Chapter 2 Out of the Plug (6 Up)

The male wolf who took the lead fell in response, red wolf blood and white brains splashed all over the ground. The dozens of wild wolves that followed it quickly turned around and fled into the distance with their tails between their legs. It wasn't until he heard the wolf king's low howl again that he carefully twisted his head back, looked at the place where Zhang Songling was hiding, and responded with an angry howl.

"Whoa—whoa—whoa—" The terrible wolf howls resounded one after another, resounding through the mountains. Countless wild birds that had just rested on the cliff were frightened, and they flew up with a puff, blocking the last trace of starlight above Zhang Songling's head. In the inky night, the wick of the horse lantern seemed so faint, as if it would be swallowed up at any moment, and there was no hope of holding on.

Taking advantage of the howling and demonstration of the wolves, Zhang Songling tore open the package around the mule, grabbed a few handfuls of the miscellaneous goods inside, regardless of whether they were expensive or low, and piled them into a small pile together with the weeds on the ground, and then turned the lantern and turned the lamp oil and wick inside upside down on the grocery pile.

"Teng!" The flames and black smoke jumped several inches, forcing the darkness around them to retreat. The wild wolves howling 100 meters away became more and more angry, and they opened their throats and howled loudly, "Whoa-whoa-whoa-" "Whoa-whoa-whoa-" "Whoa-whoa-"

"Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!" The wolf king, who was hiding behind the rocks, raised his head and let out a low growl. The continuous wolf howls stopped abruptly, and then the mountains responded, "Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-......whoa-

When all the echoes in the mountains disappeared, the wolves cheered up again, divided into more than a dozen groups more than a hundred meters away, and surrounded Zhang Songling for the second time. This time, they moved much more carefully, and easily refused to jump on the top of the rock, but pressed their bodies against the ground, and approached little by little with the cover of the night's rocks, trying not to give humans a chance to kill the killer.

Zhang Songling slowly pulled the bolt, withdrew the cartridge case, and pushed a new bullet to the position waiting for fire. The surrounding light was too dim, and the wolves were too cunning, and it was difficult for him to find a more suitable target other than the green ghost fire that represented the two eyes. The animal's head is the most difficult place to be caught by the crosshair, and almost all the time, it is rocking up and down, left and right.

Shake, shake, dodge the unpredictable danger, dodge the light on the fire, and the wolves continued to press forward. They are the princes of the night, and they are the true masters of Wanli Yan Mountain. And humans and other livestock are nothing more than a supper provided by heaven. No matter how powerful the other party is, as long as the firewood is burned out, the surroundings are shrouded in night. They'll pounce on it and tear it to shreds.

A small pile of groceries quickly burned out, and the Bright's sphere of influence slowly dwindled. The darkness and the wolves approached Zhang Songling together, fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters. "Ping!" Zhang Songling pulled the trigger again and killed a male wolf running at the front. Then, without looking at the reaction of the rest of the wolves, he took a second handful of groceries from the package with one free hand and threw them into the already weakened fire.

The flames rose again, and the darkness retreated in great strides again. The wolves were not as flustered as they were when they first heard the gunshots, or rather, they had heard the gunshots many times and had come up with an effective way of dealing with them. I saw that they pressed their bodies lower, moved backwards backwards, moved out of the range of firelight step by step, hid their bodies under the rocks that were only about twenty meters away from Zhang Songling, and then squatted down in an orderly manner, forming a half-circle, waiting for the third time of darkness.

"Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" Zhang Songling fired three more shots, killing three male wolves and forcing the wolves back more than ten meters. But he knew that this was already the limit, and at a distance of forty meters, he could not guarantee that he would be able to hit the target with every shot in such dark conditions. Under the restraint of the wolf king, the wild wolves had no fear of death at hand, and even a few male wolves dragged the corpses of their companions to their hiding places and lowered their heads to eat the flesh near the wounds.

"Boom, boom, boom......" Zhang Songling's voice was gnawed by the wolf's fangs, which stimulated his whole body. He forced himself to be calm, to force himself not to be nervous. Push new bullets into the magazine, raise the muzzle, and search for the head of the wolf king. The experienced old fellow had to be killed as soon as possible, or no number of bullets would save his life when the fire was extinguished. And the groceries that can be used as firewood in the bag are very limited, even if they can barely deal with a small handful like the current one, at most they can hold on for another hour, and they will be completely depressed.

How could the cunning wolf king be easily targeted by him? Although it constantly makes a whining sound, restraining the minions under his command. But he never poked his head out of the rock where he was hiding, and did not give humans any chance to take advantage of it. A few times, Zhang Songling changed the angle, and he could almost see its ears, but the moment he turned the muzzle of the gun, the cunning wolf king quickly shrank his head as if he could predict the danger, so that the crosshair of the 38 guns was empty again.

"Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" After several failed attempts to capture the wolf king, Zhang Songling had no choice but to retreat and shoot the most active adult male wolf in the wolf pack with all his might. In the blink of an eye, six or seven more male wolves died under his gun, but the impact on the entire wolf pack was like a breeze blowing on the surface of a lake, and the trace disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!" Enraged by Zhang Songling's wanton slaughter of his subordinates, the Wolf King raised his head and let out a long and terrible howl again. Zhang Songling quickly turned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger at the wolf king's mouth exposed outside the rock in anger. "Ping!" The bullet flew with two flames, knocking a shiny white fang.

"Woo-" The howl instantly turned into a mournful scream. The tip of the wolf king's mouth was smashed by a bullet, and blood gushed out in large strands along the two kisses. Its eyes quickly turned from a miserable green to a golden red, and it took a half-step back, hiding its body deeper, and then forced its throat to tear open its throat in pain, "Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!" Whoa—whoa—whoa! ”

"Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa- Whoa—whoa—whoa! All the wolves raised their heads and howled at the mountains. The crisp sound of shooting in the middle woke all the beasts in the valley from their slumber, curled up and shivered.

When the landslide and tsunami-like wolf howl finally came to an end, more pairs of green eyes appeared on the hillside under Zhang Songling's feet. Every pair of eyes was filled with the flame of anger, and every pair of eyes was filled with the desire for revenge.

"It's over!" Even though he had fought several times in the Ghost Gate, Zhang Songling also felt a sense of despair in his heart. From the time he first encountered the wolves, he had fired at least thirty bullets. Although it did not kill with a gun, at most two or three of the bullets fell into the air. The green eyes that can be gathered one after another can no longer be counted. Even if he had enough energy to make sure that every bullet was not wasted, he would not be able to kill all of them.

When the last gunshot is over, it is the end of life. It's not very scary, it's just that there are still too many things to do outside the body, and there are still too many regrets hidden in my heart. grabbed a handful of groceries and threw them into the fire, and Zhang Songling pulled out the box cannon from his waist that he had been reluctant to use. There were still seven bullets in there, and if he managed to get to the wolf king's side, he might be able to fight to the end before he was torn to pieces.

The blue and white mule has been completely paralyzed with fright, and it will definitely not escape the wolf's mouth. If the rest of the groceries are not burned, they may be picked up by passing vendors after dawn, which is a small windfall. The thirty pieces of ocean on the body are also something that the wolves can't look down on, so it's better to take them out and put them together with the groceries. In addition, if the armbands and Baoding medals of the Twenty-sixth Road can be taken by the traders after picking up the ocean, they may be able to deduce who is here tonight to fight the wolves according to the words on the armbands and medals, and deduce that there is a man who did not give in to the beasts at the last moment of his life.......

Looking down and checking his trouser legs and shoes, Zhang Songling straightened his clothes, ready to take the initiative to launch a final blow to the wolves. At this moment, suddenly, a low horn sounded on the mountain road, "Woo, woo, woo, woo........"

In the desperate middle of the night, the sound of this trumpet sounded by the mouth of a human being was so thrilling. actually made Zhang Songling, a person who was ready to face death, his heart beat wildly. Immediately after, the second, third, and fourth sounds, countless horns pierced the long dark night, accompanied by the response of the mountains, sending light and hope back to the world.

Torches, dozens of torches lit up at the bends in the mountain road, from far and near. Then there was the sound of gunshots like popping beans, "Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong....." Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong .....", bullets jumped on the wolves, flesh and blood flew sideways, and the wails continued. The wolves, who had been arrogant half a minute ago, were quickly defeated, and fled in all directions with their tails between their legs.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong....." Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong ....." The people who came did not give up, chased the wolves and continued to shoot. Judging from the sound, there is Zhang Songling's favorite box gun, there are 38 guns with a long range and accurate trajectory, and there are also convenient firing shots, which can be called the best medium form within 150 meters. Even Zhang Songling's favorite old sleeve has it, firing dullly, constantly spitting angry bullets at the wolves.

The wolf king, protected by several she-wolves, fled in a hurry. Before parting, Wu never forgot to turn around and glared at Zhang Songling viciously, as if he wanted to remember his appearance so that he could retaliate in the future. And Zhang Songling's hurried bullet only set off a string of terrible sparks on the rocks beside it. The nerves were too tense and too long, and even the sharpshooter with the bullets piled up couldn't maintain his usual level at the moment.

Realizing that he was completely out of danger, Zhang Songling simply stopped chasing and killing the wolves. Put away the box cannon and the 38 guns, and wait for the reinforcements to arrive. About a quarter of an hour later, a group of men dressed as vendors with weapons of various colors appeared in his field of vision. The one who took the lead was about forty years old, and found that there was only one Zhang Songling next to the fire, so he raised the two box cannons in his hand in surprise, and then walked forward with a smile to say hello, "Heh! Enough seeds! I thought it was another caravan that encountered wolves, but I didn't expect it to be just your brother! ”

"Thank you uncles for your help!" Zhang Songling smiled and hurriedly bowed to the other party. When I looked down, the sweat stains on my back were clearly visible. When he dealt with the wolves just now, the clothes behind his back were almost soaked with sweat. I didn't notice it because I was nervous before, but now I was blown by the night breeze, and I felt the cold through my bones.

"Uncle?!" The middle-aged man was stunned, and with the help of the light of the torch behind him, he re-examined Zhang Songling's face. After confirming that the other party should really call himself an uncle, he smiled, inserted a pair of box cannons in his hand back into his waist, and returned the salute with a fist, "Little brother is too polite." These wolves have blocked all the mountain roads, and we'll have to shoot tonight, even if we don't want to save you! My name is Wu Yunqi, they are all my men, little brother, what is your surname? ”

"My name is Zhang Songling!" Knowing that the other party was not a normal businessman, Zhang Songling still reported his real name.

"Matsuling Heshou, good name!" Wu Yunqi said the meaning of Zhang Songling's name. "You're out of the plug for the first time, aren't you? Otherwise, I wouldn't just remember to rush desperately, and I wouldn't even live in the shack under the mountain! ”

"Well, it's the first time!" Zhang Songling nodded, his face a little feverish. Before he began to climb the mountain at his feet, he had seen several dilapidated shacks on both sides of the road, and he knew that those shacks had been specially prepared by the shack merchants for his peers. Whoever is there can go in and rest for free. You can even regain your strength while finding someone to stay with among the traders who live in the shack. But in order to return from the outside of the plug as soon as possible, he automatically ignored the existence of those shacks. As a result, he was surrounded by wolves tonight, and almost never had a chance to walk down the mountain alive.

"Don't be so impatient in the future. Making money is important, but you have to spend it! Wu Yunqi shook his head and counted with a smile like an old-timer. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bullet casings on the ground, stunned, and quickly turned back behind him.

The "guys" under his command had dragged the dead wolf together and began to skin it by the light of the torches. The tall wolf corpses were piled up in three large piles, obviously not exactly what they had just done.

"Give him his share that little brother deserves!" Wu Yunqi's face quickly regained his calm, and he shouted orders at his guy.

"Got it!" The guys who were skinning the wolf agreed and began to divide the accounts for Zhang Songling.

"Thank you, uncle!" Zhang Songling hurriedly refused, "I don't want it, I'm alone, and the livestock is paralyzed." I can't even take my own goods, so I told Sensei to take the wolf skin again! ”

"It's okay, I'll take you down the mountain. The first town on the road ahead was thrown to the local merchants! Wu Yunqi waved his hand very magnificently and rejected Zhang Songling's kindness.

Although the quality of the wolf skins in summer is poor, they cannot be sold at a good price. But the number of can't stand is enough, and if you make a one-time shot, you can exchange at least a dozen oceans. In line with the principle of no bullying by Tong Suo, the guys under Wu Yunqi completed the distribution of prey. If you don't look at it carefully, it's enough, and when you look at it carefully, they are immediately full of surprise. In the wolf corpse under his feet, two-thirds of them were killed by Zhang Songling alone, and almost between the eyes of the gun, few of them hit other vital points on the wolf's body.

Sharpshooter?! Several guys closest to Zhang Songling instinctively stepped forward and protected Wu Yunqi's sides. Rao had already prepared in advance, and Wu Yunqi himself was taken aback by the results of the count. looked at Zhang Songling and asked in a low voice: "Have you ever been a soldier, or have you been a gunner?" (Note 1)

"I was a soldier, and the troops were scattered at Niangzi Pass! So I had to change my career to do small business and eat with my mouth! Zhang Songling picked up the armbands and medals he had dropped earlier from the ground, lit them up to Wu Yunqi, and then slowly put them into his personal pocket. The guys around Wu Yunqi became more and more vigilant, stretched out their hands, and quietly touched the box cannon on their waists.

Before the guys could make any further moves, Wu Yunqi smiled and waved his hand, "A few of you hurry up and pack up the wolf skin for me, don't stand here stunned!" While it's cool at night, we can still walk dozens of miles! ”

"yes, got it!" The guys did not dare to disobey his orders and promised to turn back. But each other's movements are staggered by half a beat, and no matter what time it is, someone can see Zhang Songling's every move.

"Those of us who do business are afraid of meeting the boss who is a soldier!" Wu Yunqi smiled again and explained to Zhang Songling.

This explanation is very weak, but Zhang Songling is not qualified to care. After all, his life was saved by the other party, and he can't and shouldn't be entangled in the true identity of the life-saving benefactor.

"Where is the little brother going to make a fortune?" Seeing that Zhang Songling was silent, Wu Yunqi smiled and took a few steps closer, bent down, and took the initiative to help him support the blue and white mule that was paralyzed on the ground. Speaking of wild monsters, the blue and white mules that were still lying on the ground and refused to get up were only lightly patted on the neck by Wu Yunqi a few times, and most of their mental and physical strength recovered. Struggling to stand up, he put his head on Wu Yunqi's shoulder, constantly rubbing against him.

"I'm going to Blackstone Village. I heard that dry goods are cheap over there. I brought some cloth and women's head flowers, hoping to get a good price! Zhang Songling looked strange, thought about it, and replied in a low voice.

"The altitude of Heishizhai is high, and the quality of mushrooms over there is indeed the best in the grassland!" Wu Yunqi seems to be very knowledgeable, and he reported the main specialty of Heishi Village by the way. "The cloth and head flowers you bring are also on the road, they are women's favorite types, and they are easier to shoot! But if you're in the Black Rock Village alone, you probably won't make much money. If you have the chance, you might as well visit the herder's home. The goods in their hands are of better quality and cheaper than those in the hands of local merchants! ”

"Oh, thank you for your advice!" Zhang Songling was skeptical and said with a smile. "Uncle, where are you going to lead the team?"

"You say me!" Wu Yunqi smiled, revealing a mouthful of very neat teeth, "Doronor, have you heard of it?" An old friend over there ordered some tea bricks and ironware, which were a bit large, so I had to personally lead the team to send them to him! ”

Obviously, this is another lie. Zhang Songling has been following his father and brother's buttocks since he was a child, and he is very familiar with the taste of various groceries. At this moment, the carriages parked on the mountain road did not exude the smell of tea, but the smell of engine oil, and anyone who had been a soldier knew what it was exuding.