Chapter 59 Broken Arm
Wan Xingmo's loud shout did not deter the wolf from retreating.
The wolf bit Wan Jinshu's arm with its sharp teeth. Wan Jinshu felt pain but endured it without crying out. His wife and children were in the house and he couldn't let them worry.
Wan Jinshu was bitten on the left arm by the wolf, and was dragged to the ground and instantly buried in a snow pit.
At this time, the wolves that were still waiting for an opportunity saw such a good opportunity and swarmed forward like crazy, but were blocked by Wan Xingmo's sword.
Wan Jinshu's face was twisted with pain. He clenched his teeth and held the spear in one hand, unable to use it at all. If he had a dagger at this moment, perhaps it would have helped him out.
The wolf tore Wan Jinshu's arm apart. Wan Jinshu was in extreme pain. He raised his face and screamed. Blood splattered on the white snow, like red plum blossoms blooming on the ground, so dazzling.
Wan Xingmo was besieged by several wolves at this time, and he was injured, but he was still waving the sword in his hand tenaciously, and the wolves did not gain any advantage.
When Wan Xingmo heard his father's screams, his heart trembled. He turned around suddenly and saw that the wolf had torn his father's arm off and was now biting Wan Jinshu's neck with its bloody mouth.
Wan Xingmo was so frightened that his heart and liver were broken. He had no time to deal with the wolves in front of him. He turned around quickly, and at the moment when the wolves bit Wan Jinshu's neck, the sword in his hand flew out of his hand, and a silver light flashed in the air and pierced straight into the wolf's neck. The wolf then fell limply on Wan Jinshu's body.
Before Wan Xingmo could even breathe a sigh of relief, a wolf took advantage of the moment he turned around and pounced on his back. Its sharp claws left several deep cuts on his back.
The cotton wool in the new cotton-padded jacket that Old Lady Wan made for him drifted away in the north wind.
Wan Xingmo staggered and was nearly knocked to the ground by the wolf, but when he looked down he saw Wan Jinshu's black spear. Without hesitation, he tiptoed and threw the spear into the air. He reached out to catch it, turned sharply, and with his keen five senses, he shot the wolf that pounced on him again, piercing it directly through the belly. The warm wolf blood sprayed on Wan Xingmo's face.
He licked it with the tip of his tongue, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he quickly pulled out his spear. At this time, there were still five or six wolves in the snow.
Wan Xingmo held a spear with the tip of the spear touching the ground. He approached the timid wolves step by step, and the tip of the spear left a deep mark on the snow.
The wolves looked at Wan Xingmo who was approaching them step by step with a hint of fear in their eyes, as if they saw a Shura from hell.
At this moment, the snow-white wolf king not far away let out a sharp wolf howl.
The wolves immediately ran away as if they had heard an amnesty.
Wan Xingmo tightly grasped the spear with a fierce cold light in his eyes as he watched the wolves fleeing in a panic. Only when they disappeared under the moonlight did Wan Xingmo stagger. The burning pain from his back made a layer of fine sweat beads appear on his forehead.
He didn't have time to treat his injuries, and immediately turned around and strode towards Wan Jinshu.
"Dad?" Wan Xingmo called softly, but Wan Jinshu kept his eyes closed.
Wan Xingmo touched Wan Jinshu's face, which was a little cold.
The temperature outside is extremely low now. Wan Jinshu has been seriously injured and is lying in the snow. If he delays any further, he will really die.
At this time, the door of the house was opened a crack from the inside. Xiangyang peeked out through the crack. Because of the moonlight outside and the reflection of the snow, he could see the situation outside clearly.
Xiangyang saw that the wolves outside had dispersed and the house was as quiet as before. He then carefully opened the door and walked out cautiously.
In the open space not far from the door, Wan Xingmo was staggering to his feet while holding Wan Jinshu.
"What happened?" Xiangyang hurried over and helped Wan Xingmo lift up Wan Jinshu.
The people in the east wing had been listening to the noise outside, their hearts were hanging in their throats. When they heard Wan Jinshu's shrill scream just now, Zhao was so scared that she collapsed on the kang, her heart beating so fast that it felt like it was about to leave her chest. If it weren't for Old Lady Wan who kept holding her hand to comfort her, she would have really fainted by now.
Hearing the sound of the door opening and the voice of someone outside the door, Zhao immediately got off the kang.
Several other women and their children rushed into the main room.
Wan Xingmo and Xiangyang were seen carrying Wan Jinshu, who was covered in blood. Zhao was almost frightened to faint. Fortunately, Wan Xingchen, who had been standing beside her, was quick to support her from behind.
"Mom, are you okay?"
Wan Xingchen's face was also traced with solemnity at this time, and his heart was beating nervously.
After Zhao calmed down for a moment, she staggered and followed him to the west wing.
Old Mrs. Wan also quickly gave instructions to her daughters-in-law.
"Third wife, go and boil a pot of water. Second wife, go and grind the hemostatic herbs you picked in the forest to stop the general's bleeding. Fourth wife, go and get the ginseng in my bag, cut it into slices and give it to the general to hold in his mouth."
After Old Lady Wan gave some instructions in an orderly manner, the women in the room immediately got busy.
Qiu stood there with her little daughter, somewhat helpless. She also wanted to help, but didn't know what to do. The room was dark without any lights on, and the only thing they had to rely on was the moonlight coming in from the door to prevent anyone from tripping over things.
Qiu looked at the fire pit on the floor of the main hall, which should have been dug by the family for heating. She took her youngest daughter Wan Yiqin and walked to Old Lady Wan. With a shy smile on her face, she said, "Aunt, I want to help, too. Why don't I make a fire in the fire pit? It will make the room brighter and more convenient for everyone to do things, right?"
Old Lady Wan looked at Qiu who came forward. This person's presence has always been weak, but she was able to follow them all the way here, which showed that she was quite capable. She nodded and said, "Okay, thank you for your help."
Qiu was flattered and quickly waved her hands, saying, "No trouble, no trouble, as long as Auntie doesn't mind my clumsiness."
At this moment, Qiu just felt that if she could work together with everyone, she would be able to better integrate into everyone's circle. After all, among the people who survived now, she was only familiar with Zhao, and she was not familiar with the others.
Seeing Qiu go into the west wing to get dry firewood, Old Lady Wan called her two oldest grandsons, Wan Quan and Wan Shuang, and quietly told them, "You two will help that aunt to light the fire. That aunt is from the capital, and she is not used to doing rough work like us country folk. She may not know how to light a fire, but you two boys just need to know it in your heart, and don't say it out loud. Just help your aunt to light the fire, so that the room will be brighter and it will be more convenient for the adults to work."
"I know, grandma. You are afraid that we will laugh at your aunt for not being able to make a fire. Don't worry, we won't. Second aunt taught us not to make fun of others in front of or behind others. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. This aunt is probably not good at making a fire." Wan Shuang smiled and whispered to Grandma Wan.
Old Mrs. Wan nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the second son's wife had taught the children well. Fortunately, these children had been with the second son's wife since they were young, otherwise, if they were left to their mother, they would probably go astray and end up in the East China Sea.
Wan Quan and Wan Shuang quickly ran over to help carry the firewood, and said to Qiu with a smile: "Aunt, we are free too, can we help you make a fire? We both know how to make a fire."
Qiu looked at the two brothers in surprise and immediately realized that this might be a deliberate arrangement by Old Lady Wan. Qiu felt a little touched.
Although she had taken the initiative to ask for a fire, she was still unsure. How could she have done such work before? Old Lady Wan must have seen this, so she asked her two grandsons to help quietly after she left.
Qiu praised gratefully: "You two are really good. I would like to thank you for your help."
The two brothers ran out holding the dry firewood.
At this time, Wan Jinshu was still unconscious on the kang. Zhao saw Wan Jinshu's empty left arm and his face was as pale as the snow field outside.
"Husband, your arm..." Zhao didn't finish her sentence. She couldn't bear it anymore and fainted.
Wan Xingmo held Zhao up, but it pulled the wound on his back. Wan Xingmo couldn't help but frowned.
At this moment, Wan Ersao came in from outside and saw Wan Xingmo's back. She exclaimed, "Mr. Mo, are you hurt?"
Wan Xingchen quickly looked at his eldest brother. Everyone's attention was on Wan Jinshu just now, and no one noticed that blood was gushing out of Wan Xingmo's back at this moment.
"Brother, your back injury is so serious!" Wan Xingchen's tone was filled with deep worry and anxiety.
He immediately took Zhao from Wan Xingmo's hands, pinched Zhao's philtrum hard, and Zhao woke up slowly.
Wan Ersao stepped forward quickly and pressed Wan Xingmo to sit on the kang. Throughout this journey, Wan Ersao had treated Wan Xingmo as her own child.
At this moment, she was also very distressed, and her words were filled with a harsh tone, "Look, kid, you are injured like this, and you are still trying to be strong? Hurry up and sit down. Auntie will help you clean the wound and apply medicine."
In Wan Ersao's eyes, Wan Xingmo is much more important than Wan Jinshu.
On Wan Jinshu's side, Xiangyang and Zhao were busy helping to clean the wound. Zhao could hardly do anything and could only lend a helping hand.
When everyone was busy in the house, there was a rustling sound outside the door, and Wan Xingmo's eyes immediately became alert.
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