Chapter Twenty-Nine: Wolves, Many Wolves

The sky and the earth are vast, the silver moon retreats, and in the subtle wind, a few terrible wolf howls sound from time to time, which adds to the desolation of the night. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In a crack in a stone wall that is wide on the inside and narrow on the outside, Uncle Merlun is fighting bloodily.

With a wave of his hand, he forced back a wild wolf that pounced, and the wolf that had been shaved off a lot of its fur quickly retreated in a roar of pain, and Uncle Merun was also left with a few blood marks by its claws.

As soon as the wounded wolf retreated, another wolf who had been waiting in front of the crack for a long time jumped over, and Uncle Merlun, who had just lowered his knife, swung it again.

Bang", the knife and the wolf that pounced on it collided together.

There was a big wound on the wolf's head, the skin and flesh were rolled, and a little white bone could be faintly seen.

It took a moment for blood to pour out of the wound, like beads of broken thread sliding from the fur of the skull.

This good quality knife was close to scrapping after a long fight, and the blade rolled up, and many gaps the size of rice grains popped up.

If it weren't for the severe damage of this knife, this wolf would have died in Huangquan.

The wolf that was slashed on the ground by a knife did not retreat, and the knife just now not only did not make it frightened, but it also stimulated its ferocity, and without even wailing, it suddenly jumped up from the ground, opened its big mouth and bit Uncle Merron's left hand.

The mouth full of fangs emitted a miserable white light in the darkness, and if it was bitten down this time, Uncle Merron's left hand would be considered useless.

Exhaustion didn't slow down Merron's reflexes, on the contrary, he was a little quicker than usual under the stimulus of blood.

As soon as the wolf jumped up, his left foot kicked the wolf's chin, and the wolf's forward body immediately stopped.

At the same time, his left hand retreated, and the knife in his right hand fell on the wolf's waist.

The copper-headed, iron-bone, tofu waist is talking about the wolf.

An ugly wolf howl sounded, and the fierce wolf who was slashed by Uncle Merlun's heavy knife on his waist twisted his body twice and lay on the ground without moving.

It would be unreasonable not to die again, and the whole body was about to be split into two pieces.

Warm wolf blood spurted Uncle Meron's legs, and then slowly flowed towards the outside of the cave.

There was a majestic wolf howl outside, and Uncle Merlun could hear that it was the wolf king howling, but he didn't know what it was saying.

But he didn't understand, it didn't mean that the wolves couldn't understand either, after the wolf king's howl came, the wolves that had been frantically attacking him before stopped, squatting at the mouth of the crack and looking at Uncle Merlun covered in blood.

Although I don't know what these wolves are going to do, Uncle Merlun is still very happy that they stop attacking now.

Continuously shuttling in the mountains, coupled with the high-intensity life-and-death struggle with wild wolves, his physical strength has dropped so much that if he hadn't held it in one breath, I'm afraid he would have fallen for a long time.

Uncle Merlun's clothes were rotten and sticking to his body one by one.

Covered in blood, some of his own and some of the wolves, mixed together and indistinguishable.

The wounds were all over the body, some had coagulated, and some were still bleeding out.

Fortunately, most of the wounds are not deep, otherwise the iron-beaten man will not be able to bear it.

Uncle Merlun took two steps back and put all his weight on the stone wall on his left, he wanted to take advantage of this rare gap to recover his strength.

He knew that it wasn't long before he would be attacked even harder.

Although he rested with his back against the stone wall for a while, Uncle Merron's spirit did not relax in the slightest, he did not care about the wounds on his body, held the knife in both hands across his chest, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the front, ready to deal with the wolves' attack again.

Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and the turning points in life are often caught off guard.

In the afternoon, Uncle Melon was still immersed in the joy of harvest, but before the afternoon was completely over, he fell into the line of life and death.

Uncle Melun followed the hoof prints in the snow in the morning, and with his rich hunting experience, he drilled in the jungle for more than two hours, and finally found the deer that left the hoof prints.

As in his judgment, this is an adult sika deer, which looks like it has three hundred pounds, only a lot more, and it is definitely enough to have a rich year when you go back.

Uncle Merlun carefully removed the bow from his back, and then took out a white feathered arrow from the pot at his waist and placed it on the bowstring.

After doing this, he quietly approached the deer.

The deer did not notice the danger approaching it, and still kept its head down and leisurely ate the dead grass that emerged from the snow nest, and from time to time stretched out its front hooves to pick a few times in the snow nest so that the grass could show more.

Uncle Mo Lun pulled the bow and pinched the arrow, pushed the full moon with his left hand, held the baby with his right hand, and loosened his two fingers, only to hear a scream, and the sika deer ran away in response.

When Uncle Merlun let go, the sika deer just raised its head, and the arrow that should have been shot into the deer's eye was pierced in the deer's face.

Uncle Merren took his bow and chased after the wounded deer.

The boiled duck said that he couldn't let it fly.

After a long chase, Uncle Mo Lun successfully captured the family's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

Cutting some tough branches with his knife, Uncle Merlun made an improvised plow, put the deer, who had lost his life, on it, and dragged his prey on his way home.

After walking for a while, hunger and cold, and exhaustion, he had to stop going home.

After finding some dead branches, he lit a fire and sat on the stones to heat his own food.

It's just that it's not just him who needs dinner, there's also a hungry wolf.

Uncle Merron, who was sitting on the stone to roast meat, had just taken a few bites of the meat in his hand when he saw two wolves looking at the sika deer on the ground with greedy eyes.

Needless to say, these two hungry wolves were attracted by the smell of blood.

Heavy snow covers the mountains, birds and beasts are hidden, and it is not only those herbivores that cannot find food, but also wolves.

When people are hungry, they become animals, let alone animals that are inherently beasts.

When the two wolves rushed over with red eyes, Uncle Merlun did not hesitate to end the painful life of a little wolf with a bow and arrow.

The other wolf scurried away with arrows, and howled around him from Uncle Merron's pursuit.

After chasing half a cup of tea, he didn't finish off the damn wolf.

Seeing this, Uncle Merlun no longer hesitated, turned away from the damned wounded wolf, inserted the weapon back into his waist, quickly returned to the sika deer, and dragged the prey away.

He didn't go two miles away, he lost the prey that he had finally hit, and after a while, more than a dozen wolves appeared around him.

A pack of wolves is something that no one wants to encounter, especially a pack of hungry red-eyed wolves.

Taking advantage of the wolf's efforts to grab meat, Uncle Merlun ran away quickly.

However, he was destined not to run, and after a few mournful howls from the wolf king, who came later, the wolves abandoned the deer with only bones left, and surrounded Uncle Merlun in front.

Maybe it was really God who had eyes, and Uncle Merron, who was surrounded by huge wolves, found a small crack in the rock wall behind him in a hurry.

didn't even think about it, Uncle Merron, who was surrounded by wolves and had no way out, went directly into this gap.

The crack is not too wide, and it is the kind that has a large space on the inside and a small outside. The narrow entrance is only big enough for one wolf to charge, and two of them get stuck.

Uncle Merlun is very grateful for this rock crevice, if it weren't for it, he would have been wolf-eaten and there would be no scum left.

Tightening the knife in his hand, Uncle Merlun took two steps forward, holding the knife in both hands, ready to fight.

The wolves were about to attack again, and the wolf king's cry sounded again just now, although he couldn't understand the wolf's language, he also knew that it was an order to attack.

Looking out through the gap, you can see a chaotic glow of green light.

Those are the eyes of wolves, and God knows how this wolf king can recruit so many wolves.

Uncle Merlun felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, and for a moment he was in despair. He didn't know if he would be able to go back today.

However, this emotion was quickly suppressed by him, and he couldn't get out! Even if he was desperate, he couldn't give up resistance!

Lao Tzu has been hunting for half his life, and in the end, he can't die in the hands of his prey, this is no way!

If you want to eat Lao Tzu, you have to be prepared to break a few teeth.

Uncle Merlun cheered himself up fiercely in his heart.

Besides, there are mother-in-law and children waiting to go back at home, the good days have just begun, how can I be willing to leave like this.

Today's wolves are a little strange, they have all been killed so much by themselves, and they still refuse to disperse.

Even if you're hungry and red-eyed, you can't just wrap around yourself like this, just yourself, it's not enough to fill in their teeth.

Of course, Uncle Merlun would not know that the reason why the wolves were so crazy was because he shot the only son of the wolf king, the unlucky half-wolf boy at the beginning.

But even if he knew, he would disagree with his temperament, and wanted to take the prey from his own hands, and he wouldn't shoot whoever you shot.

Uncle Merlen didn't think any further, for a wolf had already jumped up.

His right foot stepped forward, his waist sank, and he slashed down with the knife in both hands, and in the blink of an eye the wolf had fallen to the ground.

As soon as it was solved, another wolf pounced on him without fear of death, and before he had time to put away the knife, Uncle Mo Lun slashed upwards with his backhand, and with a bang, the wolf's belly was opened, and his colorful intestines flowed all over the ground.

The wolf had not yet fully landed on the ground, and another wolf behind him pounced with green eyes, and its sharp claws scratched a few bloody cuts in Uncle Merron's arm.

Uncle Meren desperately stabbed the knife into the wolf's stomach, and then followed the castration just now and threw the wolf out of the knife.

The wolf behind him, which had already jumped up, was smashed down by the body of his companion, and after staggering slightly, he rushed towards the bloody uncle again......