Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 450 The Death of the Alpha Wolf
The alpha wolf was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He turned around, pulled out a saber from the bedside, and slashed down without thinking.

“I am Count Bazel.”

However, before the saber could fall, a golden coat of arms was almost pressed against his face. Beneath the golden iris was a black wolf's head emblem, the coat of arms of Count Bazel.

The alpha wolf reacted extremely quickly. In a flash, he realized that the girl in front of him was one of Count Bazel's men.

then--

He increased the force on his blade, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes; he was ready to fight to the death.

The saber swung down, and a head fell to the ground.

The alpha wolf's eyes remained wide open until his death, as he witnessed firsthand how the girl killed him: she reached out and brutally twisted his head off.

Muscles are extremely elastic, and bones are more resilient than most people imagine. It's not difficult to break a person's neck, but it's much harder to twist their head off.
The alpha wolf's head fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and landed on a wooden crate. This crate originally contained the enemy heads that the Winter Wolf Guard had obtained after their victory. The alpha wolf had always felt that it wasn't enough and wanted to collect more to hand over as a reward. Now, it was probably enough.

Everything happened so fast that Lina hadn't even finished her first sentence before the alpha wolf's head was ripped off.

His headless body seemed not to react at all, remaining dazed for a moment before slowly collapsing. He didn't spit out much blood; the girl's rough hands twisted the severed end into a pretzel shape, squeezing the blood back into his cavity.

The girl casually put the emblem back into her pocket and turned to leave the house without hesitation, paying no attention to the corpse lying on the ground, like an elegant winter wolf from the North.

The living are human, the dead are flesh and blood, there's nothing to care about.

She arrived very early, and not many people in the camp were awake. She walked slowly from room to room, her blood-red hair bouncing like a burning fire in the camp.

When the soldiers woke up and lazily opened their doors, they were horrified to find many corpses piled up in the camp.

Corpses? We've seen plenty of them. Every now and then, a few unrecognizable corpses are brought into town.

But the corpses in front of them were all Winter Wolves, and even all of them were high-ranking members of Winter Wolves, from the strongest alpha wolf to the wolf claws and fangs below, and even a few wolf bloods—that is, squad leaders.

These people's corpses were all headless, or perhaps not headless, but they were all headless bodies.

These bodies were arranged and piled up, as if vines were woven into chairs. The corpses of these winter wolves in the military camp were piled up into a small heap, and on top of them was a throne made of heads.

These heads were impaled on spear tips, one close to the other. The once strictly hierarchical winter wolves were now huddled together, supporting the girl sitting on them.

The girl had bright red hair, and her face showed neither excitement nor fear. She rested her chin on her hand and looked expressionlessly at the winter wolves below.

The soldiers of the Winter Wolf Guard stood frozen in place. Some of them had trembling legs and wet trousers—that was brave of them. Most of them had a blank mind, filled only with overflowing fear and a desire to submit.

Bang.

A squad leader knelt down, seemingly trying to say something, but his trembling vocal cords made it impossible to utter a complete sentence. Gradually, almost everyone knelt on the ground, with only a few terrified people still standing there in a daze.

The girl slowly stood up, and those who were standing stiffened abruptly, then gradually slid down—

Only the upper body slid down.

Lina looked around; no one in the camp dared to meet her gaze.

Nodding in satisfaction, the girl who had suddenly appeared in the military camp spoke for the first time:

“Tell me, where is the resistance?” Isaac and Gwen were currently near Grizzly Town, where they had been waiting with several squads of musketeers for some time.

The news of the fall of Calvin Town reached the town last night. Given the Winter Wolves' mobilization speed, they should be able to set off today.

There is only one road leading north from Grizzly Town, and the resistance has already dug traps along this road. Whenever the Winter Wolves attack, whether they are going to Calvin Town or to the forest where their camp is located, they will have to take this road.

When the Winter Wolves are in disarray, the resistance can launch a preemptive strike and fire at least two volleys of bullets, which should be enough to drive the Winter Wolves back.

This could curb the momentum of the Winter Wolf Guard, at least stop them from slaughtering their own people, and allow the resistance to develop properly for a while.

If the goal is not annihilation but simply killing, the risk is not high. This was the strategy decided before the attack on Calvin Town.

To prevent any accidents, Gwen even brought Nora's body with her. She was very quiet when not in battle, and not completely uncommunicative.

But the result was still unexpected.

The winter wolves were unusually patient this time, and showed no sign of setting off even as noon approached.

This also puzzled Gwen and Isaac.

Has Winter Wolf abandoned Calvin Town?

That can't be right. That place is an important food supply point for the Winter Wolves. The town has so much food stored up that they can't carry it back to the camp, so they have to distribute a considerable portion of it locally.

Winter Wolf is already starving, so he's completely ignoring what's going on over there?

Gwen and Isaac exchanged a glance, both sensing that something was amiss.

Suddenly, Isaac's gaze sharpened. He walked to an open space, waved upwards, and soon a peregrine falcon landed on his arm.

He whispered a few words to the peregrine falcon, took some food out of his pocket and fed it to the bird, and then the peregrine falcon flew away.

Gwen looked on with some surprise: "You understand bird language?"

“It’s normal for investigators to know a little bit about everything.” Isaac didn’t explain further, his expression was not good: “The bad news is, we probably won’t be able to hold out against the Winter Wolves.”

"what happened?"

"My informant in town just reported that the military camp is in chaos. Bird went up to take a look and found that many people are dead inside."

"Huh?" Gwen was a little confused. "Why would people die inside? A mutiny?"

"It's hard to say, given Winter Wolf's style of doing things. It might just be a normal change of alpha wolf."

"Will a lot of people die from the 'Wolf Swap'?"

“Very likely.” Isaac turned to look at the town, his eyes flashing. “Bazaar gave the Winter Wolf Guard a great deal of autonomy, which allows the alpha wolf to make more flexible judgments and decisions on the battlefield, and also to plunder territory to quickly restore its fighting strength. But this will bring a problem.”

"The alpha wolf has too much control over the winter wolves. If we want to replace the alpha wolf, we must carry out a major purge."

(End of this chapter)