The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 92 A good horse will eat the grass it has already grazed!
Fatty's childlike words did not bring any sense of relaxation to the tense adults.

The horses became even more uneasy.

Gan Minglan pulled Fatty and Luo Shi off the horse.

He patted the chestnut horse's rump, letting it roam freely.

Tangtang understood what she meant and ran to the back of the line.

This? ? ?
Gan Minglan was furious; she had been looked down upon by a horse!
Does she feel safer with those officials than with her?
Not far away, Madam Lü pursed her lips as she watched the old woman and children dismount.

No man can run as fast as a horse.
She had already told the official who was leading the horses that if they lost control of the situation, he should ride the horses and lead them away.

They even made the officials drag her two rented horses to the front of the procession.

Zuo Wenkang directed the men, who were in a great hurry, to search for suitable weapons on the spot.

What else is there in the mountain valleys besides rocks?

Then let's throw stones at the wolf!

Pick up more and pile them together for easy access.

Just as they were in complete chaos, the wolf packs from the three hilltops had already assembled.

At first glance, I estimate there are no fewer than sixty.

The officers' hands, holding the iron rulers, were trembling.

Is it really okay to use this thing to fight wolves?
No, there's no other choice!
The leader surnamed Mao, covered in sweat, ran up to Gan Minglan and asked anxiously:

"Scholar's wife, your friend from the martial arts world is about to show up again, isn't he? With so many wolves, we're not confident we can protect everyone."

Gan Minglan: "I'm not in much trouble protecting myself! Besides, isn't Hangu Pass off a place where ordinary people aren't allowed to leave? He's probably already gone ahead of us by taking a detour."

Oh right, they're taking the ancient road now, and they were only allowed to pass under special circumstances.

The leader surnamed Mao was almost frantic with worry!
You, a butcher, can protect yourself, but we can't!
Gan Minglan: Look at me, my surname is Yuan (冤), and I have some kind of saintly constitution?!

Besides, you still have some iron tools. Seventy people can attract half of the wolf pack, can you do that?
As a pregnant woman six months along, she couldn't very well steal the limelight from the proper officials.

She only allowed Luo and She to bring their two children and hide behind her, with their backs pressed against the cliff.

Looking at the familiar pig-slaughtering knife in her daughter-in-law's hand, Luo's heart, which had been pounding in her chest, slowly calmed down.

Okay, okay, I've got the butcher's knife in hand, all set.

Fatty and Zuo Chixia stared intently at their mother/aunt Xi Shi.

What's with the feeling of anticipation?

The wolves leaped through the valley, indulging in the silky smoothness.

All they could see were those five plump four-legged creatures.

They didn't even consider those weaklings to be a threat.

"Awoo!" That was the command to attack.

Gan Minglan has excellent eyesight.

She clearly saw the first nine-headed wolves charging down from the three wolf packs. Their movements didn't seem very agile, and two of them were limping.
An old wolf and a sick wolf?
Do these guys even know the story of Tian Ji's horse racing strategy?

Why send the weakest fighters to be cannon fodder?

That's amazing!
Their division of labor is very clear.

Four old wolves rushed toward the two horses belonging to the Lü family and their children, while the other five followed the two mounted leaders and the chestnut horse Tangtang.

People who didn't understand stared wide-eyed: They were specifically targeting the labor force to fight?

When the wolves got close, they realized that the wolves were after the five horses!

After the officials realized what was happening, they continued to drive the constables away with their iron rulers.

Their most valuable possessions are these few horses, which they rely on to earn money by selling their labor to reach the border town.

Nobody wants to pay out of their own pocket.

The iron ruler in his hand left afterimages as he swung it!
Zuo Wenkang and more than a hundred other men threw rocks at the four old wolves, which were quickly knocked down.

The old wolf let out a mournful howl before it died.

"Awooooo"

The wolf king sounded the battle horn.

The second group immediately rushed down the mountain.

Their sleek lines and physique, along with their lightning speed, proclaimed that they were not the same kind of creature as the old guys in front of them.

Gan Minglan swallowed hard: This fur is really good! It's shiny and smooth, I want it! Just moments ago, the two groups of men in front and behind thought that killing wolves wouldn't be difficult, but soon screams of agony erupted.

"Ah! My arm!"

"Hit it! Hit it!"

The eighteen war wolves quickly broke through the encirclement of the two-legged beasts.

The four-legged creatures are coming!

Tangtang's thigh was then bitten by a ravenous wolf.

It grimaced in pain, and the hairs on its entire body stood on end.

What?! These male bipeds are all weaklings!

The female two-legged creature next to that cute little one exudes an even stronger aura.

The chestnut horse desperately tried to shake off the hungry wolf on its thigh and staggered toward Gan Minglan.

Fatty stomped his feet, "Mom, quickly help Tangtang fight off the stray dog! The stray dog ​​is biting her, it's bad!"

"Got it!"

Someone who had just felt offended by the chestnut horse immediately switched to being a doting mother.

She waved to the horse that was turning around, urging it to run over quickly.

Even as the horse was running for its life, the wolf warrior did not let go.

Its canines were stuck in its leg bone, and it was biting hard, trying to tear the bone and flesh off together.

Once you bite off a piece, it's a really big chunk.

The wolf couldn't bear to part with it.

It was this very persistence that cost it its life as a wolf.

The ruthless butcher: As long as she doesn't pay with her life or go to jail, she's willing to kill anything!
Wolves are just a bit thinner in the neck!

The chestnut horse felt that the bad thing that had been biting its thigh just a moment ago had suddenly let go.

It turned around and saw that the bad guy was already lying on the ground!
Ignoring the burning pain in her thigh and the bloody wound, the chestnut horse stretched its big head in front of Gan Minglan and kept rubbing its face against hers.

"Neigh, neigh."

You're amazing, you female two-legged creature!

Fatty and Zuo Chixia clapped: His mother/his Aunt Xi Shi is really amazing, really amazing!

Mrs. She and Mrs. Luo were so excited that they held hands.

They could see it more clearly than anyone else: Fatty's mother killed the wolf without even breaking a sweat; it was far too easy for her!
Oh dear, it's so safe with her in front of me.

It's actually not safe either.

The chestnut-red horse is like a moving, fragrant mountain of meat.

It quickly attracted four second-tier wolves.

The male wolves, who had always disregarded any females, immediately sounded the alarm upon seeing the wolf carcass lying before Gan Minglan:
This female bipedal creature holding a powerful tool looks quite formidable!
The four wolves split into four directions and drove her into an encirclement.

However, before they could pounce...

That female two-legged creature actually made the first move.

Her speed and strength were unprecedented, unlike anything ever seen in a wolf's life.

The wolf only felt a blur before its eyes.

The goal simply vanished.

Immediately afterwards, it felt like something was poked into my neck.

Then, a string of blood droplets flew into the sky.

Those that fly are naturally made from wolf blood!

When did pregnant female two-legged creatures become so terrifyingly powerful?

The four wolves died without ever understanding why!
They certainly didn't know that the zombies and mutated beasts of the apocalypse were far more powerful than them.

The ordinary people who survive ten years after the apocalypse are not weaklings.

Moreover, he's a superhuman!
Gan Minglan was very satisfied!

She wanted to tan the five wolf pelts, and then have the cheap man make a fur coat for each member of the family!

(End of this chapter)