In the afternoon, Jiang Ming trained the villagers on how to fight wolves!

Wolves are creatures with iron heads, tofu waists, and stick-thin legs!

When you're hunting a wolf, aim for its waist; never hit its head, it won't work!

It must be said that truly outstanding special forces soldiers must also understand anatomy!

Jiang Ming's teachings played a crucial and decisive role in the 'Battle of Chenjia Village'!

Wolves are already blind, and their sense of smell is greatly weakened by the wolf venom smoke... and you're hitting them in the waist!

In an instant, those fierce wolves were like stray dogs, beaten half to a pulp on the ground, their front legs kicking wildly as they spun around!

Jiang Ming also dropped all pretense!

He was originally a special forces soldier. Not to mention his experience in wilderness survival, in close combat, five or six strong men couldn't even get close to him.

He brandished his long sword, slashing and hacking, killing with great gusto!

Wolf blood had stained his entire body red, making him look like a blood-soaked man!

The wolf bones even dulled the edge of his bronze sword...

The villagers, seeing how brave Jiang Tingzhang was, thought he was like an ancient evil spirit, a reincarnation of a fierce god!

Their fighting spirit was reignited, and they charged forward with wild shouts!

Women and children also grabbed sticks and stones and rushed forward!

In an instant, nearly a thousand wolves were surrounded by several hundred villagers from Chenjia Village, and the encirclement kept shrinking!

They were being driven into the trap!

Jiang Ming, his body soaked in wolf blood, was panting heavily. Watching the villagers advance with unstoppable momentum, he thought to himself, "If the Yan people had been in this state during the Battle of Maiqiu, how could they have allowed the Qi state to win? And why were 50,000 of their elite troops slaughtered?"

Ultimately, it's the commander's orders that determine everything!

Just as he was about to catch his breath and catch his breath, suddenly, a pair of huge wolf claws landed on his shoulders!

Jiang Ming's blood instantly congealed...

That wolf is fucking huge!

Judging by his posture, he's as tall as me, who's 1.85 meters!

That's fucking... a wolf!

At this moment, it was too late to raise the sword and stab backward!

The wolf puts its paws on your shoulders, and the next step is to bite your neck...

What kind of rumor is this, that you shouldn't turn your head, that turning left means biting the left side, and turning right means biting the right side? That's nonsense!

Wolves don't have all that fuss; they just bite and bite your neck off in one go!