

"Prince Mo is just ahead."

He looked back again.

A larger dust storm seemed to be sweeping in from the distant wilderness, covering the sky and the earth.

"The general is right behind us."

Master Wei laughed.

"He can't escape this time!"

　No updates tomorrow due to a long flight, so please don't wait up!
　　(End of this chapter)