Chapter 58: Night Battle with Wolves
After everyone had laid down on the warm kang, Wan Xingmo got up and left the stone house alone.
When he came out of the door, he looked up at the snow on the roof, a look of worry flashed across his face.
He stood quietly for a while, listening to the even breathing and snoring coming from the room, then he flew up and landed on the roof in an instant.
Wan Xingmo seemed to have turned into a feather. His feet did not sink at all, and the whole person stood directly on the thick snow on the roof.
He glanced at the roof and found that the snow on the back of the ridge was relatively thin, while the sunny side was half a foot higher than the back.
Wan Xingmo's eyes were deep, and the sword in his hand moved.
I saw a handsome young man in a green cotton coat, waving a long sword sharply on the roof alone in the snowy night.
Every time the sword swept across the roof, a thick layer of snow would be shaved off, and soon the snow on the entire roof became visibly thinner.
Wan Xingmo didn't stop until the yellow-brown thatch inside was exposed.
At this moment, a bright moon appeared in the sky without anyone noticing.
The originally chaotic vision now appears unusually clear due to the rising of the bright moon.
Just as Wan Xingmo was about to come down from the roof, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a group of dark shadows rushing towards him from the horizon on the snow.
The speed of these things was not hindered by the snow at all. Wherever they passed, they raised a cloud of white snow foam behind them.
Wan Xingmo's eyes were deep. He moved his body and went up and down in the village like a ghost in the dark night. Soon he came to the house where Li Zuo and the others were resting.
"Knock knock--" Wan Xingmo knocked heavily on the door, making a crisp sound.
The people inside who had just fallen asleep did not hear Wan Xingmo knocking on the door at all.
Wan Xingmo started banging on the door again.
“Pah-pah-pah-pah”
"Who?" A vigilant and low voice immediately came from inside.
"Sir, it's me, Wan Xingmo. Open the door quickly. The wolf is coming."
Wan Xingmo spoke briefly and to the point. Soon, he heard footsteps coming from inside, and soon the door was opened from the inside.
Li Zuo looked at Wan Xingmo with horror.
"What did you say? The wolves are coming? Where are they?" Li Zuo had been frightened by the wolves along the way, and his scalp went numb when he heard the word "wolf".
"We are about to enter the village. I am here to inform you that this house is quite sturdy. Please quickly bring more firewood to the upper room and light a fire inside. Then close the doors and windows tightly. I will go over there to protect them."
After Wan Xingmo reported the news to Li Zuo, he turned around and left without staying any longer.
Li Zuo wanted to follow Wan Xingmo to the house at the entrance of the village, but when he saw Wan Xingmo's quickly disappearing back, he gave up immediately. He couldn't keep up even if he was exhausted.
Li Zuo immediately turned around and walked into the house.
"Everyone, get up quickly. The wolf is coming. Get up quickly and seal the doors and windows."
The sound of Wan Xingmo knocking on the door just now had already woken everyone up. When they heard Li Zuo say there was a wolf, everyone woke up instantly.
Several men in the Wan family immediately went back to protect their wives and children.
Stopped by Li Zuo.
"No, if you go out at this time, are there any wolves that can run faster than you? Or are you going out to be a midnight snack for the wolves?"
The second Wan Lao was stunned for a moment. The eldest Wan Lao stepped forward and said, "Second brother, let's just listen to the arrangements made by the official. Besides, isn't Master Mo still over there? Don't worry too much. We would just be a hindrance if we go there. The wolves in the northwest are much more powerful than the ones we encountered in the interior."
Wan Laoer lowered his head and said nothing, but he was very worried. There were only Wan Xingmo and Xiangyang, and an injured Wan Jinshu.
Guessing that these two people couldn't help much, Wan Laoer, with a heavy heart, started to seal the doors and windows with everyone else.
As soon as Wan Xingmo arrived at the house at the entrance of the village, he saw a pack of wolves approaching.
At first glance, there were more than twenty wolves. These wolves were indeed different from the wolves inside the pass. Their fur seemed to be more shiny and thick.
Although there are big differences in body size and fur, the most important thing is wildness. Wan Xingmo can already feel the determination of these wolves to win.
Wan Xingmo picked up the sword and stood at the door of the house. Fortunately, the doors and windows of the house were closed well, otherwise there might be trouble in a while. These wolves were very cunning and would take advantage of any gaps to get in.
The wolves saw Wan Xingmo standing alone in the yard with a sword in his hand, and they became restless, but they did not attack immediately, as if they were waiting for a signal.
At this moment, a loud wolf howl suddenly came from the back of the wolf pack, "Awoo—"
Wan Xingmo looked up. The white snow looked even brighter under the bright moonlight, and his vision became wider.
He saw a snow-white wolf standing with its head held high behind the wolf pack, howling at the moon.
At this moment, the people in the house were suddenly awakened by the howling of wolves, and soon the panic sounds of people inside were heard.
"Mom, did you hear the wolf howling?" Wan Ersao sat up in panic, looking out the window with horror in her eyes.
The window was very small and made of wooden sticks in a lattice pattern, so only a faint light could penetrate through it.
"I heard you. Hurry and keep an eye on the children and secure the doors and windows."
Old Mrs. Wan sat on the kang and told her daughters-in-law to check quickly to see if there was anything missing.
At this time, Wan Jinshu's voice came from the west wing.
"Auntie, are you all right over there?"
Old Lady Wan quickly responded, "It's nothing, we just heard the howling of wolves, and we guessed there were wolves nearby, so the children woke up in fright."
"It's okay, Ling Yun has already gone out, you just stay in the house and don't be afraid, there are officers here to protect you."
The group of women and children, who were originally a little frightened, became less panicked after hearing Wan Jinshu's calm voice.
Only Zhao was somewhat worried about Wan Xingmo.
Just then, everyone heard the sound of the door opening and then quickly closing.
Wan Ersao hurriedly groped her way out, and relying on her memory, she groped to the door, and found that the door was not locked, so she quickly locked it.
Wan Jinshu came out of the house holding the black gold spear, slowly walked to Wan Xingmo's side, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Wan Xingmo.
Wan Xingmo glanced at Wan Jinshu from the side, frowned slightly, and then quickly relaxed, as if everything was unexpected yet reasonable.
"Lingyun, we are going to fight together again, are you ready?"
Wan Xingmo did not respond. Wan Jinshu was a little embarrassed and touched his nose. He knew that his son had not let go of his prejudice against him, but he wanted to prove himself over time to make up for his debt to them.
"Be careful!" Wan Xingmo exclaimed, and the sword moved with him. He flew out, and a silver light flashed in his hand, and he stabbed straight at the hungry wolf that was swooping down at him.
However, the wolf stepped on Wan Xingmo's sword and bounced over Wan Jinshu's head, landing on the other side of the two men. Before the father and son could attack again, another wolf followed closely behind, pressing forward step by step, kicking its hind legs on the snow, trying to jump up, but the snow was soft and it could not jump up.
Wan Xingmo took the opportunity to fly into the air, and stabbed the unlucky and stupid wolf from top to bottom with his sword. The sword pierced through the back of the neck, and the wolf died instantly.
At the same time, the black gold spear in Wan Jinshu's hand was also dancing vigorously. The wolf that was waiting for an opportunity to attack from the side was pierced in the belly by Wan Jinshu's black gold spear. Wan Jinshu held it high in the air like a trophy, and blood gushed out from the spear tip and flowed down the spear shaft.
Wan Jinshu held the wolf, which weighed 70 to 80 kilograms, for several breaths, as if to demonstrate to the wolf pack or to provoke it, until Wan Xingmo said calmly, "Do you think this is a human head? Is it fun to hold it? Wouldn't it be better to save some energy and kill a few more wolves? It's really unnecessary."
Wan Jinshu, who was criticized by his own son, blushed a little. He just hadn't killed so many people for a long time. At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of heroism. This sense of heroism was as refreshing as the time when he rode a horse wildly on the battlefield holding the head of an enemy general and chasing the enemy troops to flee in all directions.
Wan Jinshu threw the already stiff wolf to the ground and thrust his golden spear into the snow. The murderous aura and hostility from his body made the nearby wolves retreat slightly.
At this moment, the wolf in the distance let out another loud "Howl".
This time it was no longer a test, but a group attack. The wolves' goal was clear: to end the battle quickly and decisively.
More than a dozen wolves rushed forward at the same time and launched the first wave of attack.
Wan Xingmo stood sideways, holding a long sword. His eyes were as cold as ice, and all the organs in his body were mobilized, carefully paying attention to attacks from every direction.
He unconsciously clenched the sword in his hand, ready to fight to the death.
A cold wind blew towards them, carrying blood foam with a strong stench. Wan Xingmo's eyes moved, and he flew into the air like a bat in the dark night, and stepped accurately on the head of the first wolf that pounced on him. The sharp sword in his hand chopped down the head mercilessly. With a howl, the wolf's body fell straight into the snow like a weight, making a deep pit on the ground.
Wan Jinshu held a spear in his hand, and because his wounds had not yet healed, his movements were a little clumsy, and he was far less agile than Wan Xingmo, who was already blood-thirsty behind him.
But he had a spirit of not giving up in his heart, and he wielded the spear in his hand with great force. For a moment, the wolves were unable to get close to him.
Wan Jinshu was thinking in his heart: You little rascal, today I will let you see again how powerful your father is. Even though I am injured, I am still as powerful as ever.
Just when Wan Jinshu was distracted, a sturdy snow wolf stepped on its companion, jumped high, and came towards Wan Jinshu head-on.
There was a wolf piercing the spear in Wan Jinshu's hand, and he couldn't turn the spear to fight immediately. He saw a flash before his eyes, and the wolf's bloody mouth had already bitten his left arm.
"Dad! Get out of here, you beast." Wan Xingmo shouted furiously, and rushed towards Wan Jinshu like an arrow.
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