Siheyuan: The beauty Xueru Huizhen, the birds are jealous

So, the three of them stood back to back, forming a solid defensive formation, each looking vigilantly in different directions, preparing for the upcoming battle.

The wolves did not attack immediately, but slowly slowed down their pace and gradually surrounded the three people.

They don't seem to be in a hurry, but instead adopt a more cunning waiting strategy, intending to launch a fatal blow after depleting the protagonists' physical strength.

Yang Ming and Lao Ma looked at each other and saw vigilance and determination in each other's eyes.

Xiao Wei silently shuttled among the roots of the poplar trees on the ground. Her hands gently touched the roots, as if communicating with them. Those roots seemed to have life and began to slowly gather together, preparing for the next battle.

Yang Ming held the stick tightly and swung it gently a few times, feeling the weight and strength of the stick, and an inexplicable confidence surged in his heart. He took a stabbing stance, staring at the wolves, ready to meet the first wave of attack at any time.

Lao Ma maintained a professional fighting posture, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if he could see through every subtle movement of the wolves. He held the bayonet tightly in both hands, ready to give the wolves a fatal blow at any time.

Gao Yu used the jeep as a cover, holding a pistol in his right hand and a short stick in his left hand just in case. Although there was a hint of nervousness on his face, there was more determination and courage.

The wolves still maintained their surrounding posture. They scattered around, keeping a close eye on the protagonists' every move. Yang Ming couldn't help but wonder, "Why haven't they taken action yet?"

"They are waiting," Lao Ma replied solemnly, "waiting for our physical strength to run out and for a loophole to appear in our defense."

Yang Ming nodded, secretly alert in his heart. He communicated with Xiao Wei through spiritual connection: "Xiao Wei, how are you doing?"

"It's almost time." Xiao Wei's voice sounded in my mind, "I'm ready."

As the wolves surrounded them more and more tightly, the air seemed to freeze, and a tense atmosphere permeated every corner. The protagonists waited with bated breath, their heartbeats echoing in their ears, as if they could hear the passage of time.

They stood back to back, and the tacit understanding and trust between them reached an unprecedented level.

They knew that the coming battle would be a life-and-death struggle, but they also believed that as long as they were united, nothing could stop them from moving forward.

"We can't wait any longer, we will be exhausted to death!" Yang Ming's voice was low and firm. He looked at Lao Ma and Gao Yu beside him, his eyes flashing with unquestionable determination.

Old Ma, an experienced hunter, also frowned at this moment, he knew that what Yang Ming said was true. Gao Yu, young and energetic, held the hunting rifle tightly in his hand, with fear and indomitable spirit in his eyes.

“Lao Ma, you guard the back and don’t let them take the retreat route.” Yang Ming gave a brief instruction, then turned around, picked up a seemingly ordinary but extremely heavy wooden stick, and strode towards the wolf pack.

Seeing this, Lao Ma and Gao Yu hurriedly shouted: "Xiao Tao, come back! It's too dangerous!" But Yang Ming's figure had disappeared into the night, leaving only one firm word: "Trust me!"

The wolves seemed to be startled by this sudden action. After a brief silence, they began to readjust their formation and focused all their attention on the young man who dared to challenge their authority.

Yang Ming counted them and found there were seventeen wolves in total. Each pair of eyes was like an icy blade, piercing the heart.

One of them still had marks of Gao Yu's gunshot on its abdomen. It was curled up in pain, but still maintained a threatening posture.

"Come on, beasts!" Yang Ming roared, his voice echoing in the silent forest, shocking like thunder. The three wolves in front were frightened by the sudden roar and took two steps back, but soon stabilized their position. They knew that the prey in front of them was not simple.

Yang Ming did not give them a chance to breathe. He held the stick tightly, his eyes like torches, and aimed at one of the wolves that was a little sluggish due to the pain. The wolf seemed to sense the danger and suddenly jumped up, but it just hit Yang Ming's stick that was ready to strike.

There was a dull "bang" sound as the wooden stick accurately pierced the wolf's abdomen. The powerful force instantly flattened its chest. The wolf fell to the ground howling and could no longer stand up.

This scene made the remaining wolves more vigilant, but Yang Ming's offensive did not stop.

He pulled with his left hand, and the wooden stick drew a graceful arc in the air, like the scythe of the god of death. The two wolves in front, which were slightly slower, jumped up almost at the same time, but fell into Yang Ming's trap.

One had its front legs broken by a stick, and it screamed miserably; the other was hit on the head, and blood was everywhere.

Splash, and instantly lost the combat effectiveness.

Although the battle was fierce, Yang Ming's movements were extremely calm and precise. Every strike was just right, showing extraordinary courage and strength.

However, the wolves did not retreat. They still maintained their siege posture, and the air was filled with strong tension and anxiety.

Suddenly, a rapid and low wolf howl broke the silence of the night, followed by several pairs of dark green eyes flashing in the darkness, and the wolves surrounded them silently.

The leading wolves, known for their "copper heads, iron bones and tofu waists", pounced on Yang Ming who was in the front.

"Be careful!" Old Ma shouted, but Yang Ming had already reacted. He tightly grasped the poplar stick in his hand and swung it with all his strength. With a "bang", a wolf was knocked several meters away, with blood dripping from its left eye and its mouth twisted and deformed, making a shrill wail. This blow not only severely damaged the enemy, but also greatly boosted morale.

"Retreat!" Yang Ming shouted and retreated quickly, standing back to back with Lao Ma and Gao Yu, forming an indestructible line of defense.

Lao Ma was experienced and dodged every attack from the wolf flexibly; Gao Yu was fearless at all, he jumped out of the car, holding a dagger, and fought side by side with Lao Ma.

At this moment, something strange happened. Xiao Wei, the girl who had the ability to control plants, watched all this anxiously from a distance. She closed her eyes tightly and clenched her hands, as if she was communicating with the earth.

Suddenly, the ground shook and several thick tree roots broke out of the ground. Like living things, they quickly wrapped around the three wild wolves that were about to pounce on them and pinned them firmly to the ground.

“Good opportunity!” Upon seeing this, Yang Ming’s eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He gripped the wooden stick tightly, his body moved like lightning, and he struck three times in a row from left to right, each time accurately landing on the wild “450” wolf that was bound by the tree roots.

With three dull noises and flying dust, the three wild wolves were swept away, completely losing their combat effectiveness.