our family is gone

Chapter 364 Witness Your Courage
When Lance opened up the farm, he avoided the north, because it was difficult to work on the ancestor's site there, and the selected locations were finally determined after inspecting the surroundings in advance and there were not too many strange things.

But it is still possible to attract the attention of the enemy, so Lance will arrange the garrison.

Fifty professional soldiers, this force may not be able to gather in some towns in the Hamlet area, even if the farm encounters enemies, it will have the power to resist.

Of course, if he really can't handle it, he will naturally have a plan with his cautious personality.

Not only the soldiers knew the meaning of the beacon fire, but everyone on the farm was repeatedly told that seeing this thing meant danger, and they had to go back quickly.

"Let's go! Let's go back quickly." Without much hesitation, the boy carried the hay basket on his back, and dragged his sister to run towards the farm.

As soon as he ran out, the boy could see that many people around him were in the same situation, and they all rushed back after seeing the wolf smoke.

It's just that compared to the size of adults, the two little guys can't run fast.

Not to mention the disadvantages in physical strength, the two of them were a little out of breath after running a few steps.

Who doesn't know how to run fast by throwing away the basket, but sometimes the most terrible punishment that poverty inflicts on people is that it distorts their values.

The so-called stinginess shown by ordinary people is more reluctant.

Both the basket and the sickle are collar tools that do not belong to them, and their family situation cannot bear the consequences of losing them. He is afraid that if he loses these things, he will even lose his job of mowing the lawn.

Sometimes it's not stupid, it's just... that's the reality.

"Brother, I can't run anymore." The younger sister stopped suddenly, panting heavily and couldn't even stand upright.

"I can't stop, I can't stop." The boy muttered, the hand holding his sister became tighter, his eyes kept sweeping around, and he found that he was already lagging behind the others.

In the process of fleeing, he learned many things, one of which is that he must never be left behind, as long as he can run faster than others, he can survive.

This kind of experience happened more than once, whether they were facing bandits, armed nobles, or wild wild beasts, they all survived.

It's just that there are too many people weaker than them among the refugees, but here, it's obvious that they are the weakest.

will also be eliminated...

What exactly happened?
The boy was quite calm, he turned his head frequently to find the cause of the incident, and also to beware of possible enemies.

And that's how he saw the strange man rushing out of the forest, and those ferocious wolves.

Even just seeing him from a distance can feel despair, as long as the people of the empire have heard of that cruel and bloodthirsty barbarian.

But at this time, those barbarians had already moved, and the wild white wolves rushed out first, and one of them was obviously eyeing the pair of brothers and sisters.

The boy didn't even notice the white wolf rushing towards him, he could only pull his sister with all his strength and continue walking towards the farm.

All he could see was the farm that was getting closer.

As long as I can... as long as I can get to that place...

But no matter how hard they ran, they couldn't outrun the four-legged white wolf. They only heard a little movement behind them, and the inspiration to climb out of the pile of dead people instantly covered the boy's body like an electric shock.

At that last moment, he directly pulled his sister into his arms and hugged him tightly, and in the next second, he felt a powerful force coming from behind, directly knocking him into the air, rolling on the ground a few times before stopping.

After being hit so hard, the boy got up from the ground very quickly, and his body was not even injured, but the rattan basket behind his back was torn to pieces.

I'm afraid it was this rattan basket that blocked the white wolf's pounce just now, and since the ground here is flat and soft, rolling a few times on it did not cause any injuries other than being a little embarrassed.

But now is not the time to pay attention to this. The boy also pulled his sister up from the ground to protect him behind him, while he was staring at the white wolf.

Facing the white wolves trained by the Wolf Fang Tribe fed with human flesh, even an adult would feel fear, let alone two children under ten years old.

The white wolf showed a playful expression towards the boy, but it made people feel cruel.

The boy didn't understand, but he could feel the killing intent emanating from the white wolf. The increasing pressure almost crushed him, and his breathing became heavy unconsciously.

No!

Now is not the time to give up.

The boy gritted his teeth, and even his face became hideous. They were the only mother, and he had to protect his sister.

A force surged out of that thin body out of thin air.

"Follow me." The boy let go of his sister's hand, and without waiting for a response, he shook his shoulders and threw the tattered rattan basket behind him towards the white wolf.

The white wolf easily pulled it away, and the rattan basket was thrown on the ground without causing any harm, but the boy took advantage of the moment it was thrown.

It's just that he didn't choose to run away, but rushed towards the other side, quickly stepped across and reached for the ground, and the scythe that fell out of the basket just now fell into his hand again.

And the younger sister was not frightened by the attack just now, nor was she scared to move by the white wolf, nor did she hesitate to follow the boy when he set off.

They all crawled out of the pile of dead people, and if their feet were really soft, they wouldn't be able to live now.

Fear can't defeat her, because her brother is right in front of her!
When the white wolf realized that the boy had regained his footing, he exchanged the tattered rattan basket for the scythe in his hand, which meant that his choice was not to run away, but to fight.

Because he knew very well that he couldn't win just now, turning around and running away at this distance is a dead end. After all, there is no second rattan basket to save his life.

It can only be said that this person is really big-hearted. Under such circumstances, he can still think calmly, observe the surrounding situation keenly to make choices, and dare to fight hard.

But what straddled him was absolute strength.

Among the barbarians, even humans have no moral concepts, let alone wolves, and even wolves instinctively prefer the weak, so that they will not be counterattacked and will not be injured.

They don't mind pointing their fangs at the young and old, for them the law of the jungle is the truth.

But now this "cub" wants to resist, which arouses the white wolf's interest in hunting even more, pacing forward.

"Run when I call you, don't look back!"

"Don't! Let's go together." The younger sister seemed to realize something. Two lines of hot tears were left on her face, which hadn't cried just now, and she bit her lip so hard that it even bled.

"At least one of us can run away if we go separately. Mother is waiting for us at home, do you know?"

The boy was terribly calm, and even his words revealed a desperate attitude.

"Come on!"

The boy yelled, and his sister turned and ran without hesitation. At this moment, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The white wolf was right in front of him, and the moment he saw his sister leaving, he rushed up at a high speed. It was impossible for him to let his prey escape.

But standing in front of it is a real brave man!
He had no intention of running away at all, even if he guessed the consequences.

If one of the two had to stay, it could only be him.

The pressure that almost suffocated him turned into strength at this moment - firmness! ! !
The surge of adrenaline made the boy forget his fear, and without hesitation he picked up his scythe and rushed towards the white wolf, trying to stop it desperately to buy more time for his sister.

But the white wolf, who had experienced many battles, was not afraid of the iron scythe, and rushed forward.

He just raised his paw and slapped his whole body away, and the sickle in his hand fell along with it.

The gap in strength was too great, and the sickle didn't even touch it during this process.

But this time, there was no rattan basket to block him, and the sharp claws that could tear apart the tough bark of the rattan basket slapped him firmly.

How can the thin body that is already malnourished bear it?
Just one moment made him feel like he was falling into the clouds, and the adrenaline subsided in the next second, only to feel intense pain rushing to his brain in an instant, and the internal organs were smashed into mud, which almost made him faint.

The boy suppressed the pain and looked down, only then did he find that his chest was soaked in blood, the clear scratches tore his clothes, and fell into the flesh, and he even felt that his ribs were broken.

The pain kept pounding his brain, but at this moment he couldn't fall down, because the blurred vision saw that the wolf gave up on him and went after his sister directly.

The boy didn't even have the strength to stand up, he could only watch the white wolf keep approaching his sister.

And the younger sister who kept running towards the rising sun seemed to disappear in the hot sun.

"No..." The boy tried to reach out, he wanted to grab...catch...

Seemingly hearing her brother's voice from behind, the younger sister turned her head subconsciously, and the little white flower pinned to her ear fell from the tip of her hair with a flick.

The white wolf took the opportunity to jump towards the thin back, and the blood stained on the wolf's paws scattered along the way, and just happened to land on the little white flower.

It was the collision of blood red and white...

"kill!"

There was a violent shout like thunder, and a figure rushed out of the bushes next to it, cutting through the rising sun, and under the scorching sun, a spear shot out across the sky.

A little cold light came first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon!

The spear pierced through the jumping white wolf directly in the air, and then knocked it to the ground.

"Damn beast!"

The man kicked the white wolf fiercely and pulled out the spear, ignoring the white wolf's howling "嘿嘘", thrust his backhand into the neck, and completely killed the beast.

The figure holding the spear was the member of the third team who rushed over.

He turned to look at the child, only to find that she didn't panic at all, but just stared blankly at the blood-red flower that was holding a coquettish and even evil in her hand.

In an imperceptible place, the blood red infects the last bit of pure white.

Grindale, who was driving against the current, and the Wolf Warrior, who was rushing towards the farm, felt something and couldn't help turning their eyes to this side...

The soldier seemed to feel a slight frown, and couldn't help but look around to find the source of his uneasiness, but he couldn't find anything, so he could only call forward.

"Are you all right, kid?"

"Brother!" The little girl raised her head as if awakened suddenly, then rushed up, shouting, "Brother!"

The soldiers also noticed this, and hurriedly followed. When they found the boy, he was already in a very bad state, even on the verge of death. The scars on his body almost killed his life, and he could only be as angry as a gossamer.

And the soldier couldn't help being a little shocked when he saw this situation. This was a frontal wound, which was enough to explain what was going on.

How dare such a thin body show such courage!
"Brother, what's the matter with you...you can't leave me..." the girl hugged her brother and kept calling.

The boy regained consciousness a little, but looked at the soldier, "Quick...take her away...leave me alone."

"Hamlet never gives up on anyone!" The soldier categorically said the lord's famous words, and then took out the distributed medicine powder.

"Hold on, I have medicine."

The soldier hurriedly took out the medicine powder and poured it on the wound. The medicine powder made by Grindale showed a strong ability to stop bleeding.

But the problem was that the boy's serious internal injury was caused by the pain caused by these powders, which made him cough and squirt blood from his mouth.

"Quick, there is a way to go back."

Although the field medical course taught him not to disturb the wounded at this time, the soldiers didn't care so much and directly carried the boy on his back.

Years of high-intensity training made it easy for him to carry this thin body on his back.

"Come on, let's go home."

The soldier held his back with one hand and held the spear in the other, and led the little girl towards the farm.

But wolves usually live in packs, and the smell of blood undoubtedly attracted them very strongly. At this moment, two wolves followed.

Moreover, these two wolves are very cunning, one is in front and the other is behind. This is their common hunting tactic. One attracts the other to attack. The key is that no one knows which one is attacking, and they will respond to each other according to the situation of the prey.

But the soldier had to protect two people alone, and fell into crisis directly.

"Damn!"

If he didn't have two children, he would dare to take on two wolves by himself, but now he can't act rashly, he is restricted to death.

Now was not the time for leisurely hunting, and the probing movements of the two white wolves became more and more intense, trying to force him to show his weakness.

But the soldier's ability to resist pressure was terrifying. Even at this time, he didn't wave the spear indiscriminately, but just held it in his hand, but it posed a great threat to the two wolves.

Moved!

The two white wolves attacked almost at the same time. The soldiers stepped forward without any hesitation, and the spears in their hands finally thrust out.

Unexpectedly, the white wolf in front of him turned around and stopped, but the white wolf behind him jumped up and swooped.

"boom!"

A gunshot sounded, and the belly of the white wolf who was about to sneak attack was torn apart by the bullet, and blood mixed with internal organs and blood flowed all over the floor.

And the white wolf in front didn't dare to approach at all upon seeing this.

"team leader!"

"I'm fine." The soldier raised his spear and signaled to the comer.

That was the sharpshooter of the third team, and his skills were among the top five in the entire army, and he wanted to sleep with his gun in his arms every day.

The white wolf has wolves, so doesn't he have companions?
　I still have some things to do on the weekend, I guess I can’t code the words, I didn’t want to add more.

　　But the plot is indeed coherent only after two chapters, and yesterday there was a reward from Brother Fu, so I can only work hard for the author.

　　I did not choose to bridge the conflict between Grindale and Wolf Warriors at the critical moment of the Wolf Warriors invasion, but chose to cut in from the perspective of an ordinary person. Please witness the hope born out of despair. I hope you like it.

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