Chapter 263 The Demise of the Wolf Pack

Below the rocky cliff, there is a naturally formed cave. The cave is very spacious; even a dozen people can enter without feeling crowded.

The group arrived at the cave entrance, lit some branches, and threw them into the cave. No animals came out, proving that it was safe inside.

At this moment, the wolf pack quickly gathered and followed.

The wolf pack originally planned to use a strategy of dividing their forces and encircling the two-legged beasts from both sides to take them down.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Xiping saw through the wolf pack's plan. Enraged, the wolf pack abandoned all pretense of hiding and quickly regrouped.

They followed Sheng Xiping and his group directly to this place.

There were twenty or thirty wolves, and this time most of them were strong, healthy adults, which were much more difficult to deal with than the old, weak, sick, and disabled wolves from last night.

Fortunately, Sheng Xiping and his group found this rocky cliff and, by taking advantage of the natural terrain, avoided the danger of being attacked from both sides by the wolf pack.

At this moment, all they need to do is focus on defending against the wolves in front of them.

However, although the cave is large, there is not enough space at the entrance for more than ten people to stand at the same time.

At that moment, who cared whether the gun barrel was cold or not? Zhang Zhijun dodged the wolf's pounce, then gripped the gun barrel, swung the butt, and smashed it down on the wolf's waist.

"Shoot the wolf in the waist." Once the wolf is close enough to pounce, it will be too late to fire.

With a bang, the bullet flew towards the little male wolf with blue fur.

A wolf that has run away has lost its composure and is the most difficult to kill.

As for Jin Qinliang and us, behind the semi-automatic rifles that have very little lethality but can fire in bursts, the wolf pack's tricks are all in vain.

Of course, this applies to situations involving special hunting rifles.

Despite the chaos in the face of danger, Zhang Zhijun and his men steadily raised their guns and calmly pulled the triggers. Another burst of gunfire rang out, and another half of the wolf pack behind them fell.

Even when facing a weaker ferocious beast, they will never back down. They will launch a series of retreating attacks, determined to kill their prey and never give up.

Jin Qinliang nodded, then had no time to look at the others.

Just then, Zhang Zhijun swung his rifle butt and smashed it down, hitting the wolf hard in the lower back.

A series of mournful howls echoed through the dense forest, and seven splattered wolves' blood stained the melting snow in the distance a deep crimson.

Sheng Xiping hadn't gotten up from the ground yet. I rubbed my arm and said, "Brother, something's wrong. Luckily you're wearing thick clothes."

The wolves' eyes, gleaming green, were filled with boundless resentment and murderous intent. Saliva dripped from their mouths.

If we had used older-style muskets, even if we didn't have more than ten men, we would have avoided casualties and would still have been able to wipe out the pack of wolves.

With a loud crack, the wolf's body instantly went limp and collapsed to the ground, barely able to move.

At the same time, the leader of the wolf pack, a large blue-haired wolf, looked up to the sky and howled, letting out a chilling roar.

As soon as the wolf howl subsided, a dozen wolves sped up and slowly approached Zhang Zhijun and his group.

Modern guns are so bad; they're semi-automatic rifles with low-powered bullets and can't fire in bursts.

Upon seeing the situation, Zhang Zhijun immediately instructed the people in the back row to step back, and the people in the front row to fill the vacancies in the middle.

Without their leader, the wolf pack descended into chaos, with several wolves turning around and trying to break away from the pack to flee elsewhere.

By then, the remaining wolves had not yet come close, each with its small, blood-red mouth open, ready to pounce and bite.

Due to the terrain limitations, Sheng Xiping and others had to adopt another method: the eleven people were divided into two groups, one in front and one behind, in a fan shape, with staggered positions, so that the two groups could quickly fill in for each other when changing ammunition.

That battle was, to put it mildly, without any major incidents. Apart from the little guy's excellent teamwork in the face of danger, the least significant contribution came from that gun.

The eight men inside raised their guns and pulled the triggers repeatedly.

"Jianshe and Weiguo, they'll cover you," Zhang Zhijun said, raising his gun, aiming at Zhonghao, the wolf, and pulling the trigger.

It was obvious that this young male wolf with blue fur was the leader of that pack of wolves.

The core of wolf pack tactics is not about maximizing the power of sparse attacks to a small extent, but about mutual cooperation.

Sure enough, the wolves that tried to escape perished in that wave of gunfire.

Zhang Zhijun was worried. He drew the short knife from his leg and stabbed the wolf in the stomach. After pulling the knife out, he turned to ask Sheng Xiping.

Jin Qinliang swung his gun and injured a wolf, then turned around and swung the butt of his gun at the wolf that was tearing at Sheng Xiping.

"Take down these few that are trying to escape first."

Those wolves looked like they were ready to fight to the death.

Wolves are not only fierce and brave, but also have a weak fighting spirit.

However, this blue wolf was very cunning. It stood about 800 to 700 meters away from the cave entrance, a distance from which even a good marksman would find it too difficult to hit.

Jin Qinliang's shot was extremely accurate; half of the green-haired male wolf's head was blown off, and it only managed a howl before regaining its life.

Jin Qinliang gave a shout, and everyone drew their short knives or raised their gun barrels to kill the first few wolves.

Thankfully, the weather was still so cold back then, and the little guy was still wearing winter clothes when he came down the mountain.

Even when encountering small predators like brown bears or tigers, one must be willing to fight to the death.

Sheng Xiping reacted quickly; in the instant the wolf pounced, he thought to hit the wolf's waist with the butt of his gun, and was knocked down by the wolf cub.

For each member of the wolf pack, as long as the survival of the pack can be guaranteed, they are not afraid of fighting and are ready to sacrifice themselves at any time.

The remaining dozen or so wolves stopped almost simultaneously, howling at the sky, emitting long, mournful cries, as if they were performing some kind of ritual.

Wolf packs run very slowly, and they are generally good at crisscrossing and darting about, making it difficult for hunters on the other side to aim and shoot.

The wolves attacking from behind, before hearing their leader's howl, continued to charge backwards fearlessly.

"Junzi, is something wrong with him?"

At that moment, we didn't care whether the gun barrel was hot or not; we just wanted to kill the wolf first.

As the saying goes, "To shoot a man, shoot his horse first; to capture a thief, capture his king first." Once this little blue wolf is eliminated, the wolf pack will lose its command and coordination and become a disorganized mess.

The roar seemed to give the wolf pack a command to charge, and the strong wolves split into several groups and rushed towards Sheng Xiping and his group like a tide.

Before a series of gunshots rang out, seven or eight wolves that were rushing towards them were shot down, falling to the ground and rolling around howling in pain.

Sheng Xiping only felt a sharp pain in his arm, but he was not seriously injured.

"Killing wolves is only necessary to make any one of them escape; otherwise, they will all become a menace."

The little cotton-padded jacket and seven cotton-padded trousers, with a fur coat underneath, meant that even though the wolf's teeth were sharp, they could still bite through Sheng Xiping's clothes.

Upon seeing the scene, the young male wolf with blue fur in front immediately let out a miserable howl, its voice filled with resentment and hatred.

The wolf cub opened its mouth to bite Sheng Xiping's throat, but Sheng Xiping instinctively blocked it with his arm.

There were seven or eight wolves left in total. Zhang Zhijun himself had injured two of them, leaving seven that hadn't been injured by Wang Jianshe, Chen Weiguo, Li Zhenggang, and others who had been hitting them with their rifle butts.