Chapter 322 Encountering a Wolf Pack (3)
Before Lin Qingyuan could curse back, the door of the wooden house behind them opened and Song Dekui came out with a torch, cursing: "What a bullshit in the dark! Don't pay attention to him, old man!"
As he spoke, he shook the lighter in his hand and flicked it on the oil-soaked torch. Flames rose up and immediately illuminated the open space in front of the wooden house.
There was originally a dead-wind lantern hanging in the corner of the wooden house, but the light coming through was blocked by cotton paper, so one could only vaguely see the surrounding outlines.
With Song Dekui's torch, everyone's field of vision was immediately illuminated.
"ah!"
"What's going on?"
Everyone couldn't help but exclaim and began to step back involuntarily.
There were no less than fifty wolves around them, some sitting, some standing, some hunched over with their teeth bared, some staring coldly, their target all being this group of people.
On the grassland, there are only about ten wolf members in a pack, and even fifteen are rare, but why are there so many today?
Balin and the others were already feeling a chill down their spines. There were only twelve of them, and they had to face nearly dozens of wolves... Could they survive tonight?
Song Dekui's torch and the voices of the crowd caused the wolves to become agitated, and the wolves that had just been forced back by the fire began to move forward.
Balin yelled, "Shut up, don't scream."
People's panic and fear will give wolves an opportunity to take advantage.
After being scolded by Balin, everyone's voices were suddenly stuck in their throats.
The strong wind made the flame of the torch held by Song Dekui distort, making the ugly faces of the gray wolves look even more hideous and terrifying.
But Bahrain's reminder was too late.
The wolves' fangs attacked the crowd, and those who had just caught their breath waved their scimitars and fought with the wolves.
There were screams and cries, and the dull sound of the blade cutting into bone.
Song Dekui, who was in the wooden house, already knew that there was a fight with wolves outside, and he was mentally prepared.
But now everything is right under his nose.
The screams were right next to my ears.
He gripped the torch tightly in his hand, his eyes were wide open, his legs were shaking, and his teeth were chattering.
This time, the wolves still did not get what they wanted, and with the torch in Song Dekui's hand, Balin and others could see more clearly.
After felling three more wolves, the pack retreated back into the darkness.
Only then did Balin and others realize that almost everyone outside the cabin was injured. Fortunately, the wounds were minor and their lives were not in danger for the time being.
"Lao Ba, what should we do? These beasts want to kill us."
Lin Qingyuan started shouting without caring whether it would scare the wolf or not.
He is not completely ignorant after all these years on the grassland.
According to previous practice, these wolves should retreat when they find they cannot attack, but today they have already launched two rounds of attacks and are still besieging him.
If it weren't for the wooden house as a support, these wolves would have torn the people to pieces long ago.
What kind of deep hatred could make these wolves fight to the death?
Just for a wild sheep, that's impossible!
If that's the case, the wolf is too stingy.
Lin Qingyuan's face was already pale, and he was shivering against the wall of the wooden house.
There were six guards surrounding him, but he still didn't feel safe at all.
"We may have accidentally entered the wolf's lair. Now we can only drag it out until dawn. We will leave immediately. As long as we leave, everything will be fine." Balin said in a low voice.
At first, he also thought that Lin Qingyuan and others had stolen the prey and attracted the wolves.
At this moment, I also felt that something was wrong. This fight to the death was not just for the prey.
This area is uninhabited and is a world of wild animals. If we enter, we will be offending the wolf pack.
Some people began to chant and pray in a low voice, hoping that the wolves would calm down.
But nothing went as planned. Almost as Balin was speaking, something terrifying was happening to everyone.
A wolf sneaked behind the wooden house and began to gnaw at the wall.
"Protect the board house!"
Lin Qingyuan said to his guards.
The horse has already run away, and if we lose the shelter from the wind, there will be no way to survive.
"Sir!" Guard Lao Qian said anxiously, "There are too many wolves, we can't separate them.
Song Dekui finally couldn't help it. He screamed, "So many wolves! So many wolves! Oh my God! Xiaoyun, come out and help me!"
Beside him, Lin Qingyuan cursed angrily: "Shut up, you plague craftsman, you are afraid of holding a torch, you do nothing, and now you think we are not a burden enough, you want a woman to come out."
In everyone's opinion, it was good enough that Song Liyun could take good care of Zhemao who had just been injured in the house.
Now that they are surrounded by wolves, the men are busy taking care of themselves. If there is a woman screaming in fear nearby, it will only add to the trouble.
But just as he finished his words, the door of the wooden house opened and Song Liyun strode out, followed by Zhemao carrying a bunch of torches.
"Zhemao, how is your injury?"
"Zhemao, why did you come out?"
When his tribesmen saw the energetic Zhemao, they were both surprised and delighted.
Just now, Zhemao was sent into the house covered in blood. Everyone saw his injuries. Even if he was not dead now, there was no reason for him to get up and walk around.
Balin was standing at the door. He immediately saw Zhemao's tightly bandaged arm beneath his tattered sleeve and asked in surprise, "Zhemao, you... can you use that arm now?"
Zhemao moved his arms. He didn't know what Miss Song had applied to them, but his arms only felt numb and cool, without any pain. "Miss Song said that as long as I don't use too much force, I can move them."
His voice was as loud as a bell, and his face was full of boasting and excitement.
Recalling when he had just woken up, in the astonishingly bright light, he saw that the huge cut on his arm had been wrapped with a snow-white cloth, and no blood was seeping out.
There was only a slight pain in his arm. After drinking a few more sips of the water given by Miss Song, his head, which had been dizzy due to blood loss, became alert.
If it weren't for the shouts of his companions and the howls of wolves outside reminding him that he encountered wolves in an uninhabited area and was attacked by wolves, Zhemao would have thought he was dreaming.
When he saw the leader Balin again at this time, Zhemao wanted to shout and tell him: Miss Song is a goddess.
But now there were so many people around, he moved his mouth a few times but held it back, and only took off the torch on his back: "Headman Balin, these torches were given by Goddess Song. Let's distribute them to everyone and light them for protection."
This torch was created out of thin air by the goddess.
Balin didn't hear what he said clearly. He reached out and took a torch, and his face changed immediately.
These lighting devices are not simple sticks or bundles of straw, but high-quality windproof torches carefully made from pine branches and butter, which can burn for a long time.
This kind of torch is hard to come by, and it can be said that each one can save lives.
With such a torch, the wolves would not dare to attack, and we would have a better chance of survival.
Balin did not keep any torches for himself. After distributing the torches to the people in his tribe, he gave the rest to Lin Qingyuan and asked them to distribute them quickly, with each person taking one and lighting it.
(End of this chapter)
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