The small pond was silent; no one was washing clothes anymore. Everyone eagerly waited for the soldier speaking to continue.
"And then?"
A slightly trembling voice broke the silence — Jacob Green raised his hand to ask.
The former councillor of Niutigu Valley, now secretary of the Iron Peak County Infantry Regiment, had somehow come to the pondside. He not only silently blended in among the soldiers but also held a small notebook, sweating profusely as he recorded.
"And then?" The storytelling soldier shrugged: "Then the Blood Wolf dashed out from the smoke and charged directly at the enemy. Who could withstand the Blood Wolf's charge? That bunch collapsed in an instant, shouting as they fled. Then we won."
This ending was quite plain, but the soldiers were very satisfied with it.
Someone naturally remarked, "Of course, the Blood Wolf wouldn't fall for such a petty trick."
"What are you talking about? What death? They couldn't even touch the Blood Wolf's fur!"
