Late at night, the entire Wolf Fang Base was on alert, yet it was silent to a terrifying degree. In the square not far from the gates of Wolf Fang Base, three thousand fresh recruits stood or sat around, each one anxious and uncomfortable, yet all of them were eerily silent.
Because in the darkness of the night, directly before those three thousand recruits stood five hundred members of the Wolf Fang Regiment. They were the five hundred men Chu Han had ordered back from their post on the road leading to Anluo City.
Led by Qin Yuan, they formed a stark contrast to the three thousand recruits, like heaven and earth. Although the five hundred Wolf Fang soldiers had only just returned and had rested for merely fifteen minutes to eat dinner, all five hundred of them still stood ramrod straight.
So straight that they looked like five hundred flagpoles!
Solemn, calm, and concealing deadly intent. After several months of brutal training, every regular soldier of the Wolf Fang Regiment had become terrifyingly powerful. Their aura naturally radiated from their bodies, like wolves hidden in the darkness, waiting for the right moment to strike.
And these five hundred men were like a pack of five hundred wolves—crouched low, silent, yet brimming with killing intent.
Wolf Fang was so short on resources that it did not even have military uniforms, let alone protective suits for fighting zombies. These five hundred men wore only ordinary clothes in every imaginable color, standing openly before the three thousand recruits.
Yet despite their mismatched attire, the identical aura emitted by all five hundred of them created such overwhelming pressure that even the air around them seemed to retreat. Not even the darkest night could conceal their presence.
They stood there quietly, their fearless eyes