In times of chaos and famine, I traded one pound of rice for two royal flushes.

The men's rationality was completely stripped away by Qin Shaolang's command, leaving only their most primal instincts.

run!

They ran madly toward that only path to survival, that ravine leading to the slaughterhouse.

Behind them was a black torrent of dozens of enraged and frightened wild boars.

A foul wind swept over us, and the earth trembled.

The pigs had lost their minds and were only focused on charging toward the only opening in front of them.

In their eyes, that ravine was the only escape route.

The first few wild boars plunged headfirst into the ditch.

Then came the second batch, the third batch...

The narrow ditch was instantly filled.

"roar--!"

The wild boars that rushed in first quickly realized something was wrong.

Their path was blocked by a high wall made of stones and wood.

On the wall, sharpened wooden stakes, like menacing fangs, gleamed with the cold light of death.

A way out?

Behind them, a steady stream of companions poured in, holding them firmly in front.

There was no way forward or backward.

This is a dead end.

"Awooo—!"

The desperate wild boar unleashed its final frenzy.

They rammed their heads, bodies, and fangs against the wall.

puff!

puff!puff!

The wild boars in the front row, like moths drawn to a flame, crashed headfirst into the sharp wooden stakes.

The sharp wooden point pierced their thick fur instantly, sinking deep into their flesh.

Blood, like a fountain, stained the stone wall red.

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the valley.

The wild boars behind, unaware of what was happening, continued to charge forward relentlessly.

The immense force caused his companion, who was hanging on the stake, to be impaled even deeper, or even completely pierced through.

That wall became a meat grinder.

Meanwhile, Zhao Wu and the others had retreated to the end of the ravine, clinging tightly to the wall.

They watched as one wild boar after another was impaled and died screaming in agony before their very eyes.

That scene was more terrifying than hell.

Several of the more timid ones were so weak in the knees that they almost collapsed to the ground.

"Everyone, hold on tight!"

Zhao Wu let out a loud shout.

He had been a soldier in the imperial guards and had seen blood, but he had never seen such a brutal and primitive massacre.

His heart was pounding, but he also knew that backing down now meant death.

"The sir told us to build this wall; it's our only way to survive!"

"If you don't want to die, hold on tight to what you're holding!"

His roar roused several dazed men.

As they looked at the wild boar still struggling before them, and at the bright red blood, their will to survive once again overwhelmed their fear.

Just then, Qin Shaolang, along with Li Si and the others, rushed over and blocked the entrance to the ravine.

A pincer attack from both sides.

To catch a turtle in a jar.

"Let's do it."

Qin Shaolang's voice was soft, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Without wasting any words, he raised his wood-chopping knife and walked towards a wild boar that was stuck in the corpse of its companion and unable to move.

Start.

The knife fell.

puff!

The blade precisely cleaved open the wild boar's skull.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The men were spurred on by his decisive action.

"kill!"

Zhao Wu was the first to respond. He gripped a sharpened spear tightly with both hands and used all his strength to stab a wild boar that was trying to climb over the pile of carcasses.

The spear pierced the wild boar's neck.

The wild boar, in pain, thrashed wildly, its immense force nearly sending Zhao Wu flying.

Upon seeing this, the two men nearby immediately raised the stones and sticks in their hands and smashed them down hard.

"🚫🚫🚫This beast!"

"Aaaaaah!"

The smell of blood completely ignited the men's ferocity.

They roared and howled, throwing everything they could use as a weapon at the trapped wild boars.

The ravine was in complete chaos.

The screams of wild boars, the roars of men, and the sounds of weapons piercing flesh intertwined to create a wild and bloody symphony.

Qin Shaolang did not participate in the chaotic brawl.

He was like a calm hunter, lurking on the edge of the battlefield.

His movements were not fast, but every step was perfectly timed.

He would appear wherever a man was in danger.

A wild boar broke free of its restraints and charged at a young man.

The man was so frightened that he closed his eyes.

The expected excruciating pain did not come.

He opened his eyes and only saw Qin Shaolang's back.

Qin Shaolang stepped on the wild boar's head and cleanly finished it off with his wood-chopping knife from top to bottom.

"Look ahead, don't get distracted."

The cold voice rang out, and the man shuddered, quickly gripping his weapon and throwing himself back into the fight.

Qin Shaolang was like a battlefield commander.

"Li Si, take two men and block the gap on the left!"

"Zhao Wu, don't fight them head-on, attack their eyes and hind legs!"

"You three, get out of there, spread out!"

Each of his orders was brief and clear.

The men, who were originally in complete chaos, began to show some order under his command.

They were no longer a mob, but rather resembled a fledgling army.

The battle lasted from noon until dusk.

When the last wild boar fell, there was no more life in the ditch.

There were corpses everywhere, pig corpses, piled up in layers.

The blood formed a stream that flowed slowly between the rocks.

The strong smell of blood was almost suffocating.

The men slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

They were covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell whether it was their own or that of the pigs.

Everyone's face was etched with exhaustion and despair, but even more so with a sense of bewilderment and disbelief at having survived such a catastrophe.

Won.

They actually won.

Twenty refugees who couldn't even get enough to eat slaughtered an entire herd of wild boars.

All eyes turned to the man who stood alone amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Qin Shaolang.

His body was covered in blood, but his posture remained upright.

His face was expressionless, as if what he had just experienced was not a bloody massacre, but just ordinary labor.

"gentlemen……"

Zhao Wu struggled to his feet, his voice hoarse and trembling slightly.

"We...we..."

He wanted to say something, but found himself unable to say anything.

Awe, fear, worship...

Complex emotions surged within him.

The man before him was beyond his comprehension.

That's not a person.

Is it a god, or a demon?

"Take a headcount of the wounded."

Qin Shaolang spoke, breaking the silence.

"Carry the seriously injured back first."

"For minor injuries, treat the wounds yourself."

"The rest of you, get to work."

He pointed to the pig carcasses scattered on the ground.

"Move all of these things back to the valley before dark."

The men suddenly realized what was happening.

Yeah, let's get to work!

These aren't terrifying monsters, they're food! They're meat! They're the hope that allows my family to survive!

"Quickly! Get moving!"

Li Si was the first to jump up; his arm was cut open, but he didn't care.

He pounced on the carcass of a piglet, shouting excitedly, "Meat! So much meat!"