The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

Prince Qing was in deep grief and had not yet noticed the sound of horses neighing outside the carriage. It was not until the carriage stopped and the nervous voices of the soldiers were heard outside that he came to his senses.

"My Lord, there is someone ahead."

The soldier's words startled King Qing. He wiped his tears and asked hurriedly, "Someone? How could it be... How could the rebels get ahead of us!"

"No, they are not rebels. If they were rebels, they would have come to kill us long ago!"

"Wait a moment, Your Majesty. We have already gone to investigate." The soldier replied in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Prince Qing impatiently lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked out.

There were some figures standing faintly on the dim road ahead, but without any lit torches, so it was unknown how many there were, and at the moment it was impossible to see clearly who they were.

But no matter who it is, blocking the road means their whereabouts are exposed, which is definitely not a good thing.

Soon, some cavalry ran towards the carriage.

Prince Qing hurriedly asked, "Who is it?"

"Replying to Your Majesty, it's a barbarian."

Hearing these two words, Prince Qing's eyelids jumped and he asked, "How many people? What are they doing?"

"We can't figure out the number of people yet. It's too dark. They didn't light torches, but they said this is the main road for the barbarians to pass through, so they won't let us pass."

When these words came out, King Qing was furious: "What nonsense! This is not a barbarian thoroughfare at all!"

After a little thought, he said in a deep voice:

"Blocking our way has already shown their intention. They must have decided to join the rebels, but they don't dare to attack us directly. They must be small in number and should be a patrol."

Then, he said in a cold voice: "Don't worry, just kill them!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

In this escape, in addition to the death squads of the Thousand Machine Camp, there were also one or two hundred musketeers. Although there were not many people, their combat effectiveness was not weak. At the command of Prince Qing, the guards immediately charged forward.

Prince Qing stayed in the carriage anxiously, with many guards beside him. Not long after, the sound of fighting came from the front.

He lifted a corner of the car curtain and looked out carefully. There was fighting going on, so he had to light more torches. In the light of the fire, he saw a group of barbarian soldiers fighting with the guards.

Fortunately, the prediction was correct. There were indeed not many barbarian soldiers, only two or three hundred. Although the barbarians were warlike and their soldiers were quite strong, they were still unable to resist due to the difference in numbers and firearms.

Prince Qing believed that within a quarter of an hour, these barbarians would give up and retreat, and he had no intention of chasing them. The most urgent thing now was to leave this place immediately, the farther the better.

He lowered the curtain and waited quietly.

A quarter of an hour later.

Prince Qing frowned and opened the curtain of the carriage: "What's going on? Haven't they retreated yet?"

“No, Prince. Although we have killed many of them, these barbarians just won’t retreat and are still trying to hold on. It seems that they will never give way unless we kill them all.”

"Besides, they have set up roadblocks, and it will take time to clear them."

Hearing this, Prince Qing punched the window and said, "These barbarians are really not afraid of death!"

"Quick victory! Maybe there will be reinforcements!"

"It's the prince!"

The musketeers loaded their ammunition and kept shooting at the barbarian soldiers, of which only a few dozen were left. However, these remaining soldiers took cover to dodge and would shoot a dozen arrows from time to time.

They couldn't be killed at the moment, but they refused to retreat. With no other choice, the Thousand Machine Battalion had to ride forward and launch a fierce attack from both sides.

The fighting was still going on, but Prince Qing, who was sitting in the carriage, became more and more uneasy, his eyelids twitching constantly. This group of barbarians must have received a death order, so they blocked their way. Although there were not many of them, it would be troublesome if reinforcements arrived.

"Ouch!"

It's coming again, it's indeed the howling of a wolf!

Prince Qing was shocked, realizing that the wolf howl would never come suddenly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Sure enough, more and more wolf howls were heard in the darkness, and these sounds came from behind.

Prince Qing's pupils shrank, and he pulled open the carriage curtain and looked back.

But in the night, there were hundreds of ghostly green eyes flashing, like fireflies. They were erratic, but gradually coming towards the convoy.

"Wolf....."

"Wolf Soldier..."

Prince Qing's face froze, as if he had been hit on the head. How could he, who had dealt with barbarians before, not recognize what these wolves were for!

Many years ago, in a battle in Chiyang Valley, the troops led by Qin Haotian defeated the barbarian army. Although they won, he also made it clear in the battle report he issued afterwards.

"The barbarian soldiers are strong in martial arts, especially the wolf soldiers. The wolf fighters are extremely skilled in martial arts, and there are vicious wolves following them. They fight to the death."

Faced with this kind of wolf soldiers, Qin Haotian killed them all in Chiyang Valley, which caused great damage to the barbarians. After that, the barbarians never had wolf soldiers again.

After all, people can go to the battlefield through training, but there are very few well-trained wolves.

Previously, when Wu Kui led a large army to fight against the Southern Barbarians, he did not bring a single wolf soldier with him.

But now——

After he recovered from his shock, he shouted urgently: "Go! Don't worry about it, just go now!!"

At the command, the convoy moved forward again. Although the barbarians in front were still fighting with them, they could not care less and could only force their way through.

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rear.

On the warhorse, Yan Cheng's face was as gloomy as water, and he was leading his troops to gallop forward, while in front of him, the wolves had already been released.

Looking at these leaping figures, Yan Cheng had a complicated expression.

From a certain period of time on, these wolves never left the southern barbarian territory again.

Looking back, it should have been after the battle in Chiyang Valley that year. Too many people died, and too many wolves died.

For that battle, almost all the wolves were taken away, but none of them came back, just like their master.

Compared to humans, the number of wolves was originally small. After that war, only about a hundred wolves were left in the tribe. Even after several years, they continued to reproduce, and the tribe members went hunting wild wolves and tamed them.

But now there are only two or three hundred wolves that can be used in the tribe, and they seem to have made an agreement and will never leave the territory of the southern barbarians.

Why is this? Yan Cheng often wondered.

But in the end he couldn't come up with an answer. He could only feel that the original wolves were more brave, while their descendants gradually lost their bloodiness.

Maybe so, but there is no denying that wolf numbers are growing.

This seems to be a good thing. The Southern Barbarians are very large, and this land is even more vast, enough for all living things to thrive here.

And now, after many years, these wolves are out again, facing the battlefield for the first time, but Yan Cheng no longer has the passion he had when he fought against the wolves.

He clearly understood that this was not a hunt, but a fight for survival.

There was a "crack" sound.

The knife was unsheathed, Yan Cheng held it tightly in his hand and let out a wolf-like howl:

"Keep them!"

"Ouch!"

A high, deep, long and ethereal wolf howl also sounded at this time, like a response from a wolf pack.

These creatures, which are sometimes ferocious and sometimes cunning, have sharp fangs, sharp teeth and strong bodies, but they are always accustomed to acting in groups.

Thousands of years of blood memory tell them that only the existence of a tribe can enable them to capture prey more successfully, reproduce more, and survive better.

And at this moment, they rushed into the enemy group fiercely.