Survival of the Nation: My luck was a tiny bit worse.

The Xiong Kingdom camp at this moment was completely different from the peaceful and tranquil scene just moments before—

A large pack of wolves moved with practiced ease and surrounded the entire camp.

Although there were defensive fortifications around them, they couldn't get up, and some of them were even shot down.

But this couldn't stop the wolves from rushing up like madmen. The front wolves stepped on the back wolves, like a human pyramid, and several had already jumped in, only to be shot dead by Alexander one by one.

However, this is just a drop in the ocean.

Even when their companions were instantly killed, the wolves showed no fear. They howled wildly as they rushed into the camp, biting anyone they saw.

"Oh shit!"

Maxim carried the wounded Ivan up the treehouse, with Alexander providing cover from behind.

"How did these guys get up here?!"

"Has it gotten to you? You even know how to stack yourself up like a human pyramid?"

"That can't be right, we've never seen any wolves during our patrols! Not even any droppings!"

"Could it have come from somewhere else?"

"Stop talking! Get up here right now!"

Maxim settled Ivan in and then quickly took up his gun to cover Alexander.

"Da da da—"

After another burst of fire, Alexander finally climbed up, only to find a wolf had already bitten his foot, which he kicked away.

The wolf fell to the ground and thrashed about twice before ferociously clinging to the tree again, only to be shot in the head by Ivan, who had climbed out.

Maxim, whose arm had been bitten, spat forcefully. "Are these wolves fucking insane? What's gotten into them?"

With his shoulder mangled and lips pale, Ivan frowned and said, "The pack animals here are all very fierce, especially these wolf packs... Look at those, their eyes are practically glowing green, they're the most ferocious kind."

The three retreated back to the treehouse, as more and more wolves invaded the camp.

They scavenge for food while raising their heads and howling to summon their companions.

A dozen or so wolves were gathered under the tree, and their numbers were gradually increasing.

If they hadn't immediately poured the pine resin they had collected onto the tree trunk after they climbed up, preventing the wolves from getting up—they probably wouldn't have been able to hold on.

How many bullets do we have left?

"Only twenty rounds left..."

"Fuck you, let's charge out and fight these bastards!"

"It was possible before, but now..."

Ivan shook his head helplessly.

No one expected that the noise they heard was actually from a pack of wolves.

Such a large group caught them completely off guard.

The ferocity of this pack of wolves was completely different from any they had encountered before.

After shooting one or two of those wolves, they knew how powerful you were and generally wouldn't come over easily again, but would stay nearby and observe vigilantly.

If you fire your gun again at this point to intimidate them, and roar like a savage—while it's unlikely to scare them away, it will at least give you a chance to deal with the wolves and let them know that you're not someone to be trifled with.

If we're a little lucky, we might actually be able to escape.

But this pack of wolves...

It feels like you'll have a blast one minute and then die the next.

It's really baffling.

In the blink of an eye, the food in the camp had been almost completely plundered by the wolves.

Even the food they had buried underground, wrapped in tarpaulins and leaves, was dug up and fed to the wolves.

"roar……"

They were now the only food left in the entire camp.

Indeed, three strong men are such attractive food to a wolf pack!

Gradually, the wolves began to gather around the treehouse where the three were hiding.

The three hid in the tree, gritting their teeth.

Ivan glanced weakly down below, then closed his eyes in despair. "This can't go on."

Alexander's eyes widened in fury. "Listen to me, let's fight our way out! At least there's still a glimmer of hope!"

"No, we have two wounded. Your old wound hasn't healed either; if we go down now, we'll surely die."

Ivan shook his head.

"There's only one way now: throw me down, throw me far away. That will attract some of their attention, and the pressure on you to break through will be greatly reduced..."

"impossible."

Maxim had already stood up and pulled out a gleaming machete from the side of the treehouse.

"Even if I die, I will never abandon any of my teammates."

"This is a forbidden wilderness; we must prioritize the greater good."

Ivan's expression gradually calmed down. "If I am the only one sacrificed, you can all live. Just continue to live well and don't let our Bear Kingdom reach the trigger standard for the national fate punishment. That's enough."

"Bang! Bang!"

Two shots rang out. Two wolves attempting to climb the tree were shot in the head.

"Are you guys acting out some kind of idol drama? Instead of wasting time on this, why don't you find something to smash for me!"

Alexander roared as he loaded the bullet.

Ivan's voice trembled slightly, "Don't waste bullets, the most important thing now is for you..."

"Shut up! We'll all survive!"

Alexander roared.

Even the wolves under the tree were startled.

"But……"

"If I say yes, then yes!"

Alexander raised his gun again at the wolf under the tree.

"Bang!"

One of the wolves was killed.

The wolf pack was unusually agitated, with some wolves trying to climb up, but the tree, unlike the outer city wall, had many footholds.

The tree was narrow, and the three strong men on it were no pushovers either. Even without throwing anything, a good beating would make the wolf howl.

At that moment, a wolf howl could be heard from not far away.

The wolves, who had been poised to attack the tree, suddenly became more subdued and began to retreat to the side.

The three people in the tree watched with great vigilance. What the hell are they up to now?

Behind the pack, a wolf that was noticeably larger strode forward with its head held high.

It had thick hair, a large and round waist, a scar on its left eye, and a scarlet patch around its mouth, clearly indicating that it had recently experienced an extremely brutal massacre.

This one seems to be even more important.

The newly appointed wolf king came to the foot of the tree and stared intently at the three people in the tree with his only eye.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

The wolf king let out a series of low growls from its throat.

He exuded an aura of power, baring his teeth and grinning, his wolf-like eyes gleaming green.

Alexander's finger was on the trigger, his teeth clenched; he was genuinely intimidated by the wolf king's imposing presence.

If he were to shoot the wolf king now, the remaining wolves would pounce on him like mad dogs. The three of them would die even faster.

But if you don't fire, it's just a slow death.

Oh shit……

Alexander cursed inwardly.

Is there really no other way?

He couldn't help but look into the distance, towards the mountain opposite...

Suddenly, I saw something reflecting the sunlight.

That thing is in the tree.

A short-haired beauty knelt on one knee, supporting the cannon on her shoulder with her hands in a very standard posture, aiming the dark muzzle at him.

"..."

Holy crap!!!