But this completely escaped Luo Chong, who had been keeping a close eye on the alpha wolf's movements. It was a clash of strength and wits between two leaders.
Seeing the alpha wolf stir, Luo Chong knew the pack was about to pull another trick. He withdrew alone from the front rank, climbed onto the wall beside them in a few steps, and observed the battlefield from above.
More than fifty Gray Wolf corpses had already piled up on the main battlefield at the breach, forming a low wall in front of it. It was the coldest part of winter, and the wounds on their bodies bled without stopping. After being struck by the three-edged spearheads—practically bloodletting weapons—they would lose the ability to move and pass out within a minute.
Losing so much blood caused their body temperatures to plummet, especially on a winter night.
The alpha wolf noticed Luo Chong suddenly climbing onto the wall and worried that his Feint to the East, Attack to the West stratagem had been exposed. It let out another howl, ordering the assault team on the front battlefield to change its attack.
One massive elite Gray Wolf after another charged to the Han Tribe's broken-wall defenses. Instead of leaping straight at them, they stepped on their companions' corpses and sprang into the air, attempting to clear the first layer of the Spear Formation and pounce directly on the second rank behind it.
The sudden development instantly seized Luo Chong's attention. He hurriedly shouted, "The first rank, take one step forward and level your spears! Second rank, defend the first rank's heads! Don't let them jump over!"
Just as Luo Chong urgently directed the tribesmen to change formation, a Gray Wolf's anguished howl suddenly rang out from the southern wall. Luo Chong turned to