Chapter 62: The Great Werewolf War

  Thanks for the rewards from "Zhao Wu Xu 2014", "Dai Wo Cheng", "Mei Ying - Bing Xin" and "Guang Hui De Xian Zhang".

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  Ma Xiu led fifty cavalrymen and had just rushed out of the mountain pass when they were met with a shocking scene before their eyes.

  A pack of wolves! The dense gray wolves, black wolves, and blue wolves are all over the vast wilderness. The sound of their howling makes one's legs tremble with fear. Even the war horses are terrified, backing away with a start and whinnying nervously.

  If you sit on the mountain top and look down, you can see a pack of wolves forming concentric circles, their heads raised, white teeth bared, howling at a tall camphor tree that two people could encircle with their arms. From among the branches and leaves of the tree, arrows are shot out from time to time. Each arrow either pierces a wolf's head or penetrates its body, with a powerful force, not one arrow misses its mark.

  The grey wolf that was shot and fell to the ground let out a mournful howl, but before it had even died, its own kind swarmed over it, biting and tearing at it for just a short while, until nothing was left but a skeleton, clean as if washed by water... More ferocious wolves surrounded the tree trunk, ceaselessly pouncing on it, leaving countless teeth marks and scratch scars on the trunk. From afar, the lower five feet of the tree trunk seemed to have been gnawed away in a circle.

  Although they were far apart, the fresh air brought by Ma Huan's group still alerted the wolf pack. Pairs of yellow-green eyes scanned over, gloomy and eerie, making one's hair stand on end. The fluffy heads were stained with clotted blood, their nostrils flared, emitting a foul odor, their open mouths dripping with a thick mixture of fresh blood and saliva, and between their teeth, remnants of shredded flesh could be clearly seen.

  Tang Nu and the White Wolf Cavalry were also seasoned warriors who had been through bloody battles, but seeing the scene before them, their scalps still felt numb, and their fingers on the bow handles turned white. This situation made them deeply admire the archer standing between the trees, shooting and killing the ferocious wolves - to single-handedly lure the wolves, fight alone against a hundred beasts, this required not only great courage but also immense self-confidence.

  Ma Hu led the fifty White Wolf Cavalry into battle, originally intending to let them attract the wolf pack and facilitate his own actions. However, upon taking a look, he found that it was no longer necessary, as someone else had already taken on this task and firmly attracted the wolf pack's attention. Ma Hu quickly adjusted his plan, ordering Tang Nu to lead the White Wolf Cavalry in laying an ambush ten miles away. Once the wolf pack dispersed, they would encircle and annihilate them. Meanwhile, Ma Hu dismounted his horse, took down two bows, and then mounted another horse carrying two large bags of arrows.

  These two large bags of arrows have as many as 500 arrows, including pure iron arrows, wolf-toothed arrows, three-edged arrows, white-feathered arrows and other light and heavy arrows, weighing over 100 kilograms, tied together with two thick ropes. Ma Hong held the five-stone bow in his hand, carried the magic-eye bow on his back, wore a knife and axe at his waist, and made a gesture of immediate action to Tang Nu. Then he slapped the horse's buttocks violently and rushed towards a forest near the mountain foot behind the wolf pack.

  Under the tense gaze of Tan Nu and his White Wolf Cavalry, the city guard whipped his horse's buttocks, slowly approaching the forest. At this time, he finally attracted the attention of the wolf pack, and dozens of gray wolves rushed over with a roar. At this time, the poor horse was already scared to death, and even the whip and spur could not urge it on.

  Ma Huan quickly dismounted, took down the arrows and quiver, slung them over his back, and sprinted towards a forest thirty paces away. As he reached the edge of the woods, the pack of wolves closing in on him was less than thirty paces behind. Ma Huan swiftly tossed the two large bags of arrows at the nearest branch, and they hung stably from it. Then with a nimble leap, his fingers curled like hooks, alternating hands, he climbed up the big tree as agilely as a cat.

  Just as the foot was withdrawn, the swift claw of a grey wolf pounced over, and with a thud, left three deep scratches on the tree trunk. Looking again at that poor nag, it had already fallen to its knees, its body crawling with vicious wolves...

  The White Wolf Cavalry let out a long sigh of relief, putting their minds at ease. As long as the city's defenses were up to par, these evil wolves would be waiting for death! With that, they heard another call and galloped away like the wind.

  Ma Huan held the bow in his hand, with an arrow on the string, but he didn't rush to shoot the wolf. He narrowed his eyes and stared intently at a figure 200 steps away, hidden in the dense green shadows - it was indeed a person, half-hidden behind a tree, only revealing their left shoulder and half of their profile. The distance was too far, and the dense foliage blocked the view, plus the dim light between the treetops made it hard to see clearly, but from the sharp outline, he could tell it was a man.

  When Ma Huan stared at the other side, the shooting frequency between the trees in the distance also paused for a moment. Ma Huan also felt that the other side had swept him with his eyes. Of course, neither of them could see each other's appearance clearly.

  Ma Hu smiled slightly and suddenly shouted loudly: "Brother on the opposite side, killing for half a day is also tiring, take a break, let me come next!" After finishing, he raised his hand and shot an arrow, piercing the throat of the vicious wolf that was jumping happily under the tree, with the bloody arrow passing through its brain from behind.

  With this arrow as the starting point, Ma Xun's bowstring vibrated frequently, like flowing water, one arrow after another, as if strung together in a line. Just as the first wolf was nailed to the ground by an arrow, another wolf that had leapt into mid-air was almost simultaneously shot by a strong arrow and thrown backward, heavily crashing to the ground.

  In less than ten breaths, the more than thirty ferocious wolves that chased and bit were all slaughtered, wolf corpses scattered everywhere, not even giving their own kind time to devour the flesh.

  The archer on the opposite tree was probably also stunned and didn't respond for a long time.

  Ma Xun's crazy stormy shooting not only failed to scare away the wolf pack, but instead provoked their beastly nature, and they all rushed towards him with a loud howl.

  "Welcome! I'm not afraid of you coming, but I'm afraid you'll run away!" Ma Xun bit his mouth on an arrow shaft, then stretched out his hand to draw out another arrow, grasping it in the palm of his hand. His right hand drew the arrow and plucked the string with a movement as fast as a phantom, almost without aiming, one arrow hitting its mark after another.

  Some ferocious wolves were shot in mid-air with an arrow through their abdomen, with blood lines like a bow; some ferocious wolves were shot from top to bottom with an arrow through the brain, nailed to the ground; some were pierced by arrows and could not die for a while, but were instead bitten alive by their own kind; others had just opened their bloody mouths to show off on the tree, only to be shot by an arrow that entered through the mouth and exited from the buttocks...

  Wu Shi Gong, shooting targets within fifty steps, and so dense, Ma Han completely does not need to aim, relying solely on hand feeling, can achieve arrow no empty shot. He felt that after the battle of Bai Zhangxia, his archery skills had made significant progress, reaching the point where he did not need to use his eyes to aim, but rather "hand aiming". Only by reaching this level can one shoot both quickly and accurately, worthy of being called a true violent shooter.

  No matter how fast Ma Hu shoots, no matter how dense the wolf pack is, he always shoots one arrow at a time, not the legendary two arrows or three arrows in one shot. Shooting with two or three arrows at the same time sounds cool, but it's actually nonsense. If you shoot two arrows at the same time, you don't even know where they will fly to, let alone hitting two fixed targets, not to mention shooting and killing two moving targets without rules. Not to mention the bow and arrow, this kind of primitive weapon, even if you have a big sniper rifle in one hand, it is impossible to shoot at two targets at the same time.

  After Ma Huan shot out a hundred arrows, the wolf corpses were piled up on the ground, and the originally dense wolf pack suddenly became sparse. Many wolves had hung their tails and let out low growls, slowly dispersing and retreating. Even ferocious wolves began to feel afraid.

  At this moment, Ma Huan discovered a peculiar cyan wolf. This wolf was originally mixed in the wolf pack and was not easily noticeable, but when the wolves dispersed, it stood out. Its body shape was sturdy, its mouth was long and narrow, its limbs were strong and powerful, its fur was grayish-blue and shiny, and its cold wolf eyes revealed a bloodthirsty ferocity.

  "King of Wolves!" Ma Hong's intuition told him that this was the leader of the pack.

  Shoot it down and the wolf pack will disperse. Leave the remaining hundred or so beasts for Tang Nu and his men to clean up.

  Ma Huan immediately drew out a three-edged heavy arrow and aimed at the big green wolf one hundred paces away.

  The wolf king seemed to sense danger too, constantly weaving in and out of the pack, its running route also suddenly left and right, elusive and unpredictable.

  Suddenly, the wolf king leapt up to avoid the high pile of wolf corpses in front. But at that very moment, whoosh-whoosh-two arrow shadows flew out from the dense foliage of the treetops, traversing a hundred paces, almost simultaneously, intersecting and piercing the wolf king's massive skull.

  Blood splattered everywhere, wolves howled as if crying.

  The wolf king is killed, and the wolf pack scatters.