There were ten long arrows in the quiver beside him. Yun Zhao pulled them out one by one, inserted them on the thick snow beside him. The long sword on his back was also untied, pulled out the sheath, and inserted it in the most convenient place. After doing all this, Yun Zhao's heart was filled with despair when he looked at the dozens of pairs of green eyes twenty or thirty meters away from him.

There, there were dozens of wild wolf bones lying, and a sharp arrow was inserted into their skulls. This was the wild wolf that fell under his arrow in the middle of the night in the battle with Yun Zhao. Their bodies had been gnawed by the living wolf, leaving only some remaining, fragmented skeletons.

Yun Zhao regrets now that he is too careless and forgets that in this desert, there are such terrifying guys living in this desert. Compared with the large beasts walking alone, wild wolves living in groups pose a much greater threat to people. If he is more careful, he can handle the bloody smell of these rabbits, pheasants and other things he hunted, and it will not attract these wild wolves who are crazy hungry.

The snow is particularly heavy this winter. For wealthy families, the thick snow may be the best time to appreciate snow, recite poems and taste wine. But for ordinary people like Yun Zhao, it is a gate of hell. He had to go deeper into the desert to find prey. The meat of the prey can help his family survive this winter. The fur of the prey can be sold at a good price after spring.

Yun Zhao looked towards his home. Tens of miles away, there was a small village called Yunjiazhuang, where he and his mother lived. If he died here today, the weak and sick mother would not be able to spend this winter alone. His heart was full of regret. He was too greedy and only thought that in winter, the Mongolians in the desert had moved far away, but they forgot that there were still these wild wolves.

Today, the moon in the sky is very white and bright. The bleak light shines on the snow, reflecting a bright light. The wolf pack in the distance shouts long howl towards the moon, which makes people frightened.

Ten arrows can only deal with ten wolves at most. For the rest, he will rely on this long sword to fight with them. Yun Zhao gritted his teeth and stared at the head wolf at the last side. If, if he was closer, he could kill him with one arrow. If he killed the head wolf, the remaining wild wolves would disperse. Unfortunately, this head wolf was too cunning and had been wandering outside his range.

He pulled out a feather arrow, put it on the string, and gently pulled his right hand. The iron bow was pulled into a full moon shape and slowly moved. Yun Zhao aimed at the wolf in the distance, and the wolf's green eyes were also staring at him. Seeing the cold light flashing on the arrow, it actually took a few steps back.

Yun Zhao put down the iron bow dejectedly. He could not risk wasting a precious feather arrow. If he could not kill the wolf, the feather arrow could at least kill a wild wolf later. In this way, he would also relieve the pressure when he fought with them.

The iron bow and more than 20 feather arrows in his hand were a few years ago. When Yun Zhao was only sixteen years old, he met a lonely Mongolian man and killed him and seized him. It was much more powerful than his hunting bow before. Moreover, these feather arrows were made of fine iron, which was very rare.

He grabbed a handful of snow and wiped it desperately for a few times. He had to stay awake, even if he was almost exhausted at this time. From the evening when he met these wild wolves that smelled blood, he had been fighting until now, this group of about thirty wolves had been shot and killed by him.

Fortunately, he found an old poster tower with only a few broken walls left. It looked like the posts set up by the government army in the early years. As the Mongolians became stronger in recent years, these posts hanging outside began to be retreated one by one, and the posts that were not managed by anyone were destroyed. Fortunately, there were still these broken walls so that he could not be attacked from both sides.

The head wolf in the distance whispered to the sky, Yun Zhao was shocked. He had been trying to make a living in the desert for many years, and knew this kind of howling. This was the head wolf's attacking signal, and the bow in his hand immediately lifted up.

Thirty meters, he could shoot five arrows at the speed of the wolf running. If the wolves slowed down due to fear in this process, he would still have a chance to shoot the ten arrows. Then, Yun Zhao bit his lip and there was no more. Even if he shot ten arrows, he could only shoot ten wolfs, and the remaining wolf would be enough to tear himself to pieces.

Sure enough, with the long howling of the wolf, the wolves that had been wandering for dozens of meters were yelling and rushing towards Yun Zhao.

He raised his hand and pulled the string. With a collapse, an arrow shot out. Yun Zhao didn't even look at the results of the battle. First, he firmly believed in his shooting skills, and second, he didn't have time to look at it.

Draw the arrow, lift the string, lift the bow, and the second arrow.

The third arrow...

Whenever the arrow was shot, a wild wolf turned over and fell to the ground. Without exception, their skull was shot through with an arrow and killed.

As Yun Zhao expected, the several wild wolves rushing in the front were shot dead, which made the wild wolves behind him hesitate. They slowed down their charge and began to hesitate. The wolf behind roared angrily, and amid his roar, the wild wolves rushed up again.

It was just a short breath that Yun Zhao won the time to shoot the five arrows next to him.

Ten arrows were shot out, and ten wolfs were killed. Yun Zhao threw away the iron bow that was usually like a lump of treasure without hesitation. He pulled out the long sword beside him with his backhand, held the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands, and roared loudly and slashed the sword down, slashing a wild wolf that was pounced on his body to the ground.

The big sword flew over, and Yun Zhao fought with the wild wolf. He did not dare to leave this short wall. Once he left, he would be attacked from all sides. Now, although there were wild wolf attacks on three sides, he could still handle it for a while.

Another wild wolf fell down, Yun Zhao's calves cooled down, and his thick cotton pants were torn. The wild wolf's sharp teeth almost passed through his calves, and blood immediately oozed out.

The fresh smell of blood excited the wild wolves, and the prey in front of them made them feel very scared, but now he was bleeding, and more than a dozen wild wolves surrounded him. The wolf in the distance was walking lightly and approaching here. The wolf was much bigger than other wild wolves.

Amid the heart-pounding howling, the wild wolf that retreated slightly pounced on him again, and the long sword slashed on the head of a wild wolf. With a sound of the sound, the long sword was broken into pieces in several times, leaving only a small part of his hand, and Yun Zhao's heart couldn't help but chill.

The wild wolf who was stabbed fell down whimperingly. The remaining wolf took a few steps back and looked at the broken knife in Yun Zhao's hand, and there seemed to be an expression of excitement in his eyes.

The head wolf seemed to feel that the threat from the difficult opponent in front of him had been minimized, and trotted over from behind with elegant steps. The wild wolf in front consciously gave up a seat.

One man and one wolf, glaring at him.

"I won't die, I'm going to kill you all!" Yun Zhao suddenly looked up at the sky and screamed. With the sound of the slap, he pounced on him desperately and pounced on the wolf.

As if frightened by Yun Zhao's howling, the wolf actually took two steps back, then exerted force on his hind legs and rushed up. The remaining wild wolf rushed up and surrounded Yun Zhao in the middle.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Waving the broken knife, Yun Zhao rushed left and right, and the thick cotton jacket and trousers on his body were torn to pieces, revealing Yun Zhao's strong muscles.

The broken knife was inserted into the flank of a wild wolf, but then there was no time to pull it out. The other wild wolf pounced on it, and Yun Zhao was now bare-handed.

Yun Zhao was desperate.

However, in despair, the sound of a crisp horse bell suddenly sounded in the wilderness. Not far away, several horses ran towards this side while the snow was covered.

"Help!" Seeing the hope of living in despair, Yun Zhao suddenly added countless strength to his body, punching a wild wolf and falling to the ground with one punch.

"There are wolves over there, and there are wolves attacking people!" A call came from a distance, and the sound of horse hooves significantly accelerated.

Yun Zhao finally fell to the ground with exhaustion. The wolf howling howled and pounced on the air, and opened his fishy mouth that was drooling with salivation.

With a whoosh, Yun Zhao heard the familiar sound of feather arrows breaking through the air. The head wolf in the air screamed shrillly and fell down. A feather arrow shot into his left ear and shot out his right ear, killing him with one arrow. The head wolf fell on Yun Zhao's body, and the huge wolf head was facing Yun Zhao's face. In the two green eyes, the spirit had gradually disappeared.

Feather arrows kept ringing, and the remaining wild wolves that were fleeing were shot down on the snow one by one.

Yun Zhao's whole body seemed to be disintegrating, and he slept softly on the snow, just wanting to have a good sleep.
Chapter completed!