No title, no marriage? Do you think I'm some kind of lapdog?

The wind blowing in from the valley entrance carried a fishy smell.

Su Chuang huddled inside the carriage, while Xu Mengran wrapped a strip of cloth around the cut on his arm.

The wound wasn't deep; it was just the arrowhead grazing past and breaking through a layer of skin.

"You, you can't even dodge."

Xu Mengran complained, but her hands were very gentle.

Su Chuang chuckled twice but didn't reply.

The golden knife in his arms was burning hot; you could feel the heat even through his clothes.

Just now, when the fog cleared, the scribbled Xiongnu character on the hilt of the sword flickered several times.

Not right.

"Pack your things, we'll be leaving in a quarter of an hour," Yue Fei ordered. "We can't stay here any longer."

Before the words had even finished,

Su Chuang's ears suddenly twitched.

There was a sound in the distance.

At first it was very light, like the wind blowing through withered grass, rustling softly.

Then the sounds intensified, one after another, low and muffled, coming from all directions.

It wasn't the wind.

It's a wolf howling.

Xu Mengran's expression changed, and she grabbed her sword, about to get up.

Su Chuang grabbed her sleeve: "No..."

"Can't you hear me?" Xu Mengran glared at him.

Su Chuang heard it, of course.

He not only heard it, but also realized that something was wrong with the howling—it was too synchronized.

Ordinary wolf packs wouldn't howl like that.

One voice rang out, and a hundred responded, as if they had greeted each other.

And it's getting closer and closer.

"Pengju!"

Su Chuang poked his head out and called out.

Yue Fei had already mounted his horse, holding his spear level.

Without him saying a word, the three hundred Flying Tigers immediately formed ranks, their large shields slamming into the ground with a series of clangs, and spears protruding from the gaps in the shields.

Those Mo Dao Guards didn't move.

One hundred and fifty-one men, clad in black armor and wielding black swords, stood silently at the front of the formation.

The blood from the recent fierce battle hasn't congealed yet, and it's still dripping down the blade.

In the woods, green eyes lit up.

One pair, two pairs, ten pairs, a hundred pairs... densely packed, like will-o'-the-wisps.

The howling grew louder and louder, making people's ears ring.

"Damn it."

One of the Flying Tigers swallowed hard. "How much would that be..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

The first wolf charged out.

It had gray fur, was as strong as a calf, had fangs sticking out, and drool dripped all over the ground.

Instead of attacking directly, it circled around to the side, its green eyes fixed intently on the carriage.

Then came the second horse, the third horse...

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of wolves appeared in the open space at the valley entrance.

They were all plump and strong, with glossy fur, and they were clearly not starving wolves.

What's even stranger is that they don't scatter or rush around, but instead slowly form a semicircle.

Those in the front row crouched low, baring their teeth and growling; those in the back row tilted their heads back and howled, one after another.

"Someone is in charge."

Yue Fei said in a deep voice.

Before he finished speaking, the wolf pack moved.

They didn't all rush in at once, but rather in three waves.

The first wave of more than twenty men rushed straight towards the left flank of the Mo Dao Guards;

The second wave consisted of more than thirty men, feigning an attack on the right flank;

The third wave was the largest, numbering fifty or sixty, charging headlong into the Flying Tigers' shield formation.

"Hold on to the left wing!"

Yue Fei waved his command flag, "Mo Dao Guards, execute!"

"cut!"

One hundred and fifty-one longswords were raised simultaneously.

The blade is wide and the handle is long, making a whooshing sound when swung.

The first wolves pounced forward, and the longsword fell.

"Pfft!"

"Snap!"

Blood spurted high into the air.

Wolf heads rolled on the ground, and severed limbs and claws flew everywhere.

The Mo Dao is too fierce; with one strike, it cleaves through flesh and bone.

But wolves are not afraid of death.

As soon as the front row collapsed, the back row immediately filled in.

Some wolves are clever; they crouch down and crawl under the blade, then open their mouths to bite the guard's calf.

The armor is thick and cannot be bitten through, but its force can knock a person off balance.

Su Chuang peered out the car window.

He still had that cowardly look on his face, his lips trembling, and his fingers digging into the window frame.

But its eyes were frighteningly bright, scanning the wolf pack.

wrong.

Behind the wolf pack, deep in the forest, there was something else.

He saw it—seven or eight particularly strong horses, their coats so dark they were almost black, crouching motionless in the shadows.

Its green eyes were a size larger than those of the other wolves, eerie and like two will-o'-the-wisps.

That's a wolf.

And there was more than one.

"Zilong".

Su Chuang called out in a low voice.

Zhao Yun, who had been standing guard by the carriage with the tip of his spear touching the ground, turned his head upon hearing this: "My lord?"

"See those big ones?"

Zhao Yun followed his gaze and nodded: "Seven horses."

"Find an opportunity to kill him."

"Here you are."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the seven black wolves moved.

They didn't rush together, but split into three groups.

Two horses pounced on the left flank, two on the right flank, and the remaining three headed straight for the center—where the chariots were located.

Yue Fei also saw it.

"Bows and crossbows!" he roared.

In the Flying Tiger Army formation, more than thirty crossbows were raised, their arrowheads gleaming coldly.

"put!"

Whoosh whoosh—

The crossbow bolt pierced the air with excellent accuracy, and seven or eight ordinary wolves fell to the ground instantly.

But the three black wolves were as fast as shadows, darting left and right, and the crossbow bolts grazed their fur, missing their mark every time.

They were about to rush to the front lines.

Zhao Yun made his move.

He didn't ride a horse; with one step, he was already three zhang away.

The gleaming silver spear unfurled, its blade flashing like snowflakes, aimed straight at the throat of the black wolf at the head of the pack.

The black wolf actually knew how to hide.

With a twist of his body, the tip of the gun grazed his neck, drawing a trail of blood.

It felt the pain and instead of retreating, it advanced, opening its mouth to bite Zhao Yun's wrist.

The other two horses took the opportunity to flank from the left and right.

"court death."

Zhao Yun snorted coldly.

Without retracting his stance, he flipped his wrist, and the gun shaft, like a python turning over, struck the black wolf's waist on the left side with a "smack".

The wolf had a head of bronze, bones of iron, and a waist of tofu. This blow landed solidly, and the wolf howled in agony before collapsing to the ground, convulsing.

The black wolf on the right had already pounced close.

Zhao Yun didn't even look, and thrust his spear backward with a backhand motion.

"puff!"

The spear tip pierced through the wolf's mouth and came out through the back of its head.

With a flick of his wrist, the wolf carcass flew out and landed squarely on the third black wolf.

In that brief moment, the first black wolf pounced.

Xu Mengran watched anxiously from inside the car, and grabbed her sword, ready to rush out.

Su Chuang held her tightly, saying, "Don't make things worse!"

"you--"

"Look."

Xu Mengran looked in the direction he was pointing.

The black wolf pounced in mid-air, but Zhao Yun suddenly withdrew his spear, ducked down, and dodged the wolf's claws.

At the same time, he passed the gun to his left hand and swept his right hand across his waist.

A flash of cold light.

The short blade was drawn from its sheath; it was three feet long and as thin as a willow leaf.

It sliced ​​through the wolf's belly, tearing it open.

The black wolf fell to the ground, its intestines spilling out, but it was still struggling to get up.

Zhao Yun stepped forward and fired the final shot, thus ending the battle.

Of the seven wolves, three died in the blink of an eye.

The remaining four horses were still attacking from the left and right flanks.

Although the Mo Dao Guards were fierce, there were simply too many wolves; one wave would be killed, and another would come.

Two Mo Dao guards were pounced on by several wolves at the same time. Although they were immediately rescued by their companions, their armor was torn and their legs were covered in blood and flesh.

"Pengju" (鹏举).

Su Chuang shouted again.

Yue Fei turned around.

Su Chuang reached out, spread his five fingers, and then slowly clenched his fist—it was the pre-arranged signal:

We must eradicate them completely, leaving no room for future trouble.

A cold glint flashed in Yue Fei's eyes.

"The Mo Dao Guards!"

His voice boomed like thunder, "Wedge formation—push!"

"push!"

One hundred and fifty-one people roared in unison.

The formation has changed.

The front row of fifty men, holding their long swords horizontally, strode forward.

Fifty men in the middle row, swords raised overhead, ready to chop at any moment.

Fifty-one people in the back row, with knives trailing behind, provide backup and support.

They were like a moving wall of knives, slowly pressing forward.

The wolf pounced, crashed into the wall of knives, and was cut in two.

Blood mist filled the air, bits of flesh flew everywhere, and the ground at the valley entrance was stained crimson.

But the wolf pack was still fearless.

Su Chuang squinted at it. The golden knife in his arms was burning hot, and the red light on the character on the hilt was growing stronger.

He suddenly remembered Jia Xu's words:

"The Xiongnu shamans understood the language of animals and could drive away wolves."

Yes.

These wolves are not wild; they were driven here by humans.

He looked up and gazed into the depths of the woods.

The fog had not yet dissipated, and a figure could be vaguely seen, draped in animal skin, with his face painted in various colors, and holding a bone staff in his hand.

Shaman.

The shaman was also looking at him.

Despite being far apart, their eyes met, and the shaman grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Then he raised the bone staff and slammed it hard on the ground.

"Awooo—!"

The wolf pack has gone mad.

All the wolves, whether injured or not, pounced on him recklessly.

Some had their front legs cut off, yet they still crawled forward, dragging half their bodies along.

Some intestines spilled out, which they picked up with their mouths and stuffed back in, then continued to pounce.

crazy.

He's completely gone mad.