Just as he was about to collide with the hungry wolf, the young man suddenly pushed off sideways with his foot, squatted down in a strange motion, dodged to the side, and at the same time swung his machete forward. With a squelch, the sharp blade plunged directly into the wolf’s belly, and blood spurted out wildly.

“Thud!” The hungry wolf, which had leapt high, crashed heavily at the young man’s feet, letting out a mournful whine. It looked at the young man with unwillingness, its body curling up and struggling, trying to stand.

The young man’s extraordinarily calm gaze locked onto the wolf. He kicked out, hitting the handle of the machete directly. With another squelch, the blade sank even deeper. The wolf howled in agony, its yellow eyes fixed tightly on the young man, but soon they dimmed and lost all life.

Looking at the dead wolf, the young man felt secretly relieved and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The fight just now had been extremely dangerous. If the wolf hadn’t leapt up to attack, leaving itself no room to maneuver, or if he hadn’t waited calmly for the right moment to counterattack, the outcome could have gone either way. The young man pulled out the machete, wiped the blood clean on the wolf’s body, let out a long sigh, saw that Mark had already gone far ahead, and quickly picked up the dead wolf to catch up.

A hungry wolf with rich combat experience is definitely not easy to deal with. In that fight just now, whether he counterattacked a moment too soon or a moment too late, as long as the wolf wasn’t in midair with nowhere to draw strength, it would have had room to maneuver, and the result would have been uncertain.

The young man threw the wolf’s corpse onto the cart and said with a grin, “Mark, how’s my skill, brother? This wolf skin will make a great vest for you. A horse in a wolf’s skin will definitely look cool, and lots of mares will throw themselves at you. Don’t thank me—after all, we’re good brothers. Back when I got heatstroke in the wild, if it weren’t for you, I, Andrew Clark, would have been nothing but a pile of dirt by now.” His joking manner was nothing like the cold and deadly demeanor from before.

Mark let out a long neigh in response, then galloped on. The young man laughed and cursed, “You perk up as soon as you hear about mares, you old lecherous horse. Don’t get diarrhea later!” With that, he hurried to catch up.

Man and horse ran across the wilderness. As night fell, torrential rain poured down, lashing his face painfully. The young man quickly pulled out the tarp from the cart to cover the sacks, urging Mark to speed up. Seeing the outpost ahead, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As they got closer, the young man named Andrew Clark smelled a strange, strong scent of blood. Looking up, he saw the sentry on the watchtower was gone. Alarmed, he drew his machete, his eyes flashing sharply as he locked onto the direction of the barracks, hiding his body behind the cart and moving forward cautiously. Soon, he saw a familiar figure lying in the square.

The person was lying face down, motionless, the rain around him turning crimson. The young man Andrew Clark was shocked and rushed over, completely forgetting that he might become a sniper’s target by doing so. He turned the person over and his face changed dramatically—it was Sergeant Wright, a comrade he knew all too well. Half his head had been blown off; he was already dead.

“Sergeant Wright?” Andrew Clark panicked, staring in disbelief at the person in his arms. Just yesterday they had been joking and chatting together, his voice and smile still vivid in his mind. He never expected that after just one day away, his closest comrade would become a cold corpse. Suddenly realizing something, Andrew Clark picked up Sergeant Wright’s body and dashed madly toward the barracks.

It was the first time Andrew Clark had experienced something like this, and he was completely flustered, forgetting all basic tactical evasion. He had no idea that by doing this he was exposing his position. Luckily, the enemy had already withdrawn; otherwise, he would have died many times over. His mind was filled only with worry and rage.

Arriving at the barracks, Andrew Clark saw that the kitchen had been burned, and the surrounding buildings were also charred and ruined. If not for the downpour, the whole outpost might have been reduced to ashes. Andrew Clark rushed frantically into the rooms, but found nothing. He searched room by room, and finally found several charred corpses in the kitchen.

“Lieutenant Wright?” Andrew Clark’s mind went blank, his body went limp, and he sat on the ground. The body of Sergeant Wright in his arms slipped to the floor. His mind was a total blank, his eyes staring dully at the scorched corpses all over the ground, completely unaware of the stench filling the air.

No one knows how much time passed. Having vaguely guessed what had happened, Andrew Clark’s face twisted with rage. Enduring his grief, he silently knelt and kowtowed, his mind filled with memories of his comrades playing, going wild, and bragging together in the past. Tears streamed down his face—men do not cry easily, unless truly heartbroken.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Three heavy kowtows, his forehead covered in blood. Andrew Clark said sorrowfully, “Lieutenant Wright, brothers, your spirits in heaven must come to me in a dream and tell me the truth. If I do not avenge you, I swear I am not a man.” A tremendous murderous aura surged skyward, as if the air around him was burning.

Chapter 4: Chasing the Killer on a Rainy Night

After slowly regaining his composure, Andrew Clark saw the ground was littered with shell casings and the walls were riddled with bullet holes. Clearly, the attack had been sudden, and no one had a chance to fight back. Afterwards, the place was set on fire. These were a group of vicious criminals who absolutely could not be let go—blood must be repaid with blood. Thinking of this, Andrew Clark rushed to the communications room, only to find the radio had been destroyed by fire, making it impossible to contact the outside world. His face changed dramatically.

“Boom!” Suddenly, the faint sound of an explosion came from afar.