Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The cold wind on the south slope seemed to stop at that moment.

At the top of the hill, a very short, extremely cold whistle escaped from the throat of the one-eared wolf king.

Almost the instant the trembling sound subsided, the once lifeless red pine forest stirred.

Instead of rushing straight down like a reckless youth, seven or eight grayish-white figures slid down the slope silently from both sides like wisps of smoke.

These beasts spread out with remarkable skill, forming a perfect "crescent-shaped" fan, trudging through knee-deep snow without making a sound.

They were looking for the right angle, waiting for the two-legged creature to reveal even the slightest flaw.

"Black Dragon, Azure Dragon."

At Zhao Shanhe's command, the two dogs were already in an attack stance.

The Azure Dragon silently lowered its back, like a drawn black bow, tightly sealing off Zhao Shanhe's left rear side.

The black dragon suddenly took a step forward, the black hairs on its neck standing on end, and a threatening sound like muffled thunder rumbled from deep within its throat.

The distance is gradually decreasing. Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters.

The wolves patiently slowed their pace, with the two lead wolves even taking turns providing cover. One swayed to attract attention, while the other crept stealthily along the bushes.

Zhao Shanhe could even see the saliva dripping from the wolf's mouth and the foul-smelling white vapor that it exhaled with each breath.

"Snoring!"

The alpha wolf gave another low growl. Upon receiving the command, the two lead wolves suddenly lowered their bodies, slightly bent their hind legs, and arched their backs—a prelude to attack!

"Want to eat me? I'll break your teeth!"

Zhao Shanhe suddenly picked up the lever rifle, his body motionless, his fingertips lightly tapping it.

boom!

Flames erupted.

The burly wolf on the far left, which was trying to circle around, had its head smashed in mid-air as if by a hammer, and the red and white matter exploded into a cloud of blood mist in the cold wind.

Without pausing for a moment, Zhao Shanhe skillfully snapped his right index and middle fingers downwards.

Click!

The moment the brass cartridge case ejected, he had already reloaded, and the second shot followed immediately.

boom!

The bullet shattered the spine of another wolf.

This mechanical rate of fire completely disrupted the wolf pack's rhythm and thoroughly enraged the earless wolf king.

Realizing that this slow encirclement was suicidal, it suddenly raised its head and let out an extremely shrill scream.

"Awoo!"

The wolf pack has gone mad.

The remaining five wolves stopped their maneuvering and, relying on the force of their dive, pounced on the enemy from three directions simultaneously.

"Tear them apart!"

Zhao Shanhe roared.

The black dragon and the blue dragon, like two black lightning bolts, crashed directly into the swooping wolf pack.

The black dragon had truly gone mad. It rammed into the wolf directly in front of it, ignoring the wolf's sharp claws gripping its chest, and twisted its head desperately. The blue dragon, like a ghost, was responsible for filling in the gaps in the chaos, each bite taking away a piece of flesh.

Amidst the chaotic carnage, the hairs on the back of Zhao Shanhe's neck suddenly stood on end.

The one-eared wolf king never showed itself; it somehow circled around to the right of Zhao Shanhe and went behind a shady pile of stones.

Fast! Too fast!

The silver-gray shadow, like an arrow flying close to the ground, suddenly leaped forward during the gap in Zhao Shanhe's deflection, its gaping maw aimed straight for Zhao Shanhe's throat.

"You beast, I've been waiting for you for ages!"

Before Zhao Shanhe could turn his gun around, he suddenly raised the lever rifle horizontally.

Click!

The wolf fangs were firmly locked to the steel gun barrel.

The wolf king's impact, weighing over a hundred pounds, was too heavy. Zhao Shanhe felt a sharp pain in his hand, and the rifle in his hand was violently torn apart and flung several meters away by the wolf king, disappearing directly into the pile of rocks.

After landing, the wolf king braced itself with its four paws and thrust its hips forward, transforming into a gust of bloody wind and rushing towards Zhao Shanhe before he could even regain his footing.

"I'll still kill you even without a gun!"

Zhao Shanhe's eyes were bloodshot. Instead, he lunged forward, his left arm suddenly held across his face, letting the wolf king's foul-smelling mouth bite down hard on the arm guard of his pigskin vest.

crunch.

The harsh sound of his teeth grinding against the cast iron mesh made Zhao Shanhe feel the bones in his entire left arm cracking.

On the brink of life and death, Zhao Shanhe suddenly reached for his lower back with his right hand.

The broken spine of the antler handle emerged from its sheath, carrying a pale, cold light that seemed to freeze the air.

"Get down here right now!"

Zhao Shanhe roared and, with the force of the wolf king's bite, slammed it to the ground.

With his right hand gripping the broken spine, he plunged it deep into the wolf king's abdomen, which was now fully exposed from the exertion of force!

puff!

The blade pierced through, reaching deep into his lungs. Zhao Shanhe suddenly twisted and twirled his wrist.

The wolf king let out a desperate howl, and scalding wolf blood sprayed all over Zhao Shanhe's face.

He didn't stop. Riding on the wolf king, he stabbed several times with his right hand, each stab sending out a puff of hot air.

Large patches of red stains seeped into the white snow, emitting blinding white smoke.

This scene left the remaining two wolves utterly terrified.

Seeing their king's belly ripped open, they let out a desperate whimper and turned to disappear into the thick fog.

The snow-covered land returned to its deathly stillness.

Zhao Shanhe stood up, his face flushed red, the broken sword in his hand still dripping blood.

Black Dragon and Azure Dragon stood behind him, covered in wounds, with bits of meat in their mouths.

Zhao Shanhe stood in the snow for a few seconds, and the burning smell of alcohol mixed with the stench of blood in his chest gradually subsided.

He glanced down at the wolf king, whose belly was almost ripped open, then looked at his own pigskin vest, which had been torn apart but not pierced. He snorted coldly, dragged his slightly numb left arm, and stumbled toward the pile of rubble.

The rifle lay quietly in the crevice of the rock, with several indented wolf fang marks still visible on its red pine handguard.

He picked up the lever rifle, skillfully wiped the snow off the gun with his fingertips, and then pressed down and pulled it with his thumb again.

Click.

Zhao Shanhe narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the two terrified wolves that were desperately fleeing towards the end of the hillside.

He took a firm stance, the butt of his rifle pressed against his aching shoulder, his breathing became extremely even, and the sights quickly locked onto the pulsating gray shadow.

boom.

A tongue of fire, more than a meter long, erupted again. The moment the slightly larger wolf leaped over the bushes, the lead bullet pierced its back. The immense kinetic energy sent the wolf tumbling through the air before crashing to the ground, where it lay motionless.

The last wolf was terrified. It let out a mournful howl and, using the slope of the snow, desperately plunged into the deepest part of the forest.

Zhao Shanhe, his face cold, swiftly pulled the lever with his right hand.

Click.

He loaded the bullet and locked onto the target again.

Just as Zhao Shanhe was about to pull the trigger, a muffled gunshot rang out without warning from the old forest across the hillside.

"Bang"

The sound was different from the crispness of a lever rifle; it had a dull, muffled quality characteristic of old-fashioned gunpowder guns.

The moment the wolf leaped up, a lead pellet, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, precisely bit into its chest cavity.

The wolf froze mid-air as if struck by lightning, then slumped limply onto the slope, sliding down the snow for more than ten meters.

Zhao Shanhe's eyes narrowed sharply, and he pressed the muzzle of his gun down as he quickly moved closer to a red pine tree.

The black dragon and the green dragon also sensed something was wrong, and let out a low growl of alarm in their throats.

"Who?"