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The strong wind tore the snow off the bushes, and two gray-haired animals stood up from the snowdrift.

The left eye has a shriveled, bloody hole in its eye socket, while the right eye is emitting a green glow.

It was the one-eyed old wolf king.

This wicked beast dragged away educated youth from the forest farm in its past life, and today it has blocked the road at Old Bear Ridge.

"Section Chief Lu..."

Xiao Zhang's lips trembled, and he rubbed his right foot haphazardly against the brake pedal.

"Those two ahead are probably stray dogs that got lost. If I honk the horn, maybe I can shoo them away."

He reached out to pat the steering wheel.

Lu Qingshan grabbed Xiao Zhang's wrist and forcefully pulled him away.

"Don't move."

Lu Qingshan's tone was deep and resonant.

"That's an old wolf king that's eaten people. If you press down on it, it will immediately figure out our background and know that the people in the car are helpless."

Xiao Zhang was so frightened that he shrank back, his back pressed tightly against the backrest.

"A wolf...a wolf king? We haven't seen a creature this big in the forest for years."

Lu Qingshan raised his hand and pulled back the hammer of the short musket, jamming the firing pin.

He pushed the gun barrel out through the narrow gap in the car window and aimed it at the dead tree stump in front of the old wolf king.

Pull the trigger.

A burst of fire shot out from the muzzle of the gun.

Smoke and red light mingled and traveled far in the wind and snow.

The lead bullet struck the withered pine stump squarely, shattering the ice-covered wood into fragments.

The firelight illuminated the snow-covered ground in a fiery red glow.

A large patch of green light suddenly illuminated the white snow slope.

Pairs of them stretched down from the two side ridges, completely surrounding the three trucks.

Old Zhao's hoarse shouting came through the walkie-talkie.

"Section Chief Lu! Old Zhao saw everything!"

"The whole mountain is covered in green eyes, at least a huge flock!"

"The car behind wouldn't start, the heater had been off for ages, and the inside was like an icebox!"

"The two apprentices under Liu's command are starting to get dazed; they can't be woken up no matter how much you call them!"

Then came the young driver's tearful voice: "Section Chief Lu, are we going to die here?"

The carriage was deathly still.

Lu Qingshan grabbed the walkie-talkie and pressed the transmit button.

"Shut your mouths!"

He slammed his voice into the receiver.

"Can crying kill a wolf?"

"The car is beyond saving. It's only a matter of time before the radiator freezes and cracks. Staying inside the metal shell is just waiting to die."

Five minutes later, everyone abandoned the vehicle.

There was a pause on the other end of the walkie-talkie, followed by Old Zhao breathing heavily.

"Abandon the car?"

"The snow outside is almost waist-deep. Once we get out of the car, we're like live meat in the wolves' mouths!"

"If you don't get off the bus, you'll all be frozen meat in half an hour."

Lu Qingshan interrupted him directly.

"About half a mile to the east, there is a dugout left over from a logging site. It is sheltered from the wind and has thick earthen walls."

"If we get there and start a fire, we can hold out until dawn. Director Li will send someone to pick us up."

"Now listen to my orders, tear up the spare cotton-padded jackets and overcoats in the car, and wrap them tightly around your neck and wrists."

"Wear two layers of gloves, and grab the crank, steel bar, and crowbar at hand."

"As long as you have iron tools in your hands, don't let go."

Xiao Zhang sat in the passenger seat, stunned, his jaw trembling.

Lu Qingshan put away the walkie-talkie and took off the wide leather belt from his lower back.

He held the short musket close to his right hand, wrapped it tightly with a leather belt, and finally bit the belt buckle with his teeth to tighten it.

In the wilderness at minus forty degrees Celsius, hands will freeze and the gun will fall out; only by binding it tightly to the flesh can one survive.

After finishing all that, Lu Qingshan patted the green taillights under the passenger seat.

"Blue Tail, keep an eye on the flanks and rear."

The old black dog arched its back, its paws leaving several white marks on the tin floor.

Lu Qingshan turned around and stared at Xiao Zhang.

"Grip your crowbar tight."

Xiao Zhang looked down at his blackened and swollen palms, tears streaming down his face.

"Section Chief Lu, I can't get a good grip on this hand, I can't even hold the stick properly."

"Even if you can't hold it, you have to use your arm to hold it."

Lu Qingshan grabbed a sack from the car seat and quickly wrapped it around Xiao Zhang's neck.

"Follow me off the bus, don't stop walking, keep moving forward."

"Those who fall behind, even a god can't pull them back."

Lu Qingshan raised his right foot and kicked the car door with all his might.

The frozen door crack was kicked open, creating a large gash.

The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, rushed straight into the driver's cab.

As soon as the car door opened, two dark figures darted out from the snowdrift on the left.

Three gray wolves pounced down from the top of the slope, sending snow flying high with their hind paws.

The lead animal straightened in mid-air and pounced straight at Xiao Zhang on the outermost side.

Xiao Zhang screamed in fright, dropped the crowbar in his hand onto the footrest, and shrank under the seat.

Lu Qingshan stepped forward, his left foot wedging the iron footplate outside the driver's cab, while his right hand held the musket still inside.

Using the momentum of his body, he swept his right leg out, and his fur-lined boots kicked the alpha wolf in the ribs.

The gray wolf flew sideways a long way and rolled into the snow ditch, tumbling and thrashing about.

The second wolf took advantage of the wind and bit Lu Qingshan's shoulder.

Qingwei leaped out of the driver's seat and grabbed the wolf's throat in mid-air.

A man and a dog rolled around in the snow, wolf blood splattered on the white snow, steaming hot.

With a powerful jerk of its neck, Qingwei tore the laryngeal cartilage off the wolf beneath it.

The third wolf took a half step back, arched its back, and bared its sharp teeth.

Lu Qingshan bent down, grabbed Xiao Zhang by the back of his collar, and pulled the grown man directly off the car seat.

The doors of the two trucks behind were also smashed open.

Old Zhao and Da Liu, along with five young men, tumbled off the train carriage, huddled together, each holding a rusty iron crank handle and a crowbar.

Lu Qingshan shoved Xiao Zhang into the crowd, causing Lao Zhao to stumble back two steps.

"Catch him!"

Lu Qingshan roared at Lao Zhao.

"Head east into the mountain valley! Don't stop!"

"Blue Tail, hold down the left side!"

Qingwei spat out the bits of meat from its mouth, retreated to Lu Qingshan's feet, and lowered its body to stare ahead.

Old Zhao helped the limp Xiao Zhang up and wiped the ice crystals off his face.

"Section Chief Lu, what are you going to do?"

"I'll cover the rear."

Lu Qingshan raised his right hand, which was strapped with a musket, and pointed it into the dark forest ahead.

"Stay on the main road! Hold on to each other in deep snowdrifts!"

"Anyone who dares to look back, I'll shoot them first!"

Old Zhao gritted his teeth and swung the iron crank handle to smash the snow around him.

"Brothers, follow me forward! Don't cause trouble for Section Chief Lu!"

Seven or eight men lined up in a straight line, trudging through the snow into the eastern ravine.

The dazed apprentice was supported by the two men, his feet dragging in the snow, carving deep furrows.

The wind around us grew stronger.

The one-eyed old wolf king led the remaining wolf pack, moving parallel to each other not far away.

They didn't rush in.

Deep snow has exhausted its strength, and these beasts are just waiting for everyone to collapse on their own.

Lu Qingshan walked backwards with his gun in hand, his eyes scanning the dark canopy of trees on both sides.

The experience of hunting in the mountains in his previous life saved his life this time.

As long as the people don't scatter and have iron weapons, the wolf pack won't dare to attack head-on.

They are looking for lone living creatures.

The team behind them lost their composure.

Da Liu roared at the top of his lungs.

"Someone has fallen!"

"Xiao Zhang tripped over a fallen log! He can't get up!"

Lu Qingshan's heart sank, and he stopped retreating.

Two strong male wolves seized the opportunity in the woods on the right and charged down the slope.

"Don't stop!"

Lu Qingshan strode back, reached into his pocket with his right hand, pulled out a handful of gunpowder, and flung it into the snow in front of him.

He pulled the trigger of his short flintlock pistol.

Gunpowder mixed with unburnt gunpowder residue sprayed directly at the two wolves.

Heat and sparks exploded into a crimson cloud in the snow.

The male wolf leading the charge got its face burned by sparks and rolled around in the snow in pain.

The other person was blinded by the firelight and stopped abruptly, turning around and scurrying back behind the pine tree.

Lu Qingshan rushed to Xiao Zhang's side, bent down, grabbed the man who had fallen to the ground, and slapped him across the frozen face.

"Get up!"

Xiao Zhang's lip was cut, and the slap brought him back to his senses somewhat. He straightened up by digging his hands into the snow.

"Walk!"

Lu Qingshan gave him a push, shoving him against Da Liu's back.

The team moved again.

The wind and snow formed a mouthpiece at the mountain pass, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

Above the mountain ridge, the one-eyed wolf king stretched his neck and raised his head.

The green eyes around them began to move faster.

The encirclement is tightening.

"I see it! A dugout!"

Old Zhao, who was walking at the front, was filled with surprise and joy.

Beneath the dark earthen slope ahead, a row of half-collapsed red pine logs, weighed down by snow, were exposed; these were abandoned dugouts in the forest farm.

Old Zhao stumbled forward and slammed the iron crank handle in his hand against the thick wooden door.

A hole was smashed into the rotten door panel.

Old Zhao kicked open the broken wooden door, and dust and a musty smell rushed out of the room.

"Quick! Get them all inside!"

Old Zhao waved to those behind him.

Several workers scrambled and crawled into the narrow doorway.

Lu Qingshan stood guard outside the door, protecting Qingwei, and loaded the last bullet into his gun.

The wolf pack had closed in, their greedy breaths sending up plumes of white vapor in the cold wind.

"Section Chief Lu, come in quickly!"

Old Zhao inside the door shouted anxiously.

Lu Qingshan stepped back into the room, and Qingwei followed closely behind.

Old Zhao and Da Liu worked together to firmly prop the broken half of the log against the back of the door panel, securing it in the trough with two steel spikes.

Several wolf claws swished against the door, scratching the wooden planks until they shook violently.

The workers collapsed on the dry, muddy ground, panting heavily.

Lu Qingshan leaned against the earthen wall, his chest heaving violently.

A cold wind swept down the back of my neck.

The wind didn't leak in through the crack in the door.

Lu Qingshan looked up, his gaze passing through the dimly lit room.

The roof of the dugout had long been half-collapsed by the weight of the accumulated snow, and the crossbeams had broken and fallen.

A hole the size of a water vat hung conspicuously above the roof, and black winds swirled snowflakes as they poured in.

Suddenly, a huge wolf's head emerged from the broken piece of wood above.

The one-eyed wolf king stood on the edge of the collapsed wooden beam, looking down at the people huddled together inside the house.

Its single eye glowed green, and frozen saliva clung to the corner of its mouth.