"Pot head, why don't we burn the forest?" The bald head opened his eyes to see that the people in the team were panicking, and he couldn't help but propose to Uncle Gesang worriedly.

"If we delay any longer, the souls of the brethren will be forced away!" Seeing that Uncle Gesang was just frowning, but still pursed his lips and was silent, he couldn't help but add another sentence in an accentuated tone.

To be honest, at this moment, I still agree with the idea of bald head Zhang after all. After all, if the wolves are not forced out, those horses and bandits will not be far from complete madness.

However, in fact, if you think about it carefully, it is easy to think of the reason why Uncle Gesang did not set fire to the forest for a long time: at this time, in this valley, it was a whirlwind. If you rashly set fire, the wind that has been swirling may turn its head against you at any time. So, what should you do if you can't run fast or hide from a mule or a horse full of goods?

The two evils are the same, and it is better to swallow the attack plan of the wolves than to use fire recklessly and end up empty-handed.

"Here we are." Uncle Gesang didn't stop immediately, but as if he smelled the strong murderous aura mixed with blood from the air, he stopped at the same time, and suddenly pulled out the saber on his waist and grasped it firmly in his hand.

Seeing his decisive move, the horses immediately scrambled to stabilize their horses as if they were facing a great enemy, grabbed their sabers and stood in place, their eyes mixed with horror and resentment, but without exception they stared straight outside the circle.

However, everyone nervously breathed out more than ten times, but the wolves still held their ground in secret.

Could it be that Uncle Gesang, who has always been like a god, made a mistake? Needless to say, under such high pressure, it is normal for people who have tensed their nerves to desert and doubt their own people's decisions.

In order to verify the situation and prepare for the impending crisis, I also endured my fatigue and struggled to maximize the sensitivity of the psionic pupil.

On the previous mile, my mind and eyes were running at full capacity almost all the time, and I was forced to take a break before. But now, in this heavy atmosphere where even fools can feel the inappropriateness, where do I dare to relax? As soon as the skill cooldown was restored, I immediately launched a tight network to monitor the gas engine.

The moment I caught the breath of the wolves, I was also a little skeptical of my own judgment, because the wild wolves wandering around the caravan were still so lazy, which was in stark contrast to the murderous aura that I saw in my heart.

What's going on here?

After the previous series of weirdness in my head was integrated, I suddenly realized that at the same time, I couldn't help but secretly scream: this wolf is simply a genius, if it is placed among people, at least it is also a hero-its wave of operations, it is like a martial arts master who uses his internal strength to the extreme, and easily changes the rhythm of the raid a little, and has dragged out a flaw in the strict formation of the horses' feet.

Why? The nerves of the horses and feet were already tense all the way, and at this time, they were forcibly tightened under the order of Uncle Gesang, the head of the pot, and the state of everyone's already turned heads was already at the end of the crossbow. And the wolves were under the oppressive atmosphere of the mountain rain and the wind was full of buildings, and they endured it and dragged it out again.

This forbearance is terrible, and it happened to let everyone hold up the sharpness of the head! And just like a martial artist's moves, once the offensive is sharp, it will inevitably reveal a period of slackness.

The opportunity that the wolves have been waiting for has always been at this time!

Thinking of this, I let out a "Oops! Before he could say anything, a gray-haired male wolf in the grass had quietly attacked.

I just heard a burst of "Whoa!" The wolf, whose body was larger than a big dog, had jumped up from the ground, stretched out his head and opened his mouth, and had reached the feet of a strong horse like a buffalo, and his fangs instantly pierced into his strong neck, and the bright red blood column suddenly rose to the old high.

"Big Cow."

It happened just too fast. By the time everyone reacted, the wolf had already flung his neck and torn the carotid artery of the horse's foot called Da Niu.

Immediately, the big wolf, who stood up and was more than a person tall, arrogantly stepped on his weakly collapsed body and fell to the ground, and from the mouth of the wolf, which was dyed scarlet with blood, let out a low roar of "whirring", which caught everyone off guard and stunned everyone for a while.

It was this momentary sluggishness that the horses paid a heavy price for it.

With a burst of "Whoa! The sound of biting resounded all around, and at some point there were suddenly forty or fifty gray and black wild wolves in the caravan, and although those wolves were not as large as the big wolf in the lead, they were not inferior in ferocity.

For a time, the wolf's teeth were intertwined, the flesh and blood were flying, and the people were screaming horses, endlessly, and in an instant, several horses and feet were brutally murdered and died in the wolf's mouth.

"Lao Tzu fought with you!" The bald head saw that he had broken another subordinate, and he couldn't help but rush up angrily, and he didn't care about fear, so without saying a word, he picked up the big knife and slashed at the head of an oncoming black-backed gray wolf.

The wolf instinctively wanted to hide, but he didn't know that the bald head Zhang Hao was also the owner of the village who relied on a big knife to fight out, this knife was practiced, known as "a knife to shave the head", which refers to a knife down, whether you move or not, you can shave your head together.

I looked at the strength of his hand when he made a move, and I knew that he had enough back hand for this knife. When the knife is out, three points of strength are at the edge of the knife, and seven points of strength are hidden in the hand, for what? Naturally, after sensing the enemy's movements, he changed the direction of the sword in real time.

Sure enough, with a muffled "poof", the flickering gray wolf was already in a different place, and the wolf's head was cut off by the neck of the fast knife of "second acceleration" in mid-air, and the body was paralyzed in situ, while the heavy gourd-like wolf head still flew out by inertia.

"Lao Zhang! Good job! Seeing this scene, Uncle Gesang couldn't help but shout, trying to boost the morale of the horses and bandits by yelling.

It's just that, looking at the overall situation, the war situation is not optimistic. Although the fight lasted less than five minutes, in addition to the people who were lost at the beginning, the horses and feet who reacted also killed a few vicious wolves one after another with bravery, but as the wolves jumped out of the grass, the rock wall and the old trees one after another, everyone felt that they had definitely underestimated the combat effectiveness of the wolves.

Or rather, the size of the wolf pack.

According to my incomplete statistics, since the beginning of the war, within a radius of 500 meters around the tight team of the caravan, there were only at most 50 wolves that broke in. However, since the start of the fight, after everyone resisted the pressure and killed more than ten horses, the number of wild wolves flowing in the circle at this time has become sixty-four.

In other words, the number of wolves and their combat effectiveness are actually steadily increasing. What's even more disturbing is that the head wolf who sounded the wolf clan's rallying cry before still hasn't shown up at this time, and I don't know where he is hiding to secretly urge the wolves to exert their strength.

After realizing this, the mentality of the people who were once pressed and beaten has gradually undergone subtle changes. The courage that began with death and then life is slowly being swallowed up by the fear that spreads from the bottom of my heart.

As if they were infected, not only did the horses and feet wield their knives not as fast as before, but even the thieves who usually relied on killing people to make a living and licking blood from the knife edge did not have that ruthless attack.

Instead, there is a connivance and a negative attitude of only seeking to save one's life and not to kill the enemy.

It's just that in life, in general, rushing often fails to meet one's expectations, so in front of those who are lucky, the ending will only constantly refresh the worst lower limit.

After cutting down an ugly wolf with his teeth and claws, I turned my head, but I happened to see the giant wolf who had killed the strong man and the bull in a single bite before, and at this time he was killing with red eyes, arrogantly propping up his front paws, and deducting into the muscles and shoulders of the head and shoulders of the deputy pot who had followed Uncle Gesang for the longest time, and the blood suddenly seeped out along the wolf's claws, and after a while, it dyed the earthy yellow Tibetan robe.

His hair was gray, and he should be very old by sight. If he was young, I am afraid that he would not be able to withstand the suffocating suppression of this giant wolf who stood upright and was a full head taller than him, not to mention the fact that he was weak in qi and blood, old and frail now.

Although, the self-help instinct that he has cultivated over the years on the line of life and death has not been allowed to give up. Even though he knew that the slightest movement would immediately draw the wolf's sharp teeth, he managed to turn his arm around, trying to use the last strength he had to stab the hidden knife into the stomach of the great wave.

It's just that although the wolf is larger than the average wolf, it is not clumsy, and it has a little hind foot, jumping sideways, and its body has avoided the knife of the old horse's feet in order to save his life.

"Daddy Tashi!" Seeing that his old deputy, who assisted him like his uncle, was in danger, surrounded by three vicious wolves, Uncle Gesang, who couldn't pull away for a while, had to lead his neck and howl, and at the same time, the knife edge flipped over, and a hungry wolf who was eager for quick success and bit when he opened his mouth was cut into two from the thinnest part of his waist.

It's just that the hungry wolf is ruthless, how can he give him a chance to rescue him closely. After the wolf's head was crooked, bitten, and flicked, the old man, whom I didn't even know his full name, trembled, stiffened, and fell to the ground weakly. The hidden knife that had slashed countless wicked beasts also fell straight into a pool of blood, making an unwilling "clang" sound.

And the vicious murderer, like a murderous god, turned around proudly, and did not take a step, just arrogantly stepping on the body of Tashi's father, wagging his tail from time to time, not caring about the blind father at his feet, staring at the boss's godless eyes.

"Get out of the way!" Mixed with grief and indignation, Uncle Gesang instantly became possessed by Shura, a saber danced and flew up, and in a blink of an eye, he cut down the two hungry wolves that were fighting with him, and just wanted to rush to the old father whose throat was still bleeding, but he was surrounded by four evil wolves who had recently joined the battle group, and he couldn't rush out after fighting.

I saw that the ferocious giant wolf that bit Tashi's throat and saw that no one could rush in front of it, so he actually shook his neck, shook off some blood beads stuck to his neck, lazily raised his tail, and actually made a gesture of wanting to pee on the remains of the old horse's feet!

This evil beast that doesn't know the height of the sky.

As the saying goes, a soldier can be killed, but not humiliated! Is it tolerable or unbearable, uncle can bear it, I can't bear it.

Behold me taking the life of thy evil wolf and dog.

"Sharon!"

After roaring and beckoning Sharon to cover, I had already retracted my mind and no longer used my efforts to defend the inner circle, and at the same time switched the long qiāng-shaped fire phoenix golden feather in my hand into a crimson double knife with a golden blade, and rushed towards the mound where the giant wolf who was standing on his toes and stepping on the face of the old horse's feet.