Our family is in decline

When Lance opened the farm, he avoided the north because it was the ancestor's territory and it was difficult to start work. He also selected several locations in advance to check that there were not too many strange things around. definite.

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

Fifty professional soldiers, a force that even some towns in the Hamlet area might not be able to gather together, would be able to resist even if the farm encounters an enemy.

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

Not only the soldiers knew the meaning of the beacon fire, but everyone on the farm was repeatedly told that seeing this thing represented danger and they must return quickly.

"Let's go! Let's go back quickly." Without much hesitation, the boy put the basket of fodder on his back, then pulled his sister and ran towards the farm.

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

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

Not to mention the physical disadvantage, the two of them were out of breath after running a few steps.

Who doesn’t know that throwing away the basket will make you run away faster, but sometimes the most terrible punishment that poverty gives people is distorting their values.

The so-called stinginess shown by ordinary people is more of a reluctance to give up.

Whether it was a basket or a sickle, they were the collar's tools and did not belong to them. Their family situation could not bear the consequences of losing them. He was afraid that if he lost these things, he would lose his job of mowing the grass.

Sometimes it's not stupid, it's just... this is reality.

"Brother, I can't run anymore." My sister stopped suddenly, panting heavily and couldn't even stand up straight.

"Can't stop, can't stop." The boy muttered, holding his sister's hand tighter, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, and found that he was lagging behind the others.

In the process of escaping, he learned many things, one of which was that he must not fall behind. As long as he could run faster than others, he would survive.

This experience happened more than once, whether they faced robbers and bandits, noble armed forces, or wild beasts, they all survived.

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

He will also be eliminated...

So what happened?

The boy was still calm and looked back frequently to find the cause of the incident and to be wary of possible enemies.

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

Even if you just see him from a distance, you can feel despair, as long as everyone in the empire has heard of the cruel and murderous barbarians.

But at this time, the barbarians had already taken action, and the wild white wolves rushed out first, and one of them was obviously eyeing the brother and sister.

The boy didn't even notice the white wolf charging towards him. He could only try his best to pull his sister and continue walking towards the farm.

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

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

However, no matter how hard they ran, they could not outrun the four-legged white wolf. They only heard some movement behind them, and the inspiration of climbing out of the pile of dead people instantly spread all over the boy's body like an electric shock.

At that last moment, he directly pulled his sister into his arms and hugged him tightly. The next second, he felt a powerful force coming from behind, which directly knocked him away. He rolled on the ground several times before he stopped.

Despite this heavy blow, the boy got up from the ground quickly. His body was not even injured, but the rattan basket on his back was torn to pieces.

I'm afraid it was this rattan basket that blocked the white wolf's attack just now. In addition, the land here is flat and soft, so I rolled around on it a few times and was not injured except for some embarrassment.

But now was not the time to pay attention to this. The boy pulled his sister up from the ground and protected her behind him, while he stared at the white wolf.

Even an adult would feel frightened when facing the white wolf trained by the Wolf Fang tribe on human flesh, let alone two children under ten years old.

The white wolf showed a joking expression when facing the boy, but it made people feel cruel.

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

no!

Now is not the time to give up.

The boy gritted his teeth, and even his face became ferocious. They were the only ones with his mother, and he must protect his sister.

A surge of strength emerged from that thin body out of thin air.

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

The white wolf easily jumped away and threw the rattan basket on the ground without causing any harm, but the boy took the opportunity to move the moment it was thrown.

However, he did not choose to escape, but rushed towards the other side, quickly stepped across and reached out to grab it from the ground. The sickle that just fell out of the basket fell into his hand again.

The younger sister was not frightened by the attack just now, nor was she too frightened by the white wolf to move. She did not hesitate to follow the boy when he started to move.

They all climbed out from the pile of dead people. If their feet were weak, they would not be alive now.

Fear cannot defeat her, because her brother is right in front of her!

By the time the white wolf realized that the boy had regained his footing, he exchanged the tattered rattan basket for the sickle in his hand. This showed that his choice was not to escape, but to fight.

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

It can only be said that this person really has a big heart. Under such circumstances, he can still think calmly, keenly observe the surrounding situation and make choices, and he dares to fight hard.

But what stood before him was absolute strength.

Among the barbarians, even humans have no sense of morality, let alone wolves. Even wolves instinctively prefer weak ones, so that they will not be counterattacked or injured.

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

But now this "cub" wants to resist, which further arouses the white wolf's interest in hunting, and paces forward.

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

"No! Let's go together." My sister seemed to realize something. She had not cried just now, but two lines of hot tears instantly fell on her face. She bit her lip so hard that it even bled.

"We can at least run away if we go separately. Mother is waiting for us at home, you know."

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

"Let's go!"

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

The white wolf was right in front of him. The moment he saw his sister moving, he accelerated and rushed forward. It was impossible for him to let his prey escape.

But what stood in front of it was a true brave man!

He had no intention of escaping, even if he guessed the consequences.

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

The pressure that almost suffocated him turned into strength at this moment - determination! ! !

The surge of adrenaline made the boy forget his fear. He picked up the scythe and rushed towards the white wolf without hesitation, trying desperately to stop him and buy more time for his sister.

But the battle-experienced white wolf was not afraid of the iron-like sickle and pounced on it.

He just raised his claws and slapped him away, and the sickle in his hand also dropped.

The difference in strength was so great that the sickle didn't even touch during the process.

But this time there was no rattan basket to block him. The sharp claws that could tear through the tough bark of the rattan basket struck him firmly.

How could that thin, malnourished body bear it?

Just one moment made him feel like he was falling into the clouds. The adrenaline subsided in the next second, and he felt intense pain rushing to his brain. His internal organs were mashed into mud, and he almost fainted.

The boy endured the pain and looked down, only to find that his chest was soaked in blood. The clear scratches tore his clothes and penetrated his flesh. He even felt that his ribs were broken.

The pain kept hitting his brain, but he couldn't fall down at this time, because his blurred vision saw the evil wolf abandoning him and chasing his sister directly.

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

The sister who kept running towards the rising sun seemed to disappear in the blazing sunshine.

"No..." The boy stretched out his hand as hard as he could, he wanted to grab... grab...

As if she heard her brother's voice coming from behind, her sister subconsciously turned around, and when she swung the little white flower pinned to her ear, it fell away from the tips of her hair.

The white wolf took the opportunity to jump towards the thin back. The blood stains on the wolf's claws scattered smoothly, and a drop happened to fall on the little white flower.

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

"kill!"

A loud roar sounded like thunder, and a figure rushed out of the grass nearby and cut through the morning sun, and a spear shot out across the sky under the blazing sunshine.

A bit of cold light arrived first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon!

The spear pierced the leaping 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 "wow" cry, he inserted his backhand into the neck, killing the evil beast completely.

The figure holding a spear in his hand was the member of the third team that came over.

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

In places that are hard to detect, the blood red taints the last bit of pure white.

Greendale, who was driving against the current, and Wolf Warrior, who was rushing towards the farm, both seemed to feel something and couldn't help but cast their sights here...

The soldier frowned slightly as if he felt something. He couldn't help but scan his surroundings to find the source of his uneasiness, but he couldn't find anything and could only call forward.

"Are you okay kid?"

"Brother!" The little girl looked up as if she had suddenly woken up, and then rushed up, shouting, "Brother!"

The soldiers also noticed this and hurriedly followed him. When they found the boy, he was already in a very bad condition, even close to death. The scars on his body almost cost him his life, and he could only feel angry.

The soldier couldn't help but be a little shocked when he saw this situation. This was a frontal wound, which was enough to explain what the situation was.

This thin body can actually show such courage!

"Brother, what's wrong with you...you can't leave me..." The girl hugged her brother and kept calling.

The boy woke up a little, but looked at the soldier, "Quickly...take her away...leave me alone."

"Hamlet never gave up on anyone!" The soldier said the lord's famous saying categorically, and then took out the allocated powder.

"Hold on, I have medicine."

The soldier quickly took out the powder and poured it on the wound. This powder made by Greendale showed great ability to stop bleeding.

But the problem is that the boy's real serious injuries were internal injuries. The pain caused by these powders made him cough and blood foam continued to come out of his mouth.

"Quick, there's a way to go back."

Although the field medical courses taught him that he should not touch the injured at this time, the soldier did not care so much and directly carried the boy on his back.

Years of intense training allowed him to carry this thin body easily.

"Follow us, let's go home."

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

But wolves usually live in packs, and the smell of blood is undoubtedly very attractive to them. 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 and the other attacks. The key is that no one knows which one is attacking. They will coordinate with each other according to the situation of the prey.

But the soldier had to protect two people by himself, and he was immediately plunged into crisis.

"Damn it!"

If he didn't have two children, he would dare to fight two wolves alone, but now he can't act rashly and is strictly restricted.

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

But the soldier's ability to withstand pressure was terrifying. Even at this time, he did not wave the spear randomly, but just held it in his hand, which posed a great threat to the two wolves.

Moved!

The two white wolves in front and behind attacked almost at the same time. The soldier stepped forward without any hesitation, and finally thrust out the spear in his hand.

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

"boom!"

There was a gunshot, and the belly of the white wolf who was trying to attack behind him was torn apart by bullets, and his internal organs and meat mixed with blood flowed all over the floor.

When the white wolf in front saw this, he didn't dare to come any closer.

"team leader!"

"I'm fine." The soldier raised his spear and gestured towards the visitor.

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

The white wolf has a pack, doesn't he have any companions?

There was something else going on over the weekend that I probably couldn’t write down, so I didn’t want to add any updates.

But the plot is indeed coherent in two chapters, and the rich guy gave me a reward yesterday, so I can only blame the author.

At the critical moment of the invasion of Wolf Warriors, I did not choose to connect the conflict between Greendale and Wolf Warriors. Instead, I chose to approach it from the perspective of an ordinary person. Please witness the hope born in despair. I hope you like it.

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