Tang Wolf
Eight hundred years ago, before the gates of Xuanwu, an army clad in black heavy armor escorted the Emperor Taizong toward the Hall of Supreme Harmony, their long spears gleaming. Above the city walls, the black wolf banners drifted slowly in the fading glow of sunset. Eight centuries later, the Great Tang boasts a formidable force—Heaven’s Strategy. They exist not only to safeguard the empire’s peace but also to ensure the rightful succession of the throne. Amidst the turbulence of dynastic inheritance, countless heroes of Heaven’s Strategy have pressed forward without hesitation, their blood composing a magnificent chapter in history.
Tang Wolf
“Hyah! Hyah!”
In the shroud of night, the thunder of hooves echoed along the desolate mountain path.
Clang! Clang!
Two sharp sounds sliced through the air, and on the wooden boards of the carriage, two slender silver darts embedded themselves deeply.
“Hyah!”
The driver, startled, lashed the whip harder. Blood streaks marred the horse’s back, and with each crack, the tortured beast bolted faster, driven mad by pain.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Several glimmers flashed under the moonlight. One struck the driver, while another shot straight into the carriage.
Wails erupted, the cries of a child, uncertain whether the hidden weapon had found its mark.
Bathed in moonlight, shadows surged—a dozen black-clad figures raced through the night, their blades gleaming with chilling light.
“Don’t cry, Fuyu, don’t cry.” Inside the carriage, a beautiful woman clutched the swaddled boy tightly. Her serene features were now twisted with terror and anxiety.
“Madam, the horse can’t go any further,” the driver said weakly.
The horse, foaming at the mouth, had reached its limit. The carriage slowed, the pursuers closing in.
With a crash, the horse collapsed, dead from exhaustion. The momentum sent the carriage spinning, the canopy shattered, dust rising in the night.
Ping!
Two flashes of silver darted into the dark forest. The driver, ignoring his wounds, drew his sword and knocked the darts aside before they could strike the broken carriage.
Under the moonlight, the black-clad assailants formed a tigh
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