This woman is a madman! Since she knew that this thing was called a desert wolf, of course she would not fail to understand their habits in packs. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info These things are not easy to mess with, and if you are not careful, you can make our temporary team suffer.

I couldn't stand her inexplicable excitement, and suggested out loud: "Well, we don't really need to talk to the wolves, let everyone get in the car, and when the morning dawns, they will disperse." ”

Han Lisha pulled out a scimitar from her trouser leg, a fierce light burst from her eyes, and she looked at the wild wolf who was standing forward to find the way through the fire.

Well, I forgot that she was a steppe eagle, and after the golden family, there was a blood in her blood that admired battle. Well, even if I didn't say it, it's better to hide and watch the excitement.

The guys in the tent reacted and came out 5 of them. When they saw the situation clearly, two of the yellow men ran to the side of the car, apparently to get their weapons.

The car wasn't far from here, but the fire didn't shine there. Wolves are not afraid of people, but of lit bonfires. In the darkness, three pairs of green lights appeared in front of the two men who ran over to get their weapons.

The best chance to dodge has been lost, and we are surrounded by wild wolves.

The remaining three Westerners were a little confused, shouting at each other in English, clearly a little annoyed that they weren't fully prepared to deal with it. Due to the proximity to the highway and the increasing rarity of wolves, after nightfall, there is no state of alert, which can only be said to be an accident.

When the bodies of the two men who rushed to get their weapons began to move, the wolf also moved. The three wolves stared at one of the little men at the same time. A wild wolf in the middle jumped up suddenly, and when the chest pounced on the little man, the other two went around from the side, blocking the little man's retreat, and suddenly formed a situation of encirclement, and they cooperated with each other skillfully, obviously attacking and defending in moderation.

The little man seems to be very weak, but in fact he is smart. Seeing that he was in danger, his figure fell to the ground, avoiding the claws of the wolf in front of him. He did not retreat, but advanced, and in a few rolls, he broke out of the encirclement of the three-headed wolf and rushed to the side of the off-road vehicle.

The wolf lost the blow and disappeared into the darkness, hiding his body and waiting for the opportunity to move again.

The wolf who was holding Han Lisha here raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl, as if he was sending a signal to summon his companions. At this moment, Han Lisha's figure jumped directly over the fire like a rabbit, and the scimitar in her hand was like an arc of electricity, sweeping past the wolf that was still holding its head up without hindrance.

The long howl stopped, and the wolf jumped upwards on all fours, and then fell to its head, its body convulsing, and blood gushing from its throat. The fierce wolf eyes flickered, still staring at Han Lisha, as if they didn't believe that this weak human in front of him could solve himself so easily.

Han Lisha held the scimitar in her hand, put it to her mouth and licked the blood on it, and a beastly bloodthirsty madness rose in her eyes.

I shuddered, and a word suddenly came to my mind: Beauty and the Beast. It seems that none of these people in the same company are easy to match.

The wolves did not retreat, but became more violent because they smelled blood. In the darkness of the night, the green eyes became more and more numerous, and they got closer and closer, enveloping us all.

When the little man returned, he also had a strange-looking scimitar in his hand. Blood was also stuck to the scimitar, and behind him, several wild wolves ran with their mouths wide open and roaring.

I saw him throw the travel bag in his hand to another yellow man, and then turned around and rushed into the galloping wolves. In a violent collision, the sword light flashed like a meteor, and with the "whining" sound of the wild wolf retreating with injuries, the little man ran back covered in blood.

Another yellow man had already unzipped his travel bag, took out a few MP7 miniature submachine guns, and threw them at several other people at the scene. I watched with amazement as these people skillfully installed firearms, and I was sure that Han Lisha, who organized this operation, was an out-and-out local tyrant.

MP7 is a big name among the friends who play games, and it is a play in "Counter-Strike" and "King of the Battlefield". Produced by the German company Heckler-Koch, weighing only 1.6 kilograms, this weapon has a fast rate of fire and low recoil, which makes it very advantageous in close fire. I really don't know how these guys brought so many guns to the country?

Gunshots soon rang out, in the empty Gobi, crisp and dense. The wolves quickly retreated, and five minutes later, only the corpses of wolves were left at the scene. Except for the strong smell of blood in the air, there was no sound nearby.

With a gun, many dangers naturally become dangers, and the odds of victory against any enemy are greatly improved. I couldn't help but turn my head to look at Han Lisha, and I had a strange feeling in my heart about this operation.

Han Lisha ordered the wolf corpses to be buried in a centralized manner to eliminate the traces of the shootout. After all, this is a country where guns are banned, and once it catches the eye, it is a big trouble.

The advantage of the large number of people was brought into play, and soon, the scene was cleaned up. The bloodstains on the ground are naturally covered by the monsoon. To be on the safe side, the campfire was extinguished, the tent was packed, and the team set off overnight. On the Gobi Desert, the sound of gunfire will be heard far away in the wind, and if the military and police are recruited, it will not be as simple as dealing with the wolves.

As the saying goes, looking at the mountain runs a dead horse. Although we did not take a horse, but an off-road vehicle, the whole journey from Riyue Mountain to Golmud was 700 kilometers, and it was basically a vast Gobi with endless sight. The car was traveling at 100 kilometers per hour, and it was only before dawn that it reached the foot of the rubber mountain.

There were only three people in our car. Han Lisha was disturbed by the wild wolf and was a little irritable. After squinting in the car for a while, he felt the car stop, cursed in a low voice, and said, "What's the matter?" ”

The driver said: "The front is going up the mountain, the sea is very high, it is a slope of thirty or forty degrees, the team needs to rest, replenish physical strength, and go over in one go." ”

Han Lisha jumped out of the car and looked up, there was a highway sign across the road in front of her, there was actually a mountain pasture nearby, and on the side of the road with a fence, there were already early cattle and sheep grazing leisurely.

The driver took out the box of milk and bread from the trunk, handed one to Han Lisha, and then reluctantly threw one to me, with obvious disdain in his eyes.

I shrugged my shoulders indifferently, this guy decided that I was a useless waste of firewood, and that I was suspected of eating and drinking food for nothing. Yes, if you are suspicious, you will be a driver and bodyguard, and it will not be your turn to call the shots. Anyway, it was your master who invited me here, not me crying and shouting and begging to travel with me.

After silently nibbling on the bread, I crumpled the wrapping paper into a ball and put it back in the storage compartment on the car door. This unintentional move unexpectedly brought me unwarranted disaster.