Human life is at stake.
They hurriedly set to work, gathering firewood and building a fire.
Soon, a campfire was lit in the snow, and the flickering flames brought a faint warmth.
For people with arm or leg injuries, using snow to temporarily freeze the wounds, although painful, at least temporarily stops the bleeding and increases the chances of survival.
Li Junyi, however, was wounded in a vital spot on his neck, his life hanging by a thread.
The fire was burning very brightly.
Zhang Cheng stared at the fire and said in a deep voice, "Pull out some of the ash and embers."
"Oh! Oh!" A villager nearby quickly used a branch to pull out a small pile of scorching ashes and charcoal from the fire.
Zhang Cheng no longer hesitated.
He reached out and grabbed a handful of scalding hot charcoal!
The scorching heat made his palms sizzle, but he remained unfazed.
He pressed the scorching hot charcoal hard against the two deepest cavities on the back of Li Junyi's neck!
"Sizzle—"
A mixture of burnt and bloody smells filled the air.
Li Junyi in her arms twitched suddenly, letting out a very faint groan, and then fell completely still.
Hopefully, this high temperature will forcefully burn the blood vessels and achieve the purpose of stopping the bleeding.
Zhang Cheng actually had no confidence at all.
He handed the treated Li Junyi to a young man named Li Licheng next to him and asked him to take good care of him.
After doing all this, Zhang Cheng exhaled a long breath of stale air mixed with white mist.
He vigorously wiped his hands, which were covered in blood and ashes, with clean snow.
His cold gaze slowly swept over the crowd that had gathered around him.
A cold snort, laced with undisguised sarcasm.
"You guys are really something."
"I won't even mention the infighting among our own people over some trivial matters."
"The wolves crept right up to you, and you didn't even notice?"
"How do the older generation in the village usually teach you how to hunt in the mountains?"
"You send out sentries who don't even know the most basic things?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it lashed at the faces of every survivor like a whip.
If it were the old "Er Gouzi" who dared to speak in this tone, he would probably have been spat on and cursed back long ago.
But now.
Facing Zhang Cheng, who had just shot the wolf king and saved them all, and his cold, sharp eyes.
Everyone lowered their heads in shame, not daring to breathe, let alone refute.
Zhang Cheng shook his head slightly.
It's a waste of breath to talk nonsense with these idiots.
He has done all he could.
As for whether they live or die, it all depends on their own luck and the will of God.
His gaze passed over the crowd and landed on the snow-covered ground not far away.
There lay the corpses of four snow wolves.
There were also three badly wounded snow wolves, howling softly in the snow, struggling in vain.
Under the awe, fear, and doubt of everyone, Zhang Cheng strode forward and walked straight to the roe deer that had been killed.
He bent down and easily hoisted the carcass of the roe deer, which weighed at least seventy or eighty pounds, onto his back.
Then he turned around and looked at the group of terrified villagers, his tone calm, as if stating a given fact.
"Consider this roe deer my reward for saving you."
"You guys don't have any objections, right?"
The question was phrased as a question, but the tone left no room for negotiation.
After he finished speaking, he didn't even wait for anyone to answer.
Carrying the heavy roe deer carcass, he turned around and strode towards the headless wolf king's corpse.
On the snow, he left a trail of deep footprints, and a group of survivors looking at each other, each with their own thoughts.
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