The Human Emperor (200-400)

C207: Countermeasures!

Aooo! ——

A howl sounded, and many more echoed in response. Before long, the entire mountain was filled with the howls of wolves. It was impossible to estimate the number of wolves that were currently in the vicinity of White Tiger Peak.

Even though Kunwu Training Camp was built in the depths of the mountain range more than twenty li away from the capital, still, it should have been impossible for so many wolves to appear here.

“The indigenous wolves of Turkic grasslands!”

Wang Chong’s face turned incomparably grim. The howling of the wolves were loud and powerful. In the entire world, there was only a single place where so many wolves would appear at once.

The grasslands where the Turks live on.

The wolves there possessed a significantly larger physique and were exceptionally aggressive. Living alongside with the wolves for a long period of time, some Turk experts gradually learned the art of controlling wolf packs.

In the fights between Great Tang and the Turks in his previous life, Wang Chong had witnessed the Turks summoning wolves for support.

If a large army were to cross the borders, it would be impossible for the royal court to not notice anything at all. However, if it was wolves instead, even if the sentry saw them, they probably wouldn’t pay them much heed.

Clearly, this was the ace the Turks had up their sleeves.

“This is bad. The Turks are planning to attack the peak with the wolves!”

Zhao Qianqiu’s complexion turned incomparably awful. If it was just the wolves, it would still be within the capability of the guards on the mountain to deal with them. However, if the wolves were backed by master archers hiding in the shadows, everyone would be put into an extremely dangerous situation. The entire White Tiger Peak might just be wiped out.

If the Three Great Training Camps were to suffer such a heavy blow on the day of its establishment, it would surely pose a huge blow to the empire’s prestige.

As an instructor of the training camps, Zhao Qianqiu couldn’t accept this.

“I can’t just wait here, I’ve to go out!”

Zhao Qianqiu was anxious.

The open landscape outside made it easy for one to be sniped by the Turk master archers, but at this crucial moment, Zhao Qianqiu couldn’t care so much anymore.

“Instructor Zhao, how many men can you gather?”

At this moment, a calm voice suddenly echoed—Wang Chong’s.

On the inside, Wang Chong was even more anxious than anyone here. After all, this was where the future great generals of the empire were gathered. The death of any single one of them would be a huge loss to the empire.

To change the fate of the Central Plains, Wang Chong would require their help.

Until now, Wang Chong was unable to gauge whether this incident was fated or that it happened due to his intervention.

Regardless of which one it was, Wang Chong couldn’t simply sit idly as such dire circumstances unfold before him.

“I should be able to gather around six to seven people?”

Zhao Qianqiu had no idea what Wang Chong was up to but even so, he still answered the other party’s query. He had a very favorable impression of Wang Chong—the latter was able to retain his calmness even in the midst of danger and use his wits to uncover opportunities. His prior suggestion of using the corpses of the tiger to dodge the rain of arrows served as the best example.