Just as Leitao was raiding the Japanese Army squad's stronghold in the valley, that adult lone wolf—which had survived after being wounded by the Japanese Army—was dragging its injured hind leg as it struggled through the depths of the mountain forest. Its wound was still continuously seeping blood, and every step it took on the ground covered in fallen leaves and dead branches left behind a bloody paw print. Flames of anger and hatred burned in its eyes, resembling two cold stars in the pitch-black night.
The lone wolf struggled up a mountain peak. Standing atop the summit, it slowly raised its head, the mane on its neck bristling with fury. Then, it began to howl toward the sky, "Awooo... ao, ao, ao..." The sound echoed through the silent mountain forest, carrying endless grief, indignation, and a call to gather.
Before long, "awooo" howls of a wolf pack rose and fell across the valley. The sound seemed like a response, an echo from its own kind. The lone wolf howled once more, its voice tinged with a sense of urgency and guidance.
Chapter 126