Siheyuan: The beauty Xueru Huizhen, the birds are jealous

"Protect Xiao Tao, he is our hope."

Lao Ma took a deep breath and made a decision: "Rush out from the middle. They are organized and we can't let them force us into a dead end." With his order, the jeep accelerated suddenly and rushed to the side that seemed empty and without wolves. The wheels kicked up clouds of dust, and the race with death officially began.

At the moment of breaking through, Yang Ming saw the true appearance of the wolves at such a close distance for the first time.

Although those wolves were not large in size, each pair of their eyes was like a sharp blade that could see through people's hearts. Their running posture revealed a primitive wildness and ferocity, which formed a sharp contrast with the docile Wangcai in his family.

Yang Ming's heartbeat quickened and cold sweat broke out on his palms, but he knew that now was not the time to be afraid.

At this moment, a long and shrill wolf howl sounded. It was the call of the leader wolf, which started the hunting war.

The wolves began to pursue in a more orderly manner.

Gao Yu quickly judged: "They regard us as prey. We must be careful."

Yang Ming forced himself to calm down, adjusted his sitting position, and prepared to deal with the impending crisis.

He looked out the window and saw that the number of wolves behind him was increasing, as if the darkness of the entire forest was converging towards them. The green spots of light gradually gathered into one, like the shadow of the god of death, following them closely.

"Old Ma, can you go faster?" Yang Ming's voice was filled with a hint of anxiety.

Lao Ma shook his head, sweat dripping down his cheeks: "This is already the fastest. The car is old and will fall apart if it goes any faster."

A feeling of despair spread in Yang Ming's heart, and he couldn't help but curse: "Damn it, we are really caught up by wolves this time!" The jeep continued to run wildly on the rugged mountain road, but the wolves behind were like leeches attached to the bones, following closely. There were so many of them that there were more than ten people. The green spots of light were getting bigger and closer in the rearview mirror.

"Hurry! We have to throw some things away, otherwise we won't be able to get rid of them at this speed!" Yang Ming shouted anxiously, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He looked back at the piles of goods in the carriage, feeling helpless.

Hearing this, Gao Yu frowned and shook her head firmly: "No, these are the people's property, we can't just throw them away like this!" Although her voice was soft, it revealed an unquestionable firmness.

Old Ma was sitting in the co-pilot seat. After a moment of silence, he also spoke up to support Gao Yu: "Xiao Tao, Gao Yu is right. We must live up to this trust. Hold on a little longer. The direction is right. We can always find comrades to help us."

Yang Ming sighed, knowing that he was in the minority. He could only nod helplessly and continue to step on the accelerator, but the uneasiness in his heart grew like weeds.

The wolves seemed to sense the determination of the three men, and instead of retreating, they chased them even more frantically. Gao Yu tightly grasped the hunting rifle in his hand, aimed at the nearest wolf, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The sound of gunfire echoed in the empty wilderness, and the wolf fell to the ground, but the rest of the wolves only paused briefly before surrounding it more closely.

"Damn, why are these beasts so difficult to deal with!" Yang Ming cursed, his eyes full of anxiety. Time passed by, the scorching sun at noon was gradually setting in the west, but the three of them still could not get rid of the wolves.

"Lao Ma, how long will it take to get there?" Yang Ming couldn't help but ask, with a tremor in his voice.

Old Ma narrowed his eyes, looked at the blurry horizon in the distance, and shook his head: "It's hard to say, but as long as the direction is right, we can always find a way out."

Although his tone was calm, it revealed an unquestionable firmness, which brought a little comfort to the two. However, the approach of the wolves made this comfort extremely fragile.

As if they sensed the desperation of their prey, they sped up again, and the distance was shortened to less than thirty meters.

Gao Yu raised the shotgun again, but this time she hesitated. She knew that the remaining bullets must be used on the blade, otherwise once they were used up, they would completely lose the ability to resist.

"Don't waste bullets, save them for the critical moment." Gao Yu whispered to Yang Ming, with determination and helplessness in his eyes.

Yang Ming's heart sank to the bottom. He realized that it would be almost impossible to escape the pursuit of this pack of wolves with their own strength.

At this moment, a touch of green suddenly caught his sight - in front of him on the right, there was a dense forest of poplar trees!

"Look! There's a poplar forest over there!" Yang Ming shouted in surprise, as if he had found a life-saving straw. He turned the steering wheel sharply, and the truck changed direction in an instant, speeding towards the poplar forest.

"Yes! Once we enter the forest, the wolves won't dare to chase us in easily!" Gao Yu also saw hope, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Lao Ma held the steering wheel tightly, steadied the car, and ensured that the three people could safely drive into the oasis of life.

As the truck gradually approached the Populus euphratica forest, the wolves' speed did not slow down, but the greed in their eyes was gradually replaced by hesitation.

They also seemed to know that the dense forest would be an insurmountable obstacle for them.

The setting sun is as red as blood, dyeing the sky crimson, and in this wilderness shrouded in the afterglow, the protagonists are facing an unprecedented crisis.

In the distance, a group of dark shadows were approaching rapidly. They were a pack of hungry wolves, with greed flashing in their eyes.

"Hurry! Into the woods!" Yang Ming shouted, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands and twisting it suddenly. The jeep roared into the woods not far away like a wild horse.

Although the forest was not dense, the tall trees acted as a natural barrier, providing them with a chance to breathe.

"It's better than being a target outside." Lao Ma's steady voice came from the co-pilot, and his eyes revealed a calmness that had gone through vicissitudes of life.

As soon as the car stopped, Lao Ma jumped out quickly. A sharp bayonet appeared in his hand, shining with a cold light, revealing his former identity as a soldier.

"Xiao Tao, is your gun reliable?" Lao Ma asked with concern.

Yang Ming did not answer, but quickly looked around, found a branch as thick as his arm, pulled it apart with all his strength, and then deftly removed the excess branches to make a stick more than two meters long.

"This is more convenient to use than a gun." He smiled and patted the wooden stick in his hand, his eyes firm.

Seeing this, Xiao Wei smiled gently and waved her fingers. An invisible force surrounded the stick, and the stick instantly became harder, as if it could split mountains and crack rocks.

"It works better this way-," she whispered.

The three of them quickly observed the surrounding environment. Although the woods were not dense, they were enough to provide basic cover.

Yang Ming took a deep breath and decided to go into battle himself. He rejected Gao Yu's offer to protect him: "I'll come from the front, you guys be careful." His tone was full of unquestionable determination.