At this moment, the night watchman sucked out the marrow from the leg of lamb in his hand and threw it away.
The greasy, black bone stick fell heavily in front of the wolf, and there was a "plop" sound. The old wolf was concentrating on hunting, and when he saw something coming, he ducked to the side in panic, kicking the dirt under his feet.
The old wolf lurking on the other side quickly pounced on the man without hesitation...
The Vigilante Di tribe has lived on the grassland for decades and has rich experience. When he heard a strange noise behind him, he did not look back, rolled to the ground, took out his machete and flicked it back.
The wolf was struck by the back of the knife and only bit the handle.
The Di people also saw the wolf at this time, and they were so frightened that they chopped and chopped at random. They resisted the attack of the two wolves and shouted at the same time.
In the house, Balin immediately noticed something was wrong outside. When he heard the cry for help, he stood up, opened the door and rushed out.
Lin Qingyuan and others also understood the Di language. When they heard the wolf shouting for help outside, their expressions suddenly changed. They threw away the skewers, found their weapons and went out.
Balin rushed to Zhe Mao's side in two steps, swung the scimitar in his hand and slashed at the biting wolf.
An old wolf was hit in the middle and rolled to the side without even barking. The other wolf screamed and ran away.
Lin Qingyuan's guards ran over and dragged Zhe Mao up from the ground. They saw that his leather robes had been torn on both arms, and there was blood on them. The severe pain made people speechless.
"Balintou, your man is injured. Stop the bleeding quickly. If it is too late, it will be too late."
When Lin Qingyuan saw the night watchman being bitten by a wolf, he frowned and felt cold.
If such an injury could have been cured if there was medical treatment in the city, now...it would be difficult!
Balin did not come over to care about Zhe Mao's injury. He had seen ferocious packs of wolves. Being surrounded by two wolves, his survival would only last for a while.
There are more important things now. Balin's eyes were red, and he suppressed the anxiety and impatience in his heart. He shouted to his tribe: "Send Zhe Mao into the house! Others quickly let go!"
Wolves are cunning. They attack people here and also horses.
Normally, horses are not afraid of wolves, but if they are tied up and unable to escape, they will definitely be injured.
If there are no horses to travel on the vast grassland, death is not far away!
Just before Bahrain finished speaking, the neighing of the horses could be heard in the stable.
This is a wolf attacking a horse.
Everyone's expressions changed, but before anyone could turn around and untie the reins, they saw a dozen horses running wildly from the stables a few meters away.
Old Yan fell behind the horses, stamped his hooves, jumped up and down, and with his strong posture, he nimbly kicked over a wolf that was about to attack from behind, and followed the horses away.
In the boardroom, Song Liyun and Song Dekui placed the injured Zhe Mao on the carpet and began to check the wound.
Zhe Mao's sleeves had been torn open, and two tooth marks like knives were cut deep into the bone. At this time, blood was gurgling out, quickly soaking the wool felt underneath him.
He was bitten on the arm by a wolf to protect his head and face. Fortunately, he had a knife handy to protect his throat and did not die immediately.
Song Dekui covered Zhe Mao's bleeding wound and broke out in sweat: "What should Xiaoyun do? This kind of bleeding will kill someone!"
Song Liyun said calmly with a straight face: "Don't worry, we can help. I have to prepare things first."
Zhe Mao's injuries looked serious, but in fact they were just two wounds. The other parts were protected by his thick leather robe and were not injured.
Song Liyun put his hand into the small leather bag on his waist, trying to get some disinfectant and suture needles from the space.
Such a large wound was bitten by a flesh-eating wolf. It is unknown how many germs it contains, and it needs to be thoroughly disinfected.
Zhe Mao couldn't understand Wu Chao's words, and the pain was tight at this moment. He knew that he was seriously injured and he had to stop the bleeding first.
So I endured the pain, steeled myself, and went to grab the burning charcoal fire.
In the tribe, charcoal ash is used to stop bleeding when there is an injury. In the most serious cases, burning the wound directly with charcoal fire is also a solution.
Song Liyun saw that he was still able to grab the charcoal fire even though he was so seriously injured, he couldn't help but clicked his tongue: He is really a tough prairie warrior.
With him around, no matter where he needed to use charcoal fire to stop the bleeding, he just whispered: "Uncle Kui, grab him quickly, you can't use charcoal ash to stop the bleeding!"
Song Dekui heard this and pulled Zhe Mao: "Don't worry, Xiaoyun will save you!"
After he finished speaking, he realized that Zhe Mao didn't understand, so he quickly said in the Di dialect he had just learned: "No! You can't move!"
Zhe Mao paused, turned around and was about to speak, when he felt a burst of cool air rushing in front of him. His vision went dark and he instantly fell into sleep.
"Uncle Kui, help me hold the lamp!"
Before the stunned Song Dekui could recover, a strange-shaped object was stuffed into his hand, with a bright beam of light at one end.
"This, this... what is it?" Song Dekui stuttered.
"Solar lamp!" Song Liyun adjusted his position so that the light beam covered Zhe Mao's arm.
First rinse with water to remove the blood, then disinfect with disinfectant, and finally suture.
Song Dekui felt like he was stiff as a wooden figure. He watched helplessly as Xiaoyun pinched the wound like the women in the village holding the soles of their shoes, and sewed the flesh with big needles.
Miraculously, as the wound shrunk, the blood like spring water slowly stopped flowing.
Song Liyun finally tied the thread into a bow, took out the gauze and began to bandage it.
At this time, there was already a mess outside, and the wolves were roaring and surrounding them.
Balin and others shouted loudly and waved their machetes to scare the wolves away.
But these wolves seemed to be possessed. As distant wolf howls spread in all directions, more wolves gathered.
Urged by short howls, several wolves rushed toward the crowd.
Suddenly, there were shouts, scolds, and screams of injured wolves.
Faced with the siege of wolves, Balin and other Di tribesmen did not dare to disperse, so they could only hold a few feet in front of the wooden house door.
Lin Qingyuan was also tightly protected by his guards, leaning against the wooden house, using a knife to deal with the charging gray wolf.
With a large number of people, knives in their hands, and protection at their backs, Bahrain and others responded in an orderly manner despite being panicked by the wolves.
When five wolves lay on the ground, the wolves finally retreated and disappeared into the darkness.
But there were more and more pairs of green light spots floating in the air.
Balin yelled at Lin Qingyuan: "You lazy and cowardly guy, why do you want to steal the prey of the wolves?"
His heart was boiling with anger. Zhe Mao was a rare warrior in the tribe. He didn't expect to die here today.
It was these people from the Wu Dynasty who brought disaster.
The wild wolves turned back, either to repay a favor or to take revenge, and there were more and more wolves here, so they must have gathered all the wolves in the no-man's land.
Lin Qingyuan also guessed that the wild sheep he had brought caused trouble.
Now being looked at by the wolves, he was already in a state of confusion. Being scolded by Balin again, he couldn't help but retort: "Don't you Di tribesmen claim to be the eagles of the grassland? Now you are even more so..."
Wu Chao from Bahrain was not very good at speaking. He opened his mouth with a string of gibbering Dilu words.