Seeing the pack of wolves launch their attack, Zhao Lie felt a cold shudder run through him.
He glanced around stealthily and saw not a single trace of the guards, thinking to himself: "Where on earth did those guards go? Why isn't a single one of them showing up? How is Number Eleven even doing his job as captain of the guards?"
At that moment, gunshots rang out not far away—not just from a single spot, but from at least a dozen different directions.
"This is bad, Prince! The guards must have run into the pack of wolves as well. What are we going to do?"
Zhu Li was exceptionally smart. In the Northwest, wolf packs always hunted in groups of a hundred or more.
Yet here, only a few dozen had appeared, which she found rather strange.
In the northwestern territories, hunters were not afraid of tigers or leopards, but they feared wolf packs above all else.
Once targeted by a pack of wolves, even if you survived, you would be stripped of a layer of skin.
Hearing Zhu Li's words, Zhao Lie furrowed his brow: The guards must have encountered the wolves; otherwise, why wouldn't Number Eleven have sent reinforcements?
Zhao Lie had no time to dwell on it, however, for those several dozen grey wolves had already rushed right up to him, mere yards away.
Zhao Lie said to Zhu Li, "Don't be afraid. Use your short firearms to aim and attack."
Zhu Li was a general, after all—a woman who had seen blood and killed people on the battlefield.
Now facing a life-or-death choice, she appeared r…
Chapter 400