"Why don't we pick a few good guys first, go to a few cottages, and find a few old guys to discuss joining forces to kill the wolves first, and then cross the mountain pass comfortably?" The bald head Zhang proposed is naturally a relatively safe method. After all, dozens of lives under his command are gone if they say they don't care, and it's impossible to say that they don't care.

"No, it doesn't. Now it's just a moonlight scene before autumn, counting the time of the return trip, we can't wait! "On Uncle Gesang's side, due to the previous adventures, it has been delayed for a lot of time, and now if we wait for the liaison convener to send away the wolves that are very hidden, I will definitely miss the tea party in the tea producing area.

After all, the demand for tea in the whole country is there, and if the caravan can't feel the tea origin as soon as possible and buy it in time, it is likely to pay twice the price to purchase the required tea. Even, in the worst-case scenario, the good tea was bought by the merchants of the Central Plains, and the horse team could only pick up some leaky ditch water.

However, no matter what the result is, it is not something that Uncle Gesang and the big business houses that support him can afford.

"We're going to leave tomorrow morning at five! Hurry up with all your might, and you should be able to make it to the next cottage before dark, and then ask for their help. Uncle Gesang said it categorically, but it made the bald head Zhang who heard his decision gasp.

There were still three mountain passes between this place and the next cottage, and in fact, I could see that the bald head had no confidence in escorting the horse team there safely under the sharp wolf fangs.

Perhaps seeing his doubts, Uncle Gesang patted him on the shoulder, pointed to Luo Quan and the brothers who made the white deer boy happy, and then pointed to me and Sharon, and said confidently to the bald head Zhang: "Don't worry! It's not just you and me.

To tell you the truth, I have come all the way, several masters have performed very well, and when the time comes, everyone will go all out, and they are not afraid that they will not be able to break through the three dangerous mountain passes of the Wild Wolf Valley. ”

The bald head of the village first looked at Sharon and me, and then at several tantric monks dressed as lamas, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, thought twice, and finally agreed to Uncle Gesang's request. Of course, correspondingly, it also increases the price of help.

One is to double the commission, after all, the real danger is there, and those wild wolves are not vegetarians. The second is that his manpower can escort us all the way to Menghai Tea Source, but he will account for 10% of the income after shipment.

It is fortunate that the horsemen run down, but the income is also very expensive, and this income can be worth the expenses of the entire cottage for half a year, which is really not small. If it was placed in normal times, Uncle Gesang would not have seen this kind of condition, but now that the situation is urgent, he thought about it again and again, so he had to nod his head and agree.

Business is business, and no matter how good you are, people have to rely on money to support them. This golden rule, not to say that it is a universal truth, but at least on this ancient tea horse road, it also works. Human beings, in essence, are profit-driven animals, and only when there are benefits can someone come forward. Even if the ambush ahead is full of ferocious wolves.

From Wolf's Head Mountain, the Mabang Road crisscrosses through the Wolf Valley, and a total of three dangerous mountain passes need to be crossed. And the first way, not far from the village, is five miles away. The two sides of the valley mouth are piled up with sword stones, which look like they are intertwined, and they really echo the name of Wolf's Head Mountain.

When the team cautiously marched to less than half a mile in front of the mountain pass, Luo Quan happened to put his hand on the pergola and looked up at the cliff.

Hearing him shout, I also looked up with his gaze, and was shocked by the momentum of condescending coercion from above, not to mention being frightened, but I couldn't help but gasp for cold air but it was real.

I saw the stone cliff protruding forward on the top of the mountain, which is really a mountain as its name suggests, just like a wolf's head staring at its prey and staring at it, drooping its head, hanging its tongue and snorting and holding its chin, staring at us in the valley squarely, which makes people not so comfortable.

Coupled with the thought of the bald head Zhang Zhai before the departure, under the natural depression of this terrain, each of us couldn't help but cast a thick shadow on our hearts.

"Woo, woo——!"

Just as everyone's hearts were gradually being eaten away by the fear that began to spread at some point, a long howl of a wild wolf sounded without warning in the relatively secluded valley.

The voice was long and loud, and the epilogue had a sense of unfinished business, as if hinting at an uncertain future.

It's not the first time I've heard a wolf howl, but I must admit it's the first time I've heard such an informative wolf howl. Somehow, I just felt as if the wolf was doing a pre-war mobilization, seeking a response from his companions lurking in the shadows with his last abrupt howl.

The valley fell silent for less than ten seconds, and the surrounding area responded to the wolf howls one after another:

"Woohoo, woohoo! Woohoo woo ——! ”

There was no sign of the wolves, but the strange sight was a strange sight, as if the wolves were like a group of well-trained hunters responding to the wolf's impassioned pre-battle speech. The voices are mixed far and near, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes distant, as if the wolves are adding invisible pressure to us in the light: we want to eat meat, we want to drink blood......

One of the reasons why the wolf howl did not have a huge impact on the hearts of the horses and feet is that judging from the sound, the wolf is still some distance away from us. But now the howl of wolves echoing in the valley is, according to the experienced old horse's foot, conservatively estimated to be no more than a few hundred meters away from us!

Is it finally coming?! The same thought seems to flicker in everyone's heart. Everyone's heartbeat, like a pendulum at this point, struggled to hit the bottom line of their fears.

However, the wolves were nowhere to be found. Or rather, the wolves seemed to be just patiently roaming around us, and even those who were close to us were only tacitly keeping a steady distance from the caravan. Far enough away to be spotted by the horse's feet. But at the same time, it's close enough that every whining wolf howl can pierce our nerves and make us shiver inadvertently.

In this case, every step becomes extremely difficult, and every second, it is slow to leave.

I don't know exactly how I got through the long miles. All I know is that a third of the torches have burned along this short distance.

When we came out of the stockade, the sky was still dark, and although the east was already bright, the light of the torches in our hands seemed to be much dimmer, and I don't know whether it was the reason for the gradual emanation of natural light, or the psychological effect of fear under the howl of wolves.

The panic spread silently among the long caravanserais.

However, even though everyone was terrified in their hearts, the wolves still did not show up. They just continued to walk around the group, intermittently howling and exchanging voices - they didn't understand the meaning anyway, so all that came to everyone's hearts was fear and uneasiness.

"These beasts! To fight or not? The right hand of a horseman holding a saber was already oozing with sweat, but his seemingly fierce words were full of distraction.

What he said was exactly what the horses and feet were talking about, and of course it was not something that a few "calm" words from a few senior vice-pots could suppress.

Uncle Gesang naturally knows this. So he didn't say a word from the first wolf howl, but hurried forward silently, his eyes fixed on the front, as if he could face the scheming wolf king through the sparsely scattered dense forests up and down the valley.

Shrouded in invisible fear, I couldn't help but quietly open my eyes. The naked eye of the horse pot head may not be able to see the cunning guy that is hidden deeply, but my psionic pupil may not be able to see it.

After concentrating and slowly expanding the scope of the heart's eyes, the wild wolves hidden in the grass, crawling on the edge of the stone cliff, and squatting behind the old trees suddenly slowly appeared. At the same time, under the pupils of spiritual energy, along with their complexions, there was also a thick murderous aura that could be seen at a glance.

That's right, it's the primitive killing intent of that Ru Mao drinking blood. The killing instinct that exists in the blood and bones of beasts, has evolved over millions of years.

The ferocity of the wolf, I believe everyone is well aware. The only thing we don't know is when they're going to come.

is like a sharp hidden weapon, when you don't shoot, it is always the most dangerous and the most feared.

As time passed, the horses and feet just wished that the wolves would come quickly. After all, after the nerves have been tense for too long, they are a little habitually numb. And a thing, even if you know that it is a bad thing, and you have been preparing for it for a long time, it will even produce a kind of perverted expectation.

That's the mentality of the people now. An embarrassing state of not being able to survive and dying.

If the wolves attack quickly, it will certainly take some lives, but at the same time, those who survive will also turn their grief and fear into the motivation of fighting to the death, which will be used to fight against the bloodthirsty hunters who have shown their fighting power.

However, if they keep wandering around with their waists bent, people's fear of wolves will only slowly increase over time, and the estimation of the opponent's true strength will only slowly become less objective until it collapses!

It was only now that I suddenly realized that the reason why the wild wolves in this wild wolf valley are terrifying is not just because of their ferocity. This is simply comparable to the treachery of human beings, and the calculation that can be called evil, is no longer covered by pure evil.

The wolves here have eaten a lot of human flesh, and they have all become sperm.

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