The poisonous wolf appeared, and did not wait for half a day. As the sun set, the figure of the poisonous wolf pulled out a long shadow in the opposite mountain pass, and its piercing howl echoed in the valley, extremely incongruous with the sound of the rushing river.

The people of Qingshuihe suddenly became nervous, and the sound of pulling bowstrings was heard in the crowd, and everyone took up their weapons and watched with full attention at the wolves galloping from the mountain pass. They disappeared through the woods, and after about twenty minutes, the first wolf appeared on the edge of the clearing that had just been cleared by the people who had just cut down the trees.

These wolves have some similarities with the wolves that you usually see occasionally, but they are very different. Much larger than the average wolf, the size of a calf, with sharp claws and a mouth full of disgusting salivation. In particular, a pair of eyes are not green as people know, but blood-red like a madman.

The wolves also spotted the crowd on the other side, howling in excitement and squirping their forelimbs vigorously on the ground, stirring up dust. They didn't attack immediately, but paused for a moment, and the wolves behind them howled in response.

There was a brief pause, and with a long howl, the wolves moved. They rushed towards the crowd like lightning, and although it was still an uneven slope in front of them, it was flat land for the brute beasts that lived in the mountains. In the blink of an eye, they were near.

"Archers prepare, put."

Some of the archers did not wait for the order before the arrows flew out. The poisonous wolf that rushed to the front was hit in the head by an arrow, and rolled to the ground with a terrible scream. Several poisonous wolves that followed closely behind were shot at their bodies by a series of flying arrows, and immediately turned into hedgehogs and fell to the ground one after another. For a while, arrows rained down, and the wolf howls at the time of death came and went. The wolves got closer and closer, and they pounced quickly in the rain of arrows, a hundred, fifty, ten meters, and finally a poisonous wolf pounced in front of the crowd, and was greeted by a dozen or so spears rushing up. The wolf was pierced through the neck and belly by five or six spears, holding it in the air, pulling out a long shadow in the setting sun, and behind it lay hundreds of its kind on the blood-red earth.

There were not many poisonous wolves, and there were triumphant cheers from the crowd.

It was dark, and the mountain pass in the distance was nowhere to be seen. Soldiers on the south bank lit torches, illuminating the foot of the mountain as if it were daylight. Five hundred meters in front of the position, three tall tree trunks were erected, and on the buckets above each stood a warrior, with torches in hand, looking intently into the distance.

Zhang Rulong was in a heavy mood, it was too unfavorable to fight the poisonous wolf in this dark night. But there is no other way, there is no time to prepare, and the wolves will appear at any time. Looking at the red faces under the torches on the south bank, Zhang Rulong was sad for a while, seventy or eighty thousand people! It would have been nice if their own people had crossed the river two days late, and now there is only a hand-to-hand encounter.

There was no extra time to make Zhang Rulong sad, and the warriors on the trunk in front of him shook their torches vigorously and shouted loudly. Everyone knows: the poisonous wolf is here again. The soldiers did not need an order at all, they stood up on their own, each in place, with weapons in hand.

After only a few breaths, the poisonous wolf rushed down the hill, and a few sentinels in front of him looked under the trunk of the tree, but it could not climb up. The latter did not pause anymore and headed straight for the crowd.

This time there was no one shouting, only a dull depression. The wolves rushed out of the woods, pack after pack, as if there was no end. Someone shouted, "Hurry up and release the arrows." The soldiers in the front row reflected, anyway, there were wolves in front of them, and there was no need to aim, and the arrows were released like rain. For a moment, the sound of arrows piercing the air and the screams of poisonous wolves were intertwined, making people feel like they were on the edge of an abyss in the dark night.

The soldiers in the front row soon engaged the poisonous wolf in short combat, rows of spears pierced, patches of knife light flashed, and the screams of soldiers and the terrible howls of poisonous wolves came and went. The officers shouted loudly: release the arrows in the back, don't stop, release the arrows.

After two hours of fierce fighting, the wolves burst into the formation, and many soldiers rushed forward into the wolves like crazy, while others turned around and rushed backwards, slashing like crazy. The officers did not hesitate to shoot the arrows in their hands, but the ranks began to waver, and the soldiers had to deal with both the poisonous wolf and their companions, and the defense ahead was completely disrupted.

Zhang Rulong was anxious, he understood that no matter what, he had to delay until dawn, and he couldn't let the poisonous wolf cross the river at night. What to do? Under the flickering torches, he was so anxious that his face was sweating profusely.

At this moment, there was a sudden exclamation from the front. It turned out that the torch in the hand of the soldier who was bitten to death in front fell to the ground and burned, and slowly ignited the corpse on the ground, raising a pile of fire, which was particularly dazzling in the dark night. The nearby wolves were also frightened, paused slightly, and then went around the fire and continued to run.

Zhang Rulong's mind flashed, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, even if he burned it with fire, he had to stop the poisonous wolf. Zhang Rulong shouted: "Throw the torch out, and think about igniting the fire." ”

The soldiers also noticed this, and threw their torches out of the distance, and it was not known whether the poisonous wolf or the human corpse was ignited on the ground. The fires grew brighter and brighter, and men and wolves fought around the fires. The fire grew louder and louder, and the sound of the battle became quieter and quieter, and gradually stopped, and the flames frightened the poisonous wolves away.

The south shore was quiet for a moment, except for the occasional howl of wolves. From time to time, there were shouts and shouts, followed by brief slashing and screaming. People couldn't help but feel sad in their hearts, and everyone knew what that meant.

This bought everyone valuable time, and Zhang Rulong seized this opportunity. Except for a small number of men and horses left on guard, the others began to retreat. Everyone rushed to the bridgehead, and under the stern shouts of the officers at the bridgehead, everyone quickly ran across the bridge in an orderly manner. Everyone wanted to retreat to the other side, but the reality was cruel, but after more than an hour, the wolves rushed over again. Everyone rushed to the bridge, and the officers shouted and cut off many heads before they stopped the retreating crowd.

The crowd was compressed at the bridgehead, huddled together, unable to retreat, unable to advance. Everyone had to pick up arms and fight with the poisonous wolf, but they couldn't see it really, and people only cut it when they saw red eyes. This move is really smart, and those who are stabbed often make wolf howls.

The scuffle lasted less than an hour, when the sky began to light up, and the wolves stopped attacking and began to gnaw on the corpses on the ground in full view of the people. One night attack, they were also hungry.

Only then did the people on the north shore see the situation on the other side clearly, and in the morning light, a tragic scene of hell on earth was revealed to people through the mist. Poisonous wolves roamed the other side with blood-red eyes, frantically gnawing on the corpses of their own kind or human soldiers. Everywhere were the bloody heads of the soldiers and the white skeletons connected together, the blood soaked every inch of the land, the smell of blood and the scorching smell after the fire felt pungent on the north shore, and the soldiers who had passed through the battlefield for a long time turned pale and vomited.