Braised Dragon with Soy Sauce

Like a weary traveler, the sun finally ended its day's journey and slowly hid behind the mountains.

Dark clouds, like a surging tide, quickly filled the entire sky, and the moon, once again, failed to appear on time.

Night fell like thick ink, dark clouds obscured the sky, and Wolf Valley seemed to be tightly covered by a giant black hand, plunging it into deep darkness.

Deep within the valley, the intermittent howls of wolves echoed, rising and falling like a terrifying symphony, never ceasing. Yet, the area around the encampment remained strangely quiet, without a sound even at midnight.

However, this seemingly calm appearance is like the calm before the storm; the calmer it is, the more it foreshadows something about to happen.

A hundred feet away, in the thicket of weeds, dark figures gathered silently like ghosts, their numbers increasing steadily—one hundred, two hundred… one thousand… thousands of wolves, led by their wolf king, moved like a pack of silent killers, quietly approaching the garrison in the valley.

They bared their teeth, their breath seemingly carrying the scent of death, poised to strike! Although these wolves were not particularly powerful, most of them were equivalent to the peak of the Human Rank to the first or second level of the Earth Rank, and even the few wolf kings were only around the third or fourth level of the Earth Rank.

Compared to soldiers in the army, they might be slightly inferior, but they are, after all, magical beasts, bloodthirsty and fearless of death. In addition, the darkness of night serves as their natural barrier, providing them with excellent camouflage, giving them a significant advantage in both time and place.

Led by their alpha wolf, the wolves moved stealthily like phantoms in the night. Their figures appeared and disappeared in the darkness, as if they had become one with it.

These wolves were like ghosts in the night, blending into the darkness. Only their eyes, gleaming with a deep, cold light, were like stars in the night sky, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

The supply corps soldiers were already exhausted. The continuous march had left them like seedlings battered by a storm, and they hadn't had a proper rest along the way. In the dead of night, when all was quiet, they were at their most fatigued, their fighting strength reduced to less than half of what it usually was.

Many soldiers on guard duty were like limp crabs, only able to support themselves with their long spears, seeking a moment of peace in their sleep.

The soldiers who hadn't slept were only forcing themselves to stay awake, their eyes barely open, standing there like withered grass in the wind, their spirits scattered, their consciousness blurred, and their alertness less than ten percent.

The soldiers patrolling back and forth stumbled around like drunkards, barely managing to avoid falling.

As for the crossbowmen crouching behind, most of them were already lost in a vortex of dreams, completely absorbed in their reverie.

Forty zhang, thirty zhang, twenty zhang, ten zhang! Only when the wolf, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, approached to within ten zhang of the nearest sentry post did the soldier snap out of his daze, realizing something was near. But before he could utter a sound, the wolf pounced and bit through his throat, blood gushing out…

"what……!"

"Wolf is coming! Kill them!..."

It wasn't until dozens of wolves surged into the camp like a tidal wave, unleashing a bloody massacre, that the soldiers, still half-asleep, awoke as if from a dream, frantically calling out for help! But their so-called level-three defenses were already as flimsy as paper windows, easily torn open by the wolves, leaving the scene in utter chaos. "Awooo..." A long howl from the wolf king boomed like thunder, and countless wolves surged towards the garrison like a raging sea.

Perhaps it was the pervasive stench of blood, like an invitation from the devil, that drove the wolves even more mad. In an instant, thousands of wolves surged into the military camp from all directions like a tidal wave.

Screams rose and fell, like the howls of demons. Although the wolves' attack power was slightly inferior to that of seasoned soldiers, it was not far off. Especially when their fighting strength was at its lowest and their morale was at its lowest, this sudden attack was like a sharp blade piercing their vitals.

Supply troops have always focused on long-range attacks and siege warfare, but in close combat, due to their heavy equipment, they are like hands and feet tied, making it difficult to exert their advantages.

In particular, their weapon of choice, the Demon-Slaying Arrow, which they relied on to kill enemies and win battles, completely lost its value in this chaotic battlefield. Like an eagle that has lost its wings, its combat power was greatly reduced.

At this point, they had no choice but to resort to the most primitive form of hand-to-hand combat. Initially, the pack of wolves pounced on the camp like hungry tigers, resulting in a one-sided massacre in which hundreds of men were killed in the wolves' jaws in an instant.

It wasn't until the teams behind came to their senses that the situation gradually came under control, the confrontation slowly became intense, and the number of wolves killed increased.

The chaotic battle escalated rapidly, spreading like a plague and engulfing almost half of the military camp. Severed limbs and broken legs lay scattered haphazardly on the ground, seemingly telling the story of this brutal battle.

While all the soldiers' attention was drawn to the melee with the wolves, ghostly figures quietly emerged from the hillside behind the garrison.

Like ghosts, they silently hid on the high ground of the slope, taking advantage of the darkness, and continuously piled up bundles of weeds and straw tied into round shapes on the high ground.

Taking advantage of the darkness and the chaos, they pushed countless bundles of weeds down the hillside and rolled them toward the garrison.

Because it is a round wheel made of weeds, it is as soft as cotton, and the sound it makes when it rolls is negligible, like the flapping of a mosquito's wings.

In the chaos, these straw wheels went unnoticed, like ghosts. Many even rolled to the edge of the camp without being detected.

It wasn't until the enormous straw wheels stormed into the camp like behemoths, crushing the tents, that the nearby soldiers became alert. However, it was all too late. More and more straw wheels surged into the camp like a raging tide, using their immense momentum from rolling down the hillside to wreak havoc among the tents.

Before the soldiers could recover from the shock of the straw wheels suddenly rolling into the camp, rockets came like meteors from all directions, heading straight for the straw wheels.

Some soldiers were instantly dumbfounded, frozen in place!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!... It's an enemy attack! Fire, fire... Ah!"

As the soldiers standing in the fire let out desperate screams, all the soldiers awoke as if from a dream and retreated in panic toward the direction of the wolves' melee!

"Steady! Steady!"

The enraged generals, amidst the chaos of the ranks, frantically ordered their soldiers to charge forward and fend off the ever-growing, raging fireballs that were rolling toward them.

"With your profound protective techniques, these ordinary fireballs won't harm you in the slightest!"

However, the wolves in front were tearing at the enemy like hungry tigers, and fireballs were rolling down from behind like falling meteors. The soldiers, who were already in chaos, were running around like a swarm of headless flies. The orders of their generals were like stones sinking into the sea, having no effect whatsoever.

They knew that these ordinary fireballs, if resisted with their internal energy, would not be able to harm them in the slightest for a short time. However, faced with the overwhelming fear, most soldiers' minds were in complete chaos, with only one thought remaining in their minds: to run for their lives! As for how to resist, they had no time to care.

Countless fiery wheels rolled into the military camp, engulfing most of it in an instant. With wolves rampaging unchecked in front and flames raging behind, the entire army was plunged into chaos, like a pot of boiling porridge.

The generals and commanders had completely lost control of the army and could only lead a few hundred guards to break through to the flanks and escape like stray dogs.