Arriving at the foot of the mountain, in a valley, there was thick snow, with their backs against the cliff. A few people chose a few slightly thicker firewood branches and built a guardrail around it. Everyone hid in the guardrail, which can be regarded as a kind of guardrail.
A simple fortification. With guardrails, it can at least defend against the first wave of attacks from the wolves.
"Light the fire!" Wei Li shouted.
"There's no lighter and no matches!" Rongcheng was stunned.
Everyone searched all over, but couldn't find a tool that could light it. Wushuang frowned and said, "Let's use the most primitive method of making fire!"
After saying that, Wushuang found a handful of dry moss, then found a branch, and began to use the most primitive friction to make fire. Making fire by friction is indeed a bit difficult for ordinary people in the market, but for Wushuang, such an activity
It was so easy. As long as you mastered the speed and strength, it was relatively easy to drill wood and make fire. Wushuang kept rubbing, and soon, a trace of white smoke came out.
"It's burning, it's burning!" Rong Hai suddenly exclaimed.
Everyone gathered around and looked at Wushuang in surprise and admiration. Although they had acquired such knowledge from textbooks, they were never able to put it into practice. It was a long process to move from theory to practice.
Ouch, ouch, ouch...
The sky finally turned dark, and the time for the wolves to move around came. From the snowdrifts, gray wolves jumped out one after another, and they jumped out of the mountain forest in groups. The peculiar smell at the bottom of the mountain had attracted their sense of smell.
"No, the wolf is coming!" Rong Hai exclaimed.
"Be vigilant!" Wushuang decisively took out the military thorn from his arms.
The fire was already lit. I kept adding more firewood to it, and the fire started to burn quickly. Instead of scaring away the wolves, the fire attracted the wolves one after another. The wolves surrounded me from all directions. About one person
There were more than a hundred of them, and the leader was a golden-haired wolf king. It stood on a hill, raised its head, and roared.
Snow was flying heavily in the sky, everything was gray, and the sky was completely dark. The last light completely disappeared at the end of the mountain, and the wolves slowly surrounded them from the top of the mountain and ran towards the valley.
"Attention, everyone, draw your swords and prepare to attack. Try to avoid close combat." Wushuang warned nervously. When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, in a valley, with thick snow and their backs against the cliff, a few people chose a few slightly thicker ones.
Some firewood branches were used to build a guardrail around it, and everyone hid in the guardrail. The guardrail was also a simple defense. With the guardrail, at least the first wave of attacks by the wolves could be defended.
"Light the fire!" Wei Li shouted.
"There's no lighter and no matches!" Rongcheng was stunned.
Everyone searched all over, but couldn't find a tool that could light it. Wushuang frowned and said, "Let's use the most primitive method of making fire!"
After saying that, Wushuang found a handful of dry moss, then found a branch, and began to use the most primitive friction to make fire. Making fire by friction is indeed a bit difficult for ordinary people in the market, but for Wushuang, such an activity
It was so easy. As long as you mastered the speed and strength, it was relatively easy to drill wood and make fire. Wushuang kept rubbing, and soon, a trace of white smoke came out.
"It's burning, it's burning!" Rong Hai suddenly exclaimed.
Everyone gathered around and looked at Wushuang in surprise and admiration. Although they had acquired such knowledge from textbooks, they were never able to put it into practice. It was a long process to move from theory to practice.
Ouch, ouch, ouch...
The sky finally turned dark, and the time for the wolves to move around came. From the snowdrifts, gray wolves jumped out one after another, and they jumped out of the mountain forest in groups. The peculiar smell at the bottom of the mountain had attracted their sense of smell.
"No, the wolf is coming!" Rong Hai exclaimed.
"Be vigilant!" Wushuang decisively took out the military thorn from his arms.
The fire was already lit. I kept adding more firewood to it, and the fire started to burn quickly. Instead of scaring away the wolves, the fire attracted the wolves one after another. The wolves surrounded me from all directions. About one person
There were more than a hundred of them, and the leader was a golden-haired wolf king. It stood on a hill, raised its head, and roared.
Snow was flying heavily in the sky, everything was gray, and the sky was completely dark. The last light completely disappeared at the end of the mountain, and the wolves slowly surrounded them from the top of the mountain and ran towards the valley.
"Attention everyone, draw your sword and prepare to attack. Please try to avoid close combat." Wushuang warned nervously.
