Just then, the Night's Watchman sucked the marrow out of the lamb leg in his hand and casually tossed it aside.
The greasy, black bone club landed heavily in front of the wolf with a "thud." The old wolf, who was concentrating on its hunt, was startled by the object coming at it and dodged to the side, kicking up a loud clattering sound as it kicked the ground.
The old wolf, which had been lurking on the other side, pounced on the man without hesitation...
The Di people on guard had lived on the grassland for decades and were very experienced. When they heard a strange noise behind them, they didn't turn around. Instead, they rolled on the ground, drew their curved swords, and slashed backward.
The wolf was struck by the back of the knife and only managed to bite the hilt.
The Di people also saw the wolves at this moment, and were so frightened that they slashed wildly, shouting and yelling as they fought off the two wolves' attacks.
Inside the house, Bahrain immediately noticed something was wrong outside. Hearing the cries for help, he jumped up, opened the door, and rushed out.
Lin Qingyuan and the others also understood the Di language. When they heard cries for help from outside, saying there were wolves, their expressions changed drastically. They threw down their kebabs, grabbed their weapons, and rushed out.
Balin rushed to Zhemao's side and swung his scimitar at the wolf that was pouncing on him.
One old wolf was struck squarely and rolled to the side without even howling, while the other howled and ran away.
Lin Qingyuan's guards ran over and dragged Zhe Mao up from the ground. They saw that his leather robes were torn in both arms and covered in blood. He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.
"Chief of Balin, your man is injured. Stop the bleeding quickly, or it will be too late."
When Lin Qingyuan saw the way the night watchman had been mauled by wolves, his brows furrowed and his heart sank.
Such an injury would have been treatable and saveable in the city, but now... it's difficult!
Bahrain didn't come over to help Zhemao's injuries. He had seen how ferocious wolves were before. Being attacked by two wolves, surviving was just a matter of prolonging the time.
There was something more important to do now. With red eyes and suppressing his anxiety, Balin shouted to his people, "Get Zhemao inside! Everyone else, release the horses!"
The wolves are cunning; they attack people as well as horses.
Horses are generally not afraid of wolves, but if they are tied up and unable to escape, they will definitely get injured.
Without horses to travel on the vast grasslands, death is not far off!
Before Bahrain could finish speaking, the neighing of horses could be heard from the stable.
There are wolves attacking the horse.
Everyone's expression changed, but before they could turn around to untie the reins, a dozen horses galloped out of the stable a few meters away.
Old Salt trailed behind the herd of horses, his hooves pounding wildly as he leaped and bounded. With agile movements, he nimbly kicked over a wolf that was about to attack from behind, and then rode off with the herd.
Inside the temporary housing, Song Liyun and Song Dekui placed the injured Zhe Mao on the carpet and began to examine his wounds.
Zhemao's sleeves had been torn open, revealing two deep, knife-like teeth marks that exposed bone. Blood was gushing out, quickly soaking the woolen felt beneath him.
He was bitten on the arm by a wolf while protecting his head and face, but fortunately he had a knife with him, which protected his throat and prevented him from dying immediately.
Song Dekui clutched Zhe Mao's bleeding wound, sweating profusely: "What do we do about Xiao Yun? This bleeding is deadly!"
Song Liyun said calmly with a straight face, "Don't worry, there's hope. I need to prepare some things first."
Zhe Mao's injuries looked serious, but they were actually just two wounds. The rest of his body was protected by the thick fur robe he was wearing, so there were no other injuries.
Song Liyun reached into the small leather bag at her waist, wanting to take out some disinfectant and sewing needles and thread from the storage space.
Such a large wound, especially one inflicted by a carnivorous wolf, carries countless germs and requires thorough disinfection.
Zhe Mao couldn't understand Wu Chao's language, and he was in great pain. He knew that his injuries were serious and that he needed to stop the bleeding first.
So, enduring the pain, he mustered his strength and went to grab the burning charcoal.
In the tribe, charcoal ash is used to stop bleeding from injuries. For the most serious injuries, burning the wound with charcoal is also a method.
Seeing that he was so badly injured yet still managed to grab some charcoal, Song Liyun couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement: What a valiant grassland warrior!
With me here, there's no need to use charcoal to stop the bleeding. I just whispered, "Uncle Kui, quickly pull him back! You can't use charcoal ash to stop the bleeding!"
Upon hearing this, Song Dekui grabbed Zhemao: "Don't worry, Xiaoyun will save you!"
After saying that, he realized that Zhemao didn't understand, so he quickly said in the Di language he had just learned, "No! Don't move!"
Zhemao paused, turned around and was about to speak when he felt a cool breeze rush towards him. His vision went black, and he instantly fell asleep.
"Uncle Kui, can you light this lamp for me?"
Before Song Dekui could recover from his astonishment, a strangely shaped object was shoved into his hand, one end of which was a bright beam of light.
"What...what is this?" Song Dekui stammered.
"Solar lamp!" Song Liyun adjusted her position so that the beam of light covered Zhe Mao's arm.
First, rinse away the blood with clean water, then disinfect with disinfectant, and finally suture.
Song Dekui felt like he had frozen into a wooden statue, watching helplessly as Xiaoyun, like a village woman sewing shoe soles, pinched the wound and stitched up the flesh with large, heavy stitches.
Strangely enough, as the wound shrank, the blood that flowed like a spring gradually stopped.
Song Liyun tied the end of the thread into a bow and took out gauze to start bandaging.
At this moment, chaos had broken out outside, as the wolf pack roared and surrounded them.
Bahrain and his men shouted and brandished their scimitars in an attempt to scare the wolf pack away.
But these wolves seemed to be bewitched; as their long howls echoed in all directions, more wolves gathered around.
Urged on by short, sharp howls, several wolves pounced on the crowd.
Immediately, shouts, curses, and the pitiful cries of wounded wolves filled the air.
Faced with the wolf pack's attack, the Di people of Balin and others dared not disperse and could only guard the area a few feet in front of their prefab houses.
Lin Qingyuan was also tightly protected by his guards, with his back against the prefab house, using his knife to deal with the gray wolves that pounced on him.
Despite their large numbers, armed with knives, and protected by their backs, Balin and his men, though initially panicked, managed to respond in an orderly manner to the wolf pack's attack.
When the five wolves lay dead on the ground, the wolf pack finally retreated and disappeared into the darkness.
But the number of those pairs of emerald green lights floating in mid-air kept increasing.
Bahrain yelled at Lin Qingyuan, "You lazy and cowardly bastard, why did you try to steal the wolf pack's prey?"
His heart was filled with rage. Zhemao was a rare warrior in the tribe, and he never expected that he would die here today.
It was these people from the Wu Dynasty who brought about this disaster.
When wolves turn back, it's either to repay a debt of gratitude or to seek revenge. Moreover, there are more and more wolves here, which must mean that all the wolf packs from the no-man's-land have gathered here.
Lin Qingyuan also guessed that the wild goats he had hunted were the cause of the trouble.
Surrounded by wolves, he was already in a state of utter confusion. When Balin rebuked him, he couldn't help but retort, "Don't you Di people pride yourselves on being the eagles of the grasslands? Now, you're the one who's truly majestic..."
The Wu Chao people of Bahrain don't speak the language fluently; they just mumble a string of gibberish.
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