History of Women in the Wei Dynasty

Chapter 374 The Eight Wolf Leaders

The moon shines on both places.

That night, in a low mountain forest in Nanyang County, more than a thousand barbarian households lived there with sighs and groans. They were all threatened and controlled by a bandit leader named Liu Beixi. They were forced to do odd jobs and make weapons in peacetime. In wartime, their situation was even worse. They were all driven by the barbarian bandits to serve as the vanguard to their deaths.

Some children were so hungry that they were about to cry out when their parents covered their mouths and threatened them, "Don't make a sound, or the wild wolves in the mountains will hear you and carry you away."

The poor child blinked his teary eyes, promised not to cry, and whispered, "Was the little wolf also starving, which is why the big wolf came out to hunt for food?"

Hearing this, the adult barbarians around them felt heartache and shame. Yes, wolves would risk their lives to hunt for food to survive, but they were so cowardly that they watched their families starve to death and be killed by thieves without daring to fight back.

"Woo——"

"Ow—"

It's the howl of wolves! The wolf pack is approaching the settlement of these barbarian refugees!
Each adult barbarian would grab a handful of soil or a hidden stone and hold it tightly in their hands, protecting the children and the elderly.

Their faces were filled with despair, but also with a final act of resilience!

The wind rustled as a dense swarm of donkey-headed wolves appeared in the dark forest. Each one was larger than an ordinary wolf, with thicker claws, and could leap two or three zhang (approximately 6.6-9 meters) with a single bound.

Suddenly! The barbarian refugees stared in astonishment!
What did they see?
They spotted a human among the wolves!

What they found even more unbelievable was that the countless wolves clearly did not come from a single pack, as there were eight wolf leaders following the man around him!

The distinctive, terrifying scent of wolves gradually dissipated with the night wind as the pack passed. The barbarians, recovering from their fear, gathered in the center and discovered that no one was missing, and no one had been bitten or eaten by wolves.

"Was that a god who led the wolf pack just now?"

There are no gods in this world. It was just that Zhao Zhi defeated a pack of wolves she encountered while searching for the missing scouts.

After seeing the barbarian refugees from earlier, Zhao Zhi was certain that she had finally found the mountain stronghold where the barbarian bandits were based.

With so many wolves attacking, the barbarian bandits weren't fools; they had already sent out several groups to investigate.

Zhao Zhi pointed in several directions, and the leader of the eight wolves immediately howled. Upon receiving the command, the wolf pack quickly dispersed.

Wolves spotted the barbarian scouts and pounced, biting and fighting!

The barbarian scrambled to escape, screaming in a terrified, high-pitched voice towards the camp: "Wolves! Help! Wolves are coming—"

"Ah, get away, get away! Help me, help me!"

The donkey-headed wolf is extremely ferocious. Once it bites its prey and tastes blood, it will never let go, even if it dies. Normally, it can easily drag large livestock such as cattle and horses, let alone a skinny, savage bandit.

The wolf pack, like soldiers, surrounded Zhao Zhi, sweeping and scrambling as they advanced.

The bandit camp has made a move!

Holding torches, they threw stones and mud at the wolf pack from a distance, while shouting loudly in an attempt to intimidate the wolves with fire and shouts, preventing them from attacking them.

Zhao Zhi knew very well that the hundreds of barbarian bandits confronting the wolf pack must be the bravest in the bandit camp. If the wolf pack hesitated because of the torches, the weaker barbarian bandits would quickly join the hundreds of people like a swarm of flies.

At that time, the thieves will grow stronger, and the wolf pack will go from being the dominant force to the weak one!
"Woo—" Zhao Zhi exerted her strength from her dantian and roared a wolf-like howl at the moon. "Woo—Awoo—" The eight wolf leaders received the command and howled in unison.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... One after another, wolves will charge forward with their blood-red mouths bared!

Hungry, hungry, hungry... One after another, wolf soldiers bared their fangs and sharp teeth, following closely behind!
"The wolves are charging! Run! Run!"

"Don't run! Don't run!"

These hundreds of barbarian bandits had different ideas; some fought with the wolves, while others turned and fled, only to collide with the second group of barbarian bandits who had just rushed in from the camp.

Zhao Zhi drove the wolf pack here precisely to create this chaotic situation!

Under the moonlight and amidst the dappled shadows of the trees, she leaped onto the back of a wolf with one foot, then used the momentum of her other foot to land in the most densely populated area of ​​the bandits.

The weapon she wields now is quite unique, shaped like an iron hook used to stir charcoal fires. It is a close-combat weapon that the emperor ordered the Xiangzhou forge to be specially made for her!
With a loud "bang," the bandit who was struck on the back by the hook's bend had all the tendons in his upper body severed in that instant, and he collapsed dead on the ground without even a scream.

With a terrifying "crack," the tip of the iron hook pierced the eye socket of a barbarian. The corpse was swung around twice before being thrown away. The barbarian in that spot, like a frightened bird or beast, scattered and fled in all directions, no longer caring about the direction of escape!
Whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The arrows that attacked Zhao Zhi came from near and far, high and low, as she chased the barbarian bandits.

But she was running too fast, and with the trees and thorns blocking her way, the arrows either missed or killed or wounded the barbarian bandits' companions.

When a roving army is deployed, one must observe the strength and weakness of its forces, for the situation is ever-changing!
Zhao Zhi never lingered in one place, and with the eight wolf leaders always protecting her, she was within striking distance of the bandit camp in less than a quarter of an hour.

At this moment, both she and the wolf leader looked as if they had emerged from a spring of blood; their appearances were unrecognizable to humans, while the wolves' fur was matted.

Only the eyes remain clear, with distinct likes and dislikes!

As more wolves followed, Zhao Zhi had already sneaked into the camp alone. The wolf leader, following instructions (slap), ordered the wolves to wander outside the camp like them, trying to attract the attention of the barbarian bandits.

This camp seems to be quite powerful.

There were several large felt tents! Each tent had a faded "Wei" character on it, which Zhao Zhi recognized, indicating that the tents had all been seized from the Wei army.

"If they kill my soldiers, I will repay them many times over," Zhao Zhi thought to herself with hatred.

To accommodate the customs of the barbarian people, the Great Wei did not deliberately disperse their tribes after they surrendered. Instead, it tried to provide them with land and hilltops, allowing them to live in groups according to their customs. However, these ungrateful wretches, used to a comfortable life, could not bear the frequent southern campaigns that constantly passed through their lands, and thus wanted to rebel against Wei and join Liang.

How can there be such a good thing!

Do they think they can come and go as they please in Wei?

Zhao Zhi fixed her gaze on a pile of rubble. The barbarian bandits lacked weapons, and since they were all skilled at throwing stones, they had accumulated rubble from the mountains for future use.

"Tch!" Zhao Zhi spat out the bloody foam in her mouth and ran and leaped!

The iron hook was raised and then slammed down! It charged into the small group of savage thieves guarding the pile of stones.

Wolves have keen hearing. When they hear their master fighting, they begin to attack the camp from other directions, attacking and leaving the camp repeatedly, leading more and more savages towards them.

Inside the barbarian commander's tent, leader Liu Beixi could no longer contain himself. He stepped out of his tent and glared angrily at the spot where the wolves were howling most fiercely, questioning his strategist: "What's going on? Haven't we wiped out the wolves in this mountain several times? How come they're attacking our camp again?"