Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 338 Devastated
No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud bang came from below.

"Oops~" The fat man calmly withdrew his hand. "Alright, it's already exploded."

When I was scaring those bastards, the little cutie's tether might have loosened, and it fell and exploded.

A series of curses came from below. A few minutes later, Huo Chu Shi and his men climbed up from below, covered in dust and dirt, with a red mark on their foreheads.

He stared blankly at Zhang Wuxun and the other man for a moment, then turned his gaze to the fat man.

Without thinking, the fat man retorted, "What are you looking at, your father for?"

Huo Chu Shi's eyes flashed with anger, and she pursed her lips tightly. Then she led her people to fix the rope ladder on the edge of the cliff to make it easier for Old Madam Huo to come up.

The fat man muttered a couple of dismissive remarks, got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and looked in the direction Zhang Wuxun and the other man were looking. He was immediately dumbfounded.

There, one could vaguely see a row of solar panels absorbing heat, and the tallest lamp standing in the center of the camp.

With an incredulous look on his face, he pulled out his binoculars and immediately shouted, "Damn it, what the hell is going on? So we've been huffing and puffing for over two hours, actually just going around in circles in this damn mountain!"

Upon hearing this, Huo Chushi and the others immediately looked in that direction, and their expressions changed instantly.

The people below also climbed up with Huo Xiangu. Seeing this situation, Huo Xiangu, holding Huo Xiuxiu's hand, walked to the young man, panting heavily, her face noticeably pale. "Do you know what happened?"

The young man gazed indifferently at the undulating mountains in the distance, without uttering a word.

Before Huo Xiangu could ask any more questions, Zhang Wuxun simply stepped in to separate the two of them, saying rudely, "The ancient building wasn't built by Brother Xiao, so how would he know?"

Not to mention he's just a centenarian with amnesia.

Huo Xiangu carefully observed the young man's expression, hoping to discern something different from usual, but in frustration, she could only turn her gaze away and then ordered the group to continue forward.

She couldn't figure out where things went wrong in the process, so she could only assume that this valley was also the only way to Zhangjia Ancient Building, just like the subway and light rail in Chongqing, with some sections underground and some above ground.

Others thought so too; it couldn't be that after two hours of turning on the controls and walking around, it all came to nothing.

So the team re-equipped themselves and began rappelling down into the valley below the cliff, leaving some unnecessary equipment on the mountaintop and descending lightly.

Zhang Wuxun and the other two led the way, but perhaps fearing they would run away again, Huo Chushi stayed close by them this time.

The bushes and weeds in the valley were denser than I could have imagined; in some places they were even taller than a person, and once you descended, you were completely submerged in green.

Zhang Wuxun and his group cleared a space for the people coming down to rest. By the time the whole group had come down, the sun had been obscured by the distant mountains and forests, and only a red and orange glow could be seen, like a rose veil draped over the mountains.

Birds return to their nests at dusk, and crows perch on trees at night.

Huo Zhizhi directed his men to clear a larger area, set up lighting equipment and tents, lit several bonfires, and arranged for a small patrol team to patrol the surrounding area.

This remote jungle is a paradise for wild animals, especially at night when danger can strike at any moment.

The eight guardians were clearly more perceptive of the crisis than the good-for-nothings of the Huo family. Especially after seeing Zhang Wuxun and the other two take out three MP5s from the ammunition box, they immediately realized what was going on and surrounded Old Madam Huo's tent to protect it.

Night finally fell, and the night owl whimpered from some branch. The moon hung high in the sky, large and bright, casting distinct shadows of black and white on the trees. The air was thick with a sultry, humid atmosphere, and occasionally a cool breeze rustled through the leaves.

Every so often, you could hear footsteps and voices as people changed shifts in the camp; it was very regular.

By the campfire, Zhang Wuxun leaned against his backpack, arms crossed, eyes slightly closed, with his gun beside him, ready to be picked up at any moment.

The fat guy slept between him and the younger brother, snoring loudly. He seemed to be dreaming, muttering something unintelligible every now and then, smacking his lips, turning over and continuing to sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Wuxun suddenly opened his eyes. The young man beside him also stood up, holding his knife. The two looked at each other, their expressions somewhat solemn.

The wind was blowing in all directions tonight, and a faint smell of blood had drifted here. The Huo family's patrol area was within a hundred meters of the cliff, a single line. Clearly, someone had already been caught, and it had happened silently, without making a sound.

Zhang Wuxun could sense that there were even more menacing creatures lurking in the shadows around them. The only one capable of organizing such a large pack of wild beasts was that guy with the droopy shoulders, who was hiding in the dark and causing trouble.

It seems that the man with the drooping shoulders is planning to wipe out all of them tonight.

Zhang Wuxun had no intention of fighting alone. After waking up the fat man, he asked him to inform Huo Chushi and the others, since only the eight of them had guns.

Huo Chushi glanced at his watch. The patrol team had just been rotated out when they were caught in the trap. It seemed that Tuo Jianbei had been hiding in the shadows and observing them for a long time.

He did not doubt the truthfulness of Zhang Wuxun's words. With the patriarch behind him, even the slightest danger had to be eliminated.

Huo Chushi immediately went to report to Old Madam Huo. Huo Xiangu, wearing a coat, was helped out by Huo Xiuxiu. The entire camp sounded the alarm, and everyone stood back to back in a diagonal formation, ready for battle.

The hunter in the shadows realized he had been discovered, so he stopped hiding.

Several muffled whistling sounds rang out, followed by the sound of the lampshades of the lamps hanging outside the tent being smashed.

Under the moonlight, countless brownish-yellow figures darted and weaved through the swaying bushes, their movements as swift and lightning-fast as lightning. The rustling sounds from the surrounding grass grew ever closer.

Zhang Wuxun cleared his mind, sensing the movements around him, then suddenly turned around and quickly pulled the trigger towards the six o'clock position.

Bang bang bang—this sounded the horn for an offensive.

In an instant, flames erupted, bullets whistled through the air, tearing through the air and plunging into the jungle. The next moment, a series of pitiful howls rose and fell from the grass. Lynxes surged forward, one after another, over the mangled corpses of their companions, their momentum like a tidal wave, ferocious and incomparably powerful.

The Huo family had never seen anything like this before. They were all terrified and panicked. Some even collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way. They couldn't even think about fighting back; they didn't even realize when the knives in their hands had fallen.

Zhang Wuxun and his men killed swarms of lynxes from a distance, the grass shoveled and flying bullets everywhere, but the lynxes behind them seemed endless. The flying sparks and the dark shadows in the jungle mingled, dazzling the eyes, and every now and then, brown and white lines would flash across the sky, rushing into the group, rampaging, grabbing and tearing.

In an instant, screams filled the air, and blood mist splattered everywhere.

"Hand grenade!"

The fat man roared, flipped his backpack over, dumped all the V40 phones on the ground, unplugged them, and threw them out like they were free. Zhang Wuxun and the young man covered for him from the side.

Huo Chushi and the others followed suit, protecting Huo Xiangu and moving closer to Zhang Wuxun and the other two. Even Huo Xiuxiu held a gun in her hand, showing no sign of panic, and stayed by the side of Old Madam Huo at all times.

They fought and retreated, but it was inevitable that the lynx would pounce on their camp. They could only retreat to the bottom of the cliff, where at least they wouldn't have to worry about being attacked from behind.

After a fierce resistance, the lynx pack's offensive weakened considerably, and the two sides reached a stalemate.

The camp was in a mess, littered with corpses. Human and lynx blood mingled together, the stench of blood filling the air. Almost all the lynxes had emerged from the grass, each with its gaping maws, licking its gleaming white teeth, its eyes gleaming with ferocity. As far as the eye could see, the grass was covered with dense, brownish-yellow spots.

These lynxes were more than twice the size of the ones that attacked Zhang Wuxun and his group in the mountains last time, and they were also highly disciplined. Zhang Wuxun even wondered if they had accidentally stumbled into the hunchbacked animal training base.

Amidst the crackling of bullets and heavy breathing, a long, drawn-out bamboo whistle pierced the darkness.

The young man immediately turned his head to look in that direction and slightly shifted his feet.

"Go ahead." Zhang Wuxun took the gun from his hand.

The young man nodded, said "Be careful," then drew his black gold ancient sword and charged towards the lynx in that direction, slicing one down head-on.

Half of the lynx's head was cut off, but its body was still in a pouncing posture. The young man used the back of his knife to slap it back, sending it tumbling away and colliding with another lynx.

The young man suddenly rushed up, disrupting the lynx herd's attack rhythm. Two lynxes instinctively tried to chase and bite him, but Zhang Wuxun reacted quickly and fired a few bullets, knocking them down. In the blink of an eye, the young man had already slipped outside the encirclement and was rushing towards the place where the whistle had been sounded.

In the end, the fat man, under the cover of several others, kept throwing out the bound detonators.

The frenzied lynx herd finally showed signs of fear, and due to the heavy casualties, their fighting strength was greatly reduced.

Zhang Wuxun and his men had ample ammunition. The Huo family members, aside from being inexperienced at first and somewhat flustered, resulting in the deaths and the dragging away of more than a dozen people, found their counterattacks increasingly effective, and the situation was now under their control.

The attack subsided, and the lynx, however fierce, were still just mortals. Faced with powerful firearms, they could only suppress their bloodlust and retreated back into the bushes.

The fat man, panting heavily, cursed, "Damn it, have we stirred up a lynx's lair? You guys didn't encounter this many last time, did you?"

“No,” Zhang Wuxun replied in a deep voice. “The lynxes this time are not behaving properly either; they’re too crazy. Someone is using whistles to control them.”

"What?" The fat man turned around and realized that someone was missing from his side. "Holy crap, where did the buddy go?"

Before the lynxes launched their attack, the camp lights had been deliberately smashed and destroyed, and the campfire had just been extinguished by the lynxes. If it weren't for the faint moonlight, they would have been completely in the dark.

“The young man just chased after him,” Zhang Wuxun said. “The whistle wasn’t far from here.”

"Let's finish this quickly and deal with these beasts in front of us, then we'll go support our little brother," the fat man said fiercely.

“Okay.” Zhang Wuxun responded, his gaze sweeping over the remaining thirty-odd lynxes, trying to find their king. The principle of capturing the king first is timeless.

However, this lynx hid very well; even during the intense battle just now, the king never showed itself.

Zhang Wuxun closed his eyes and spread his crisis perception ability outwards. Within two hundred meters, the entire space he was in unfolded in his mind in the form of a three-dimensional image, and every lynx had nowhere to hide under his perception.

Zhang Wuxun tilted his head slightly, a gentle breeze ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead. The muzzle of his gun moved slowly to a position 47 degrees east of north, then rose nine centimeters, locking onto a quiet, reddish-brown shadow lurking in the tree canopy in the darkness.

Bang—the index finger pressed down, and a flash of silver light shot out from the muzzle of the gun.

Half a second later, a burst of crimson blood mist exploded from the top of the brown shadow, followed by a sharp, shrill cry, like the wail of an infant. The shadow twitched a few times, could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground beneath the tree.

The lynxes in the grass all turned their heads in unison to look in the direction from which the howl came. They then stood up, raised their heads, and howled and wailed in that direction. Their cries were like sobs, extremely sorrowful, as if the wailing of unjustly killed ghosts. The sound was so desolate that it sent chills down the spines of those who heard it.

The fat man couldn't help but rub his arms. Just as he was about to speak, the lynxes suddenly moved.

The Huo family cursed a few times, "Damn it, you're coming again?"

Instead of pouncing on them and starting another round of tearing and biting as they had expected, the lynxes bent down and dragged away the corpses of their already dead companions. One by one, their figures disappeared into the bushes, leaving only a few strong lynxes on guard to quickly turn around and disappear into the grass in a flash.

After waiting for a while, Huo Chushi sent out a few men with guns to check the area. They confirmed that the lynxes had gone far away and would not come back to attack again. Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief. Cold sweat and hot sweat mingled, and their thin clothes were already soaked through.

With a thud, someone lost their footing and fell. Then, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, the Huo family members collapsed to the ground one after another, their faces ashen, their souls slowly returning from the fright.

The camp was in a mess, with dark, deep craters everywhere, as if it had been bombed by enemy warplanes during the War of Resistance against Japan. It was a scene of devastation.

Everyone was covered in dust and dirt, with wounds from shrapnel or claw marks from lynxes. They hadn't felt the pain when their adrenaline was pumping, but now that the adrenaline had cooled down, they realized they were injured and immediately cried out in pain.

Huo Zhizhi was bitten on the shoulder. After a quick treatment, he immediately led his men to collect the mangled and bloody corpse from the ground.

Occasionally, they would find one or two people who were severely injured but still had a breath left. Fortunately, the Huo family team had four or five doctors, which was enough, and everyone was skilled in treating external injuries.

They cleared a space, set up tents again, and settled the wounded inside.

The fat man had many superficial wounds, some deep and some shallow, all caused by shrapnel that hadn't been thrown properly and had bounced back. Some of the shrapnel was stuck in his flesh, but fortunately, none of them were fatal.

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