Several people dispersed, and Han Changmu leaned forward to take a look and let out a long sigh of relief.
The two little wolves were curled up on the ground, with a lot of sand on their light gray fur. The green wolf eyes clearly shone with a weak light, but they still grinned and bared their white fangs to scare the onlookers. people.
Han Changmu breathed a sigh of relief, and his body swayed slightly unnoticeably, as if it wasn't the King of Han who had been chewed to pieces.
He took a step forward and picked up the back of the little wolf's neck.
The little wolf suddenly grinned and struggled, making threatening sounds.
Yao Yao wanted to laugh when he heard it, and reached out to pick up the other one.
The little wolf still looks like a newborn cub. He is holding it in his hand like a fluffy little puppy, staring with big green eyes.
Yao Yao felt that this little wolf cub was inexplicably cute.
The wolf cub in his hand whined and struggled twice. Yao Yao took a look and saw that the wolf's hind legs were hanging weakly, and blood dripped down.
She raised her eyebrows and said in surprise: "Sir, this little wolf cub is injured."
Han Changmu looked at the one in his hand. It was also injured on the hind leg, but the blood had solidified.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, threw the wolf cub in his hand to Yao Yao, and said, "Take it with you and let's go."
Yao Yao was carrying two wolf cubs on his left and right, and he was a little confused.
Why did she feel like she was holding a hostage?
Yes, they are hostages, using the cubs to threaten the mother wolf to let them go.
She foolishly bandaged the wound on the wolf cub's leg to prevent the wolf from bleeding to death before seeing the mother wolf.
Then he roughly pushed the wolf cub into his backpack and carried it on his back, got on his horse, raised his whip, and chased Han Changmu.
After just a moment's delay, Han Changmu and his party had already disappeared.
She chased and cursed: "Damn the face of the King of Hell, running so fast, unethical."
Unexpectedly, when Han Changmu saw that Yao Yao had not chased her for a while, he turned his horse around and went back to look for her. He happened to bump into her. When he heard this, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What did you say?"
Yao Yao hurriedly shut his mouth and didn't speak. He just laughed guiltily.
The sky is getting dark, and the stars and moon are dim at night, and the vast and inaccessible desert is becoming more and more desolate and lonely.
Continuous and long-lasting howls suddenly came from all around, echoing each other and sweeping across the vast desert in an instant.
The garrison leading the way suddenly reined in his horse and retreated to Han Changmu's side. His voice was dry and trembling slightly: "Sir, look ahead."
Under the dark sky, three or four gray wolves with gray fur and sharp gills squatted on the edge of the sandy slope in the distance. They were small and extremely lean. They were staring at these uninvited guests who had intruded into the wolf pack's territory with green eyes.
On the sandy slope, squatting was a gray wolf. It was much larger than the other gray wolves. Its fur was shiny, and the dim moonlight reflected it, giving it a silvery glow.
Those green eyes seemed to be able to understand people's hearts, shining with a sinister and cruel cold light.
There was a man curled up next to the gray wolf, motionless. There were no wounds on his body, but his clothes were in tatters.
He Cai's face changed drastically, and he shouted sternly: "Your Highness, Your Highness, that's Your Highness."
He turned over and dismounted regardless, staggering about to pounce on the sandy slope.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Yao Yao grabbed He Cai's collar and dragged him back, sighing involuntarily.
I'm afraid he's not stupid. He just pounced on him. Was he planning to feed the wolves so that he could live and die with his master?
She approached Han Changmu and lowered her voice: "Master, do you think the King of Han is still angry?"
It is still unclear whether the King of Han is dead or alive, but Han Changmu knows that it is not easy to snatch someone from the wolf's mouth, even a dead one. If he is not careful, these people will be buried here.
There is no movement among these wolves now, but after dark, the dark sky is a good cover for gray wolves, and it is a good opportunity for them, animals like them, to take action.
They are quietly waiting for darkness to fall completely, and there will be an inevitable fierce battle.
Han Changmu calmed down and ordered the garrison to go cut down the dry poplar trees before it got completely dark. Then he lit a bonfire beside the sandy slope not far from the gray wolf and burned the horses and the garrison. They were all surrounded by a ring of fire.
In Moheyan Moraine, it gets dark very quickly. As soon as the bonfire is lit, the sky becomes completely dark. The cold night wind howls through the barren and empty sand moraine, making the bonfire sway wildly.
After the wind, the rustling sounds became more and more intensive. Looking around, dozens of pairs of green light spots appeared one after another. Those were the eyes of the wolf, shining with a greedy cold light.
Han Changmu looked at the black shadows of wolves squatting in the distance, his scalp numbing. He cruised around with his telescope and counted carefully, there were twenty-seven or eight gray wolves.
He and Yao Yao stood back to back, took off the quiver from his leg, hung it on Yao Yao's hand, and said expressionlessly: "I will go rescue the King of Han in a while."
Yao Yao slowly squeezed the quiver tightly, and the nervousness overflowed from his heart, climbing up to his temples and scalp, and his voice trembled involuntarily, and he only uttered the word "good".
Han Changmu gently shook Yao Yao's hand, which was already cold and blue from the cold. He showed a rare smile and comforted her: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."
Yao Yao forced a smile, the firelight jumped on his face, and his face turned slightly pale.
Han Changmu turned his head and ordered the garrison with a solemn expression: "You guys guard the fire, don't let it go out, and survive the night."
These garrison troops have been stationed at the border all year round, and they all have some experience in dealing with wolves. Wolves are afraid of fire. If you want to survive this fierce battle tonight, you can only try your best to keep the fire burning.
A circle of bonfires burned quietly, and there seemed to be more black wolf shadows. The green wolf smoke was unblinking, squatting silently outside the firelight.
The night is getting darker, the atmosphere is getting more and more solemn, and everyone is getting more and more nervous, breathing heavily, and the swords are unsheathed and trembling slightly.
Yao Yao's backpack moved, and a thin, weak howl came out.
She was stunned for a moment, took off her backpack, and saw two wolf cubs timidly showing their heads, their round eyes glowing green, looking over timidly.
She remembered a saying that any animal is cutest when it is young. Look at this desert king, how cute it was when it was young.
As soon as the little wolf cub showed its head, a shrill howl suddenly came from the sandy slope.
Her mind was shaken, and without looking back, she noticed the cold wolf eyes falling on her back.
It seems that this little wolf cub is indeed related to the gray wolf on the sand slope. It screams so miserably. He is his biological son.
She thought about it and put the backpack on her back.
Just sink it as much as you can. This is a living amulet that can save your life at critical moments.
Han Changmu's face was calm, without a trace of a smile. A long sword dangled in his hand, and the cold light was threatening.
The cold wind suddenly howled by, overwhelming the bonfire and blowing the flames here and there, threatening to extinguish them.
A sharp and long howling sound came from the wolves.
Several gray wolves came forward, their wolf eyes staring fiercely through the firelight at the people in the ring of fire.
Han Changmu stared at the shadow on the sandy slope, pursed his dry lips, turned to Yao Yao and nodded, and tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand.
Yao Yao slowly stood up, raised his chin, and looked directly at Shapo.
The garrison soldiers all stood up and formed a circle, back to back, with their swords facing outward.
Nine people and nearly thirty wolves faced each other quietly across the campfire.
The cold wind blew through the flames and lifted the corners of clothes.
Han Changmu flew up, crossed the fire circle, rushed out of the bonfire circle, and headed straight for the sand slope.
Seeing someone leaving the fire circle, the gray wolves that had been squatting outside the fire circle moved. Two of them came quickly, with their mouths wide open. They rushed towards Han Changmu with a smell of fishy smell, revealing their sharp and pale fangs. Bite over.
At the same time, Yao Yao flicked his wrist and shot out several filaments from his sleeves.
The long thread twisted, wrapped around the necks of the two gray wolves, pulled them back, and dragged them into the fire.
A shrill howl suddenly resounded through the sky, and the bonfire burst into flames, burning even more intensely, with bright sparks flying everywhere.
In just a blink of an eye, the gray wolves that rushed towards him from other directions also let out short, sharp wails and fell to the ground.
The garrison soldiers used their scabbards to hook the wolf into the bonfire circle, planning to use the wolf's body to light the bonfire when the firewood was exhausted.
The pack of wolves heard the wails of their companions and saw seven or eight of their companions injured one after another. All of them had their ears erect, their faces were ferocious, and their fangs in their mouths were grinding loudly.
But beasts like wolves are the most cunning and cunning. Seeing that the situation is unfavorable, they no longer rush forward rashly. They just squat outside the campfire circle and wait patiently for the moment the campfire goes out.
Han Changmu didn't hesitate for a moment and went straight to the figure on the sandy slope.
Seeing that he could reach out and grab the man's collar, Han Changmu saw a pair of green lights approaching.
He was about to run away when he heard the sound of wind coming from behind.
With a twitch from the corner of his eye, a trace of translucent filament came through the air and wrapped around the wide-open wolf's mouth. The filament stretched straight and violently threw the gray wolf aside.
Han Changmu grabbed the man's collar, threw it on his shoulders, and carried the weight on his body. He could no longer leap higher, so he could only lift off the ground slightly and fly across the ground.
He heard the wind approaching behind him, the sharp wolf claws almost scratching his clothes, and the smelly breath hit his face.
He freed one hand to swing his sword to protect the person on his shoulder.
A dark red figure passed by him, and there were high and low sharp wolf howls behind him, and Yao Yao shouted: "Send the King of Han in quickly."
Han Changmu didn't look back. When he approached the bonfire circle, he threw the King of Han high into the air. He didn't even bother to see if anyone could catch the King of Han. He only heard a muffled sound and turned back to Yao Yao.
A pack of wolves surrounded the two of them. The gray wolf on the sandy slope raised its head high and howled for a long time. The moonlight suddenly became brighter, and the huge wolf shadow fell on the ground like a lead cloud.
