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"Yes, yes! We haven't fought wolves in many years. They're vicious, really vicious!"
Zaxi's words were repetitive, strongly expressing his helplessness.
Guns were forbidden in the Pastoral Area. Even chasing the wolves in a car would have been useless.
What could they do?
Send them human flesh?
After finally obtaining a permit and hiring professional hunters with guns, no one had expected there to be too few guns and too many wolves. If the entire village hadn't turned out and arrived in time, the hunters responsible for driving off the wolves would have been wiped out.
Three guns, five people, and six horses had nearly all been fed to the wolves.
Faced with the imposing pack, the people of Deji Village could hardly be called superior in numbers. They shouted themselves hoarse to bolster their courage, waved Tibetan knives and clubs wildly, and made a ruckus for two hours before ultimately retreating in defeat.
Two people had been seriously injured and carried back, while seven or eight others had suffered minor wounds. The fact that no one had died was already a stroke of luck.
Under such circumstances, forget fighting the wolves—it was enough just to keep themselves alive.
The herders from Deji Village who had returned together did not disperse. Instead, they gathered in groups of three or five around the clinic. Some smoked, some drank in silence, and all of them wore gloomy expressions.
The wolves were absolutely terrible news for the Pastoral Area.
The vicious beasts could bite all their yaks to death and drive the herders into bankruptcy.
Like many plateau villages, Deji Village had no mineral resources, no industry, no agriculture, and no tourist attractions worth mentioning. All it possessed was an endless grassland and narrow streams and ditches. As a result, animal husbandry