Everyone was awakened, the car windows were opened one after another, and hundreds of black guns were pointed at the people coming from the mountain. Yun Rong also woke up from his concentration, and saw the people here raising their guns, fearing that they would accidentally injure someone.
She quickly shouted: "Put down your guns, don't shoot!" She is the leader of this operation, and more importantly, Lin Yang's lover. Who dares not to listen? Sure enough, they all put down their guns, but still stared nervously.
The approaching crowd from the mountains.
As we got closer, it turned out that these people were carrying a push of dried purple with long hatchets. The one at the head was an old man. He said loudly: "Someone in our village saw your car stuck here. It's so cold in the cold weather."
It’s easy, let’s bring some firewood over so you can keep warm!”
All the people breathed a sigh of relief, opened the car door and jumped out of the car. In such bad weather, and they had to go over the mountains, they didn't know how to express their gratitude, so they had to take out the best food they brought to entertain these kind-hearted mountains.
civil.
The old man took out a bottle of shochu from his arms and said, "We have brought a bottle of wine for each of you. The weather is just right to keep out the cold!" As he said this, he handed the wine to Yun Rong in front of him.
Yun Cong was grateful in his heart, "Old man, why did you come here in the middle of the night when the weather is so cold? Thank you very much!"
The old man smiled "haha" and said, "We came here in the afternoon. Who knew that the mountain road would be so difficult to walk this time, and it was all blocked by heavy snow. We also spent time in the mountains to find some firewood to cut and carry, so we took the risk.
It’s time.”
The mountain people used hatchets to smash the thick ice on the road. Everyone took out animal skin mats, lit a fire, and made some hot food to eat together. Everyone drank the white wine they brought, and everyone drank it.
Being slowly dispersed, they felt that their bodies and minds were burning hot.
After Yun Rong inquired, he learned that these mountain people were from Shuangshui Village on the other side of the mountain. This village only had a population of a hundred households and was almost isolated from the world. However, every time the mountain is blocked by heavy snow or when there is a disaster, there are always many convoys carrying them.
They provide food and daily necessities to support them. Therefore, the mountain people have a good impression of "outsiders" and always try their best to help if they encounter someone in trouble.
These people are extremely simple and kind. Yun Rong can tell from their words and actions that their thoughts seem to be stuck in the era of decades ago. Everyone talks and laughs, and the cold night no longer seems deserted and long.
"Ouch." Suddenly a shrill howl of a wolf came from far away. The old man who was talking to Yun Rong with a smile on his face suddenly stood up and shouted: "There are wolves! Let's get together, there are no wolves."
Stand inside!" He looked serious and his words were full of majesty.
Yun Rong's heart tightened. When he looked into the distance, there were thousands of green lights flashing faintly. There were really wolves! "Everyone, get together and hurry up!" Yun Rong immediately ordered as the old man wanted.
Counting the mountain people, more than 300 people gathered together. The light of hundreds of flashlights shone forward at the same time. Under the light, everyone immediately saw the scene in front of them clearly. Thousands of huge mountains were covered in darkness.
The wolf is slowly approaching.
The old man gasped and murmured to himself: "It's the Mountain Sweeper Wolf! Two generations have disappeared, let's meet him this time!"
Yun Rong hurriedly asked him, the old man, "What is Mountain Sweeping Wolf?"
The old man waved his hand and said, "My dear, we don't have time to say more. Your men have guns. Fire a few shots quickly to see if you can scare away the wolves."
Before the old man could finish speaking, the first few escorts had already opened fire. These two men were special forces in the army and their marksmanship was extremely accurate. Although they could only use the light of a flashlight and were hundreds of meters away, "
Bang bang" Two bursts of shooting brought the two big wolves to the ground.
"Bang bang." More people fired. The wolves panicked and retreated one after another. After a while, they disappeared into the dark night. The old man looked longingly for a while and then let out a long sigh of relief, "They are all brothers in the army, right?"
?That’s good, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with these mountain-sweeping wolves!”
Everyone asked what a mountain wolf was. The old man held his beard and said, "I've only seen this mountain wolf before. They come in groups. I don't know why there are such wolves gathered in a group. There are as few as hundreds."
If there are more, there will be thousands or tens of thousands of mountain wolves. They are just like when the Japanese army raided the country, they ate everything they could eat wherever they went, leaving no one alive."
The old man's eyes showed sadness, "That's how my father went, before I was born. There were many wild animals in this place, and there were also many wolves. Now that the mountains are covered with snow, the wolves can't find anything to eat, so they want to sweep the mountains to eat.
Humans! But we can't let them get away with it this time!" The old man was obviously very resentful of these wolves, and the hatred of his father's death was still in his heart.
Many people don't take the wolves seriously. They wonder how many wolves they can't kill if they have guns in their hands. For half an hour, the wolves seem to have really disappeared, and there has been no movement.
At this moment, a mountain man suddenly opened his eyes wide, pointed at the mountain opposite and shouted: "They're going around the mountain!" Everyone was startled and looked around, only to find that countless green eyes were all over the mountains and plains, looking at people like them.
Surround.
One of the escorts shouted loudly: "Gather into a defensive circle, quickly!" He made a gesture, which is a rallying gesture in the military. The escorts immediately called everyone together and everyone gathered in one place.
More than a hundred people with guns stood outside, staring ahead, ready to shoot at any time.
These wolves were extremely cunning and seemed to understand the power of guns. They all wandered very far away, constantly harassing small groups. "Bang bang." Scattered guns rang out from time to time, and many wolves fell to the ground.
Another ten minutes passed, "Ouch." Suddenly there was a very loud howl, and mountain wolves from all directions were approaching the crowd at the same time. They were running extremely fast, and their eyes glowed with a cold light.
"Swiss." The wolf's claws made a strange sound when stepping on the ice and snow.
"Fire!" one person shouted, and hundreds of submachine guns spit out long tongues of flame. After a wave of fire, hundreds of wolves fell to the ground. But the wolves seemed determined to rush into the crowd, and they paid no attention to the dead ones.
Companions and successors continued to attack fiercely like a frenzy.
There was a wolf that ran as fast as lightning, avoiding countless bullets, and rushed to a position only three meters away from the defense circle. "Bang." A man with quick hands and quick eyes shot the mountain wolf to death with a flick of his hand.
"Ouch." There was another howl, and the mountain wolves charged harder. "Hey." One of the escorts pulled out a short knife from his leg, and with a "pounce" sound, he killed the approaching wolf. His bullet
The shooting had already been completed, and no one would have thought that they would encounter such a large pack of wolves. Therefore, each of them only brought two or three magazines. Even if one bullet was used to kill a wolf, it might not be enough.
"Guard from behind!" the old man shouted, and the mountain people roared and backed up behind the guards on the outside, ready to replace them at any time.
The shooting turned into a hand-to-hand fight, and with a muffled groan, one person was finally injured by the claws of a wolf. The thick cotton clothes on his thighs were torn to pieces, and a piece of flesh was left bleeding. Immediately, a mountain man took his place.
He yelled and waved the hatchet, and chopped the head of a mountain wolf in front of him with one blow.