xymnovel Chapter 106 The wolf pack's sneak attack succeeds, and Tom is furious!
Chapter 106 The wolf pack's sneak attack succeeds, and Tom is furious!
Chapter 106 The wolf pack's sneak attack succeeds, and Tom is furious!
Immediately afterwards, howls echoed from all directions, layer upon layer, filled with cruel excitement, instantly weaving a web of death that enveloped the entire camp!
"Wolves! Grab your weapons! They're coming!" The roar of the "Snow Wolf" was like a thunderclap.
The entire camp was instantly jolted awake, some grabbing their guns, others drawing their knives.
The four wolves of the Dutton family reacted even more fiercely at this moment!
They no longer suppressed their anger, but raised their heads in unison, and let out a long howl that was extremely penetrating and full of warning and territorial declaration, directed towards the direction from which the wolf howl came!
This howl was not a cry of fear, but a stern warning from one's own kind: "This road is blocked! This place is ruled by the Lord!"
This sudden and powerful response from their own kind clearly slowed down the wolf pack's offensive lurking in the darkness, and the encirclement was formed much slower!
It was these precious few seconds of delay that gave the camp the golden time to organize its defense!
"Light the torches! Make the fire blaze! Surround the inside of the cattle herd!" "Snow Wolf's" commands were clear and swift.
The Klaus warriors immediately sprang into action, lighting the prepared resin torches and throwing them forcefully into the open space surrounding the cattle herd. At the same time, they used their spears to break up the campfires, creating a broken but bright line of fire.
The flickering firelight momentarily pushed back the approaching eerie green pupils, while also illuminating the agile and ferocious wolf shadows darting through the darkness.
However, driven by hunger, the wolf pack did not give up.
After a brief period of chaos, they adjusted their strategy, avoiding the area with the brightest fire and the four of their kind that had issued warning roars, and launched a fierce attack from the flank where the firelight was relatively weak and the four wolves of the Dutton family were farther away!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The gunshots finally rang out!
Everyone's rifles spewed flames, and bullets flew towards the shadows rushing in from the darkness.
However, wolves are extremely cunning, using the large bodies of cattle as cover, crouching low and charging swiftly, making aiming extremely difficult.
"Protect the cattle! Don't let them break up the herd!" James's steady shout tried to quell the chaos.
The Klaus warriors displayed amazing teamwork.
Instead of firing indiscriminately, they formed small squads with archers in the back and spearmen in the front, using the burning fires and wagons as cover.
Sharp arrows shot out with a whistling sound, accurately piercing the leaping wolf's body; heavy spears fiercely stabbed at the hungry wolf trying to squeeze through the cracks in the ground.
As they fought, they uttered short, powerful shouts, both as a form of intimidation and to mark each other's positions.
The four wolves of the Dutton family were now pacing and growling anxiously around Tom.
Tom held them tightly by their collars, preventing them from charging directly into the fray to bite, but their very presence served as a powerful deterrent and early warning system.
Whenever wolves attempt to ambush from their assigned direction, primarily near the center of the camp and inside the herd, they emit even more violent and aggressive howls and bared teeth.
The gleaming white fangs shimmered coldly in the firelight, and the low growls rumbling in their throats, like muffled thunder about to erupt, effectively prevented the wolf pack from launching a fatal attack from this relatively weak but core direction.
They guard the most vulnerable inner circle.
The battle was fierce and brutal.
The howls of wolves, the mooing of cattle, the roars of men, the sounds of gunfire, the twang of bowstrings, and the crackling of flames mingled together.
The air was filled with the smells of gunpowder, blood, burnt food, and a strong stench of wolves.
As the first rays of gray finally appeared on the eastern horizon, dispelling the deepest darkness, the wolf pack's offensive weakened rapidly, like the receding tide.
Those eerie green lights, filled with resentment, silently disappeared into the gradually brightening depths of the wasteland.
The camp was in a mess.
The torches went out, leaving behind a ground littered with spent bullet casings, broken arrows, wolf fur, and dark red blood.
The loss of cattle is heartbreaking: seven or eight cattle lay dead on the outskirts, some with their throats ripped open, some with their bellies ripped open, and several others trampled to death in the chaos.
A faint smell of blood and sorrow filled the air.
"Snow Wolf" stood in the dim morning light, his chest heaving, his face smeared with cigarette ash and bloodstains of unknown origin.
His sharp gaze swept across the battlefield, lingering for a moment on the fallen cattle, then looking in the direction where the wolf pack had disappeared, finally settling on the four exhausted but still vigilant wolves guarding Tom and Zack.
He walked over and, unusually, reached out and roughly stroked "Hurricane's" head, his voice hoarse but carrying a hint of barely perceptible praise: "They did a great job. Without their advance warning and those howls, the losses would have been much greater."
He took a deep breath of the cold, blood-tinged air, his gaze hardening once more. "Take inventory, treat the wounded cattle, fortify the camp. This is just the beginning. Those wolves have tasted the sweetness of victory; they'll come back."
The laws of the wilderness appear exceptionally clear and cruel in the fading light of dawn.
These four special "sentinels" of the Dutton family proved for the first time their irreplaceable value in the bloody conflict against their own kind.
Tom walked up to the cow carcasses.
His gaze was fixed on the chaotic scene.
"I was careless!" The cold words were squeezed out from between his teeth.
The wolves here are far more obsessed with food than any of their kind Tom has ever seen, exuding a chilling madness.
They are ruthless, decisive, and calm, and possess an unsettling intelligence.
They are particularly adept at division of labor and cooperation. The most surprising thing is the extremely cunning alpha wolf, which can use its voice to accurately command the actions of the pack of wolves according to the ever-changing battlefield situation!
Tom slowly untied the strip of cloth from his right hand.
The pale, bloodless hand was instantly exposed to the cold air.
With a loosening of his fingers, the blood-stained strip of cloth was blown by the breeze and drifted toward the nearby fire.
With a soft crackling sound, the strip of cloth was quickly engulfed by the flames, turning into a pool of ashes. The firelight briefly blazed before returning to normal.
The people in the camp gradually noticed Tom's unusual behavior.
He remained silent, like a restless, trapped beast, pacing back and forth on the edge of the cliff, his sharp gaze sweeping across the deep valley below and the distant wilderness, as if searching for something of paramount importance.
"Snow Wolf" has begun its operation.
He directed the men to re-dig the trenches surrounding the camp.
Collect pine resin to reinforce the firebreak.
The Dutton family silently processed the dead cow, skinning and deboning it, and curing the meat into salted meat.
Without a word, everyone was on edge, silently going about their tasks.
A heavy silence filled the air, broken only by the sounds of axes, chisels, digging, and the crackling of the campfire.
Everyone is waiting.
Waiting for the next moment when the wolf's howl tears through the night sky.
late at night!
Just as everyone's eyelids were heavy and drowsiness was about to completely engulf their consciousness!
On the high slope, Tom sat up silently.
His cold gaze was fixed on the perimeter of the camp.
The widest part of this riverbank where we set up camp was no more than two hundred meters.
Two hundred meters!
On both sides of the narrow beach, jagged rocks and gnarled bushes seemed to bare their claws in the night.
This is the perfect hunting ground for wolves!
Behind every rock, in every clump of shadow, lurks a bloodthirsty fang.
And beneath our feet lies a narrow stretch of beach less than two hundred meters long.
That's the final race they're on in their race against death!