Lin Feng did not treat all wolves equally in his management of the wolf pack.
As his "confidant," Wangcai enjoys the highest privileges, including free access to the wooden house and even some cooked meat prepared by him.
The other horned wolves were classified into different ranks by him based on their loyalty, intelligence, and fighting ability.
Those who perform well will receive better food and more "gentle" treatment.
Those who perform poorly, or show any signs of rebellion, will be severely punished, or even killed outright.
During these days, Lin Feng destroyed at least five packs of horned wolves, and at his peak, he had forty horned wolves.
However, in this process of survival of the fittest, horned wolves are constantly being eliminated and killed.
Over the next few days, Lin Feng will regularly lead the wolf pack on real-world hunting expeditions.
This not only solves the wolf pack's food problem, but also trains their hunting skills and teamwork abilities.
During the hunt, he would deliberately create dangerous situations to observe the wolf pack's reactions and individual behavior. Those brave, intelligent wolves that knew how to cooperate would receive his special attention and training.
During the day, the Horned Wolf Guard, led by Wangcai, patrols a radius of several miles radiating outward from the wooden house.
Their range of activity covers almost all areas that Lin Feng might venture into.
Their sense of smell and hearing far surpasses that of humans; no unfamiliar scent or sound can escape their perception.
This allows Lin Feng to anticipate potential dangers in advance.
At night, most of the horned wolves would return to the area near the enclosure to rest, but Lin Feng would arrange for two or three of the most alert horned wolves to lie in ambush and keep watch inside and outside the enclosure, together with Wangcai.
Their very existence is enough to deter any petty scoundrels.
Lin Feng stood on the high wall, looking down at his territory.
The wooden house was brightly lit and warm as spring; the walls were sturdy and high, forming a formidable fortress.
The wolf pack lurked and roamed, their sharp claws menacing.
He nodded in satisfaction, a sense of accomplishment welling up within him.
"This is the life I want," he murmured to himself, his eyes flashing with a cold yet confident light.
His indifference to the struggles and suffering of women was not entirely cold-blooded, but rather a rational choice based on reality.
In this cruel world, compassion is the cheapest and most useless thing.
Only absolute strength and strict order can guarantee one's own survival and development.
What he needs are useful "tools" and absolutely obedient "servants," not a group of "burdens" that he needs to worry about and protect at all times.
The winter snowstorm is getting heavier and heavier, threatening to swallow the whole world whole.
Within the walls, Lin Feng's "kingdom" was impregnable and teeming with life.
Outside the walls, Qin Lan's cave stood firm amidst the storms, while Yang Li's cave awaited its final judgment in despair.
The gears of fate are slowly turning on this frozen land in a cruel yet real way.
Lin Feng, the "king" from another world, coldly observed all of this and continued to write his own chapter of iron and blood.
He knew that winter was not yet at its worst, and the real test might have just begun. And he was fully prepared.
A week later, a blizzard struck.
This blizzard did not come without warning.
For the first few days, the sky remained overcast, with leaden clouds like solidified molten iron pressing low over the snowfield, swallowing up all light and color.
The air was stagnant and heavy, and even the most cold-resistant snow wolves reduced their activity, as if they had sensed some kind of immense pressure from heaven and earth.
Standing at the lookout point on the high wall, Lin Feng, with his extraordinary senses, had already sensed something unusual.
The chill carried by the wind became even more biting, and the snowflakes, which had initially been soft, became hard, striking the ironwood wall with a fine "rustling" sound.
"Looks like something big is about to happen."
He said to Wangcai, who was wagging its tail beside him.
Wangcai growled and rubbed its head against his leg, sensing its master's seriousness.
Lin Feng had already made ample preparations for such extreme weather.
Every crevice in the log cabin was filled tightly with special clay, and the thick ironwood walls and double roof were strong enough to withstand any strong winds.
The storeroom was filled with mountains of dried meat, smoked fish, dried wild vegetables, and several large vats of cooking oil, enough to keep him and his wolf pack safe for several months.
In terms of fuel, in addition to mountains of high-quality firewood, there were also various kinds of charcoal and coal.
As for water, there was no need to worry. He used clay to connect pipes and directly created a water storage room, which he could use at will.
Moreover, the snow and ice are clean, and water is the least of our worries.
It can be said that Lin Feng can rest easy.
In the following days, a terrible blizzard struck.
The moment the blizzard truly arrived, the world instantly turned into chaos.
The gale, like a wild horse unleashed, swept across the entire snowfield with the force of thunder, carrying billions of tons of ice and snow.
That wasn't the wind; it was a roaring behemoth, the angry breath of a god!
The snowflakes were no longer snowflakes, but had turned into countless tiny and sharp ice crystals, which lashed at everything exposed with astonishing speed and density, emitting a tooth-grinding shriek.
The entire world was completely swallowed up by the raging blizzard, leaving only one sound.
However, all this terror had nothing to do with Lin Feng inside the wooden house within the walls.
His wooden cabin is now a warm paradise, secluded from the world.
Inside the fireplace, fine ironwood burned brightly, the flames displaying a reassuring orange-red hue, crackling and dispelling the last trace of chill from the room.
Warm air flowed slowly through the spacious room, a stark contrast to the frigid cold outside that could freeze steel.
Lin Feng leaned against the soft bed, covered with a blanket made of various rare animal hides.
He lavishly lit two large candles by the fireplace, which were placed on golden candlesticks. The flickering candlelight added a touch of warmth and elegance to the somewhat rugged room.
The golden candlesticks were his creations made in his spare time; they were made with exquisite materials and were crafted with great skill.
Wangcai, the loyal horned wolf, is currently lying comfortably on the thick carpet by the fireplace.
Nestled beside it was a beautiful, adult female wolf with pure black fur.
This was the most docile and intelligent wolf that Lin Feng had selected from the tamed wolf pack, and he named it "Laifu".
At this moment, Laifu was lazily licking its paws, occasionally rubbing its head against Wangcai, enjoying this rare peace and warmth.
On the other side of the wooden house is an extension of Lin Feng's newly built stables and kennels.
The white moonlight and white jade are comfortably spending the winter there.
The kennel was already full of horned wolves.
They are allowed to enter this warmer region during blizzards, protected from direct exposure to the wind and snow.
Lin Feng knew that these horned wolves were an important guarantee for the safety of his territory, and that treating them well was treating himself well.
The arrival of the blizzard did not affect Lin Feng's happy life in the slightest.
He even felt that this secluded tranquility made him more relaxed.
He picked up a small ceramic bowl containing potato chips from the small wooden table beside him.
He picked up a piece, popped it into his mouth with a crisp "crunch," and a satisfied smile spread across his face.
Next to him was a small dish of bright red spicy strips, emitting an enticing spicy aroma; it was a snack he occasionally used to change things up.
He was even more extravagant when it came to drinks.
At that moment, a large glass of dark brown, slightly bubbly "soda" was placed beside him, with tiny water droplets condensing on the cool glass.
He was holding potato chips in one hand, a Coke in the other, and a straw in his mouth, happily drinking it.
Straws are made from the trunk of a certain plant. This plant is very special because its trunk is hollow in the middle, and once cut off, it becomes a natural straw.
Lin Feng made many of these straws.
At that moment, he was engrossed in reading a novel on his phone.
Is this happiness?
Lin Feng stuffed potato chips into his mouth while letting out a heartfelt sigh.
This experience of enjoying the conveniences and comforts of modern civilization in a post-apocalyptic wilderness gave him an indescribable sense of control and exhilaration.
His life, in contrast to the raging blizzard outside his window and the creatures struggling within it, formed two completely different worlds.
One is a warm, peaceful, and prosperous paradise.
The other is a cold, desperate, and death-shrouded hell.
At this moment, curled up in Lin Feng's arms was a kitten that was completely black and had not a single stray hair.
This is the Phantom.
It is slightly larger than an adult domestic cat, but its fur is as smooth and glossy as the finest velvet. Its pair of emerald green eyes, in the dim light, are like two translucent emeralds, shimmering with a lively light.
The Phantom was now making a satisfied, subtle "gurgling" sound.
Its little head rested on Lin Feng's strong forearm, its furry body pressed tightly against Lin Feng, enjoying the reassuring scent and warmth emanating from its master.
He would occasionally look up through the thick, transparent window made of special materials, at the terrifying white snow curtain that seemed to connect heaven and earth.
He could hear the dull thuds of the wind crashing against the walls and the wooden house, like the roar of an ancient beast.
But he felt no fear whatsoever; instead, he felt a strange excitement.
"Come on, go even harder!"
He even whispered to himself, "Let this snowstorm thoroughly cleanse away all the filth that should not exist here."
The "filth" he referred to naturally included the women who annoyed him.
He wished the blizzard would bury them forever, saving him the trouble of dealing with them later.
At this moment, he was like a high and mighty god, coldly watching all the suffering in the mortal world.
And they themselves enjoy eternal peace and bliss.
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