Chapter 882: The Game on the Grassland

At the wolf king's roar, the atmosphere inside the vehicle instantly grew tense.

The people sitting in the truck bed also immediately went on alert; they quickly propped the wooden poles they had specially placed in the vehicle at a slant, like a great multiplication sign, and piled the fodder the herdsmen had given them over there. Except for leaving one observation slit, they sealed every other spot tightly, and everyone sat down on those fodder piles.

In fact, they also knew that if the wolves launched an attack on the vehicle, these tarpaulins could not stop a single wolf's claws, so each person had taken up a club prepared in advance, ready to fight at any moment.

After all, on this boundless grassland, if they truly encountered a wolf attack, they could only rely on self-rescue.

The comrade from the Security Section directly chambered a bullet, ready at all times, and he occasionally observed the outside through the gaps.

He noticed that those wolves were chasing the vehicle for a while.

And two of them kept following right behind their vehicle; he could not help but grow tense, fearing that his single rifle could not protect everyone.

Batuer in the lead vehicle, seeing the need to ease everyone's tension, said: "Wolves generally do not easily attack targets that are prepared; before they lose patience, let us try to run forward as much as possible, tire them out for a while longer, and exhaust their stamina to the maximum extent."

Perhaps those wolves also saw through the convoy's intentions and began to slowly approach the vehicles; one wolf even tried to leap onto the vehicle, its claws scratching the body and emitting a sharp sound, as if testing the defenses of the people on the vehicle.

Batuer, while vigilantly observing the movements of the wolf pack, said to the driver: "Honk the horn, keep honking continuously."

As soon as the lead vehicle honked, the vehicles behind followed suit; the sound of the horns echoed across the silent grassland, startling the wolf pack, which scattered briefly, but did not leave.

Very quickly, they realized there was no lethal force, so they regrouped and closed in again, seeming unwilling to give up easily.

The robust alpha wolf stood half a person's height, its ghostly green eyes like two balls of ghost fire, radiating coldness and ferocity, staring fixedly at the convoy.

It raised its head and let out a long howl; upon hearing it, the other dozen or so wolves immediately began to move.

Seeing those wolves pounce toward the vehicles, the personnel from the Security Section lit the firecrackers they had prepared in advance and threw them out; the crackling sound echoed across the grassland, scaring those wolves into scattering once more.

However, before they had run very far, Batuer reminded them: "Those wolves are catching up again."

Next, whenever those wolves tried to attack the vehicles, they would throw out one or two strings of firecrackers, but they had not brought many firecrackers to begin with; after a few times, those wolves also found the pattern, probably thinking: so it's all thunder and no rain, nothing but loud noise that can't hurt them at all.

Each time the interval before they regrouped shortened, and then they recovered from their momentary panic.

With the alpha wolf's howl once again, the wolf pack renewed its morale.

However, as the firecrackers took effect, the cattle and sheep on the vehicles were also frightened; if not for the wooden fences nailed onto the vehicles, the people in the rear vehicle would have suffered, and even so, one fence's binding rope was broken by a collision; fortunately, they were paying attention at all times, so no one was injured.

Someone quickly found wire and pliers and hurriedly repaired the fence.

Just as the fence used to block the sheep in the rear vehicle was finally repaired, with a "Peng," the rear vehicle made a sharp turn; fortunately, it did not brake suddenly, but stabilized and came to a slow stop.

Once they had finally steadied themselves, everyone's hearts were now right up in their throats.

Everyone in the rear vehicle's bed gripped the clubs in their hands tightly, waiting for the signal to act.