Night Raid
It was all because I couldn't keep my hands to myself.
Li Bai grabbed Zaxi's hand and firmly shoved the recurve bow back at him.
"You look down on me!"
Zaxi looked as if someone had stepped on his foot. His face flushed bright red, and against his naturally dark complexion, it looked even darker.
The way he gritted his teeth, you'd think he was about to start a fight with Li Bai!
The herders who knew what was going on all laughed and egged them on. Some urged Li Bai to accept the gift, saying it was the thought that counted. Others complained that the headman's bow was too shabby for a divine archer. Some had more modern ideas, shouting that it was the twenty-first century—who gave bows as gifts anymore? They should give him a gun, a Great Spear, something high-end and impressive like a Barrett.
Of course, that was nonsense. Why would anyone need a sniper rifle to herd cattle? They might accidentally shoot one of their own cows.
They had just weathered the perilous battle to defend Deji Village, so this was a welcome chance to shift their attention and relax. The area around Li Bai and Zaxi grew especially lively.
In the end, Zaxi's one-sided plan failed. He could only hold on to his recurve bow and sulk.
As the headman, Zaxi felt deeply embarrassed that he hadn't managed to give the gift.
The wolves' howls gradually fell silent, and the pack in the distance began to disperse. After losing nearly twenty wolves, they seemed to have decided that their casualties were too heavy and that they couldn't break through the flimsy fence. They gave up without hesitation.
Out on the grasslands, the wolves pursuing prey seemed more like nomads themselves.
As Deji