The iron hooves of winter have already trampled across this vast wasteland, covering every inch of land with thick snow.

The cold wind was like a knife, stinging people's cheeks.

Lin Feng stood in front of the wooden house, his gaze passing over the simple shed and landing on the vast white distance.

The unexpected intrusion of the guest last night made him feel uneasy.

His current life can be described as "abundant" without exaggeration.

A warm and sturdy wooden house, enough meat to last through the winter, a constant supply of clean water, and even luxuries beyond their time, such as a golden toilet and golden candlesticks.

However, all this comfort was built upon his personal formidable military strength and advanced knowledge.

If he becomes careless and encounters a stronger threat, all these hard-earned achievements could be destroyed.

"Safety is the top priority," Lin Feng muttered to himself.

His gaze sharpened and deepened, and a grand defense plan quickly took shape in his mind.

In the days that followed, Lin Feng devoted most of his energy to building the defense system around the wooden house.

He was no longer satisfied with simply reinforcing the doors and windows; he wanted to build a real wall that would encompass the entire cabin, the hot spring, and even a small experimental plot of land he had cultivated.

This project was massive and arduous. He first planned the direction of the wall on the snow, forming an irregular oval shape, enclosing all the important facilities and leaving enough space for activities.

Then came the excavation of the foundation. Even working on frozen ground was not difficult for him.

Using a specially made steel chisel and iron pickaxe, combined with his astonishing strength, he painstakingly carved out trenches half a meter deep into the frozen ground.

Qin Lan, Su Wanqing, and four other women were tasked with moving stones and timber under his command.

After what happened with Yang Li and her group of women, Lin Feng became increasingly indifferent to them, and aside from giving necessary instructions, he hardly had any extra communication with them.

The punishment of having their right to use the hot spring pool revoked made these women deeply realize that Lin Feng's authority was inviolable.

They are now even more cautious, afraid of angering this capricious "master" again.

Stones were laid one by one into the foundation, and Lin Feng used his specially prepared clay mixture as an adhesive to ensure the stability of the foundation.

For the main body of the wall, he chose sturdy ironwood.

He took Wangcai deep into the snow forest and felled a large number of ironwood trees with a diameter of 20 to 30 centimeters, cutting them into lengths of about three meters.

He sharpened one end of these wooden stakes and charred the other end with fire, then coated them with his own homemade preservative grease to enhance their durability.

He arranged these heavy wooden stakes one by one closely, drove them deep into the frozen soil, and then used tough vines and animal sinews to bind and fix them horizontally, forming a solid wooden wall that was two and a half meters high.

Qin Lan and the others were responsible for helping to straighten the wooden stakes and passing tools. Although they were panting heavily, they dared not slack off in the slightest.

As they watched Lin Feng work tirelessly like a machine, they felt not only awe but also an indescribable sense of dependence.

In this cruel wilderness, the man's strength was the only piece of driftwood they could grasp.

Lin Feng put a lot of effort into the top of the wall.

He ordered the women to collect a large number of hard and sharp animal bones and thorny plant branches. Then he personally sharpened these animal bones to make them even sharper, and then, together with the thorny branches, he densely fixed them to the top of the wall at an alternating outward angle.

From a distance, the top of the wall gleamed with a cold light, exuding a menacing aura that kept strangers at bay.

Any creature that attempts to climb or scale it will be pierced by countless thorns.

He also deliberately drilled several concealed firing holes in the wall so that he could observe and attack external threats from inside.

The main gate was constructed with double-layered thick wooden planks, reinforced with embedded steel bars, and had brass hinges. Behind the gate was a large horizontal wooden bolt and a newly designed, more complex brass lock.

The project lasted for nearly ten days.

When the last spike was fixed to the top of the wall, and the tall and sturdy wall was completely closed, Lin Feng stood in front of the wooden house, looking at this "fortress" that protected all his core assets, and finally a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

This is not just a wall, but also a psychological barrier, allowing him to live and develop on this land with greater peace of mind.

Qin Lan and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was hard work, looking at the sturdy wall, they felt an unprecedented sense of security.

Of course, relying solely on passive defense is not Lin Feng's style of doing things.

He needed a more proactive security force. While Wangcai was brave, he couldn't carry the load alone. He turned his attention to another powerful predator on this snowy plain—the horned wolf.

The horned wolf is a species of wolf with short, prominent bony horns on its head. It is slightly larger than the common gray wolf, more ferocious and cunning, and is a pack animal.

Lin Feng had observed the activities of the horned wolf pack several times during his previous hunts.

He discovered that these horned wolves not only share many physical similarities with dogs, but their social structure and behavioral patterns also demonstrate that they possess a high level of intelligence.

A bold idea flashed through his mind: to tame a pack of horned wolves and make them the guardians of his territory.

Once this thought takes hold, it can never be stopped.

He instructed Qin Lan and the others to prepare a large quantity of sturdy ropes, specially made animal-catching nets, and some herbs that he had concocted, which had a mild anesthetic effect.

On a clear morning after the snowstorm had subsided, Lin Feng, draped in a thick animal-skin cloak, carrying a powerful bow and a steel sword, and accompanied by the spirited Wangcai, embarked on a journey to find the horned wolf pack.

The snow-covered plains stretched endlessly, and footprints were hard to find.

But with his rich experience in wilderness survival and Wangcai's keen sense of smell, Lin Feng finally discovered a sizable pack of horned wolves after tracking them for a whole day in a hilly area full of jagged rocks.

This wolf pack consists of about fifteen or sixteen adult horned wolves, and seven or eight half-grown wolves.

They were devouring a snow deer that had been hunted, its fur stained with blood, its eyes wary and fierce.

At the center of the wolf pack was a male horned wolf with an exceptionally robust build and dark gray to almost black fur. Its horns were thicker and longer than those of its kind, gleaming with a cold, eerie luster.

This is undoubtedly the alpha wolf in the pack.

Lin Feng did not act rashly. Instead, he chose a secluded rock upwind and lay in ambush, carefully observing the wolf pack's movements.

Wangcai lay prostrate beside him, letting out a low, threatening growl. It sensed the powerful presence of its own kind, but its master's command made it suppress its urge to attack.

"To tame them, you must first break their pride and knock down their alpha wolf."

Lin Feng thought to himself. He slowly took the powerful bow off his back and nocked a specially made armor-piercing heavy arrow.

The arrowheads were forged from the finest steel he had smelted, making them incredibly sharp, enough to pierce through the thick fur and bones of a horned wolf.

He held his breath, his gaze fixed on the arrogant wolf king.

The wolf king sensed something, abruptly raised its head, and warily scanned its surroundings, letting out a low growl.

The other members of the wolf pack also stopped eating and nervously looked in the direction where the wolf king had given the warning.

Just as the wolf king's gaze was about to sweep over Lin Feng's hiding place, Lin Feng moved!

"call out!"

The bowstring vibrated, producing a dull sound.

A heavy arrow, imbued with Lin Feng's immense power, tore through the air like a black lightning bolt, hurtling straight toward the Wolf King with a sharp whistle!

The wolf king, as expected of a seasoned leader, reacted extremely quickly.

The moment the arrow left the bowstring, it sensed the deadly danger and swiftly turned its head to the side to dodge.

However, Lin Feng's arrows were simply too fast and too accurate!

"puff!"

With a muffled thud, the heavy arrow, though failing to hit the wolf king's head, pierced its left front shoulder blade!

The immense impact caused the wolf king to stagger a few steps, its piercing howl echoing through the valley. Blood instantly stained the fur on its shoulders.

The wolf pack erupted in chaos! They stared in horror at their alpha wolf lying on the ground howling, completely bewildered.

"Wangcai, go!" Lin Feng shouted in a low voice.

Wangcai, who had been poised to pounce, leaped out from behind the rock like an arrow and headed straight for the wounded wolf king!

Although it is slightly smaller than an adult horned wolf, its imposing presence is by no means weak. In particular, the fierce aura that Lin Feng has cultivated in it over a long period of time is far superior to that of these wild wolf packs.

Just as Wangcai pounced on the wolf king, Lin Feng drew his bow again, unleashing a rain of arrows at the adult horned wolves that were trying to organize a resistance or escape.

His aim was not to kill them, but to target their limbs and non-vital parts, in order to weaken their fighting ability and create chaos.

"Awoo!"

Screams, roars, and howls rose and fell. Several adult horned wolves had been shot in the legs and were hampered in their movements.

Wangcai was already tearing into the wounded wolf king.

Although the wolf king was injured, its ferocity remained undiminished. However, Wangcai was fearless and its attacks were cunning and ruthless, targeting the wolf king's wounds and throat.

Taking advantage of the chaos among the wolf pack, Lin Feng swiftly rushed out from behind the rocks, his steel knife flashing like the wind. Wherever the back of the blade passed, horned wolves howled and fell to the ground.

He was very careful in his attacks, mostly striking their heads or backs to temporarily incapacitate them.

Some of the more timid horned wolves began to scatter and flee.

Lin Feng did not pursue them; his goal was to capture as many alive as possible.

Soon, the already severely injured wolf king gradually succumbed to Wangcai's relentless attacks, letting out a desperate howl.

Wangcai seized an opportunity and suddenly bit the wolf king's neck. Its sharp teeth sank deep, and blood gushed out.

The wolf king struggled a few times, then its massive body collapsed to the ground with a thud, twitched a few times, and then fell completely silent.

With the wolf king dead, the remaining horned wolves were completely demoralized and lost all will to resist, scattering like birds and beasts.

"Not a single one will escape!"

Lin Feng gave a cold shout. He quickly took out a hunting net and, with the help of Wangcai, drove and intercepted the injured or stunned adult wolves, as well as the trembling wolf cubs, trapping them one by one.

This hunt was more like a one-sided conquest.

With overwhelming force, Lin Feng swiftly crushed the core of the wolf pack's resistance.

When the dust settled, a heavy stench of blood filled the valley. Beside the corpse of the dead wolf king lay seven or eight adult horned wolves, tightly bound and whimpering, and five or six cubs, huddled together in fear, too afraid to move.

A few others escaped, but Lin Feng didn't care; these were enough.

He examined the captured horned wolves and found that most of them only had superficial wounds or had been knocked unconscious, and were not in any danger of dying.

He stuffed anesthetic herbs into the mouths of several particularly unruly adult horned wolves to prevent them from struggling excessively during transport.

Next, these "spoils" were transported back to the cabin.

This is undoubtedly another arduous task.

Lin Feng used tough vines to make a simple dragging tool, tied the adult horned wolves, who were unable to resist, together in pairs, and had Wangcai help drag them.

As for the wolf cubs, he simply threw them into a large animal skin bag.