"Gah!" The teeth collided, and the wolf king bit down only air. wWw.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.CoM Han Changchun disappeared abruptly in front of it, as if this person had never existed.
Seeing that things were not going well, the wolf king was about to turn around, but it was too late. Han Changchun was behind him and grabbed the wolf king's neck. He raised his arm and lifted the wolf king, who weighed nearly 200 kilograms, as light as a feather in his hand. He lifted him over his head and threw him towards a dead tree on the side of the road that was more than three people thick.
With a loud "bang", the tree shook violently, and the snow on the branches fell off, and thousands of layers of snowflakes flew everywhere, which was a spectacular sight.
He knew very well how much force Han Changchun had used in this throw. He had used at least seven levels of strength. Even if the wolf king didn't die, he would probably be unable to stand up.
Unexpectedly, the wolf king hit the tree, bounced and landed, paused for less than three seconds, rolled over, and shook his hair. He looked at Han Changchun coldly, and then looked at the baby crawling and rolling in the snow with reluctance. He raised his head, howled to the sky, and turned around and ran deep into the woods. When it left, the other wild wolves naturally had no intention of fighting anymore, and followed it. In just a short while, there was no sign of a wild wolf except for the twelve wolf corpses lying on the ground.
Han Changchun looked at the direction where the wolves disappeared, slowly put away his saber, and murmured: "What a fierce wolf king, but I didn't even throw it to death." He scratched his hair, unable to admit that he was getting old. His strength was not as good as before. If he were twenty years younger, 70% of his strength would be enough to smash the wolf king into a meat pie.
Walking closer to the baby, he carefully picked it up and held it in his arms. He could feel the baby's warm little body with a hint of milk scent.
Han Changchun is seventy-two years old. He has been a soldier all his life and has never married. In that chaotic era, it was difficult for him to take care of himself, so how could he take care of others? After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the world returned to peace and everything was in ruins. The whole country was engaged in the upsurge of construction, but he had the idea of retiring. He resigned from his high-ranking official position with his life-or-death friend Duan Qi and came to the desolate Donglin Mountains in the far north to live a secluded life. There is no intrigue in the officialdom, no hustle and bustle of the city, but a rare peace and tranquility.
Although Han Changchun and Duan Qi didn't say it out loud, they felt a little regretful about not having any children. As people get older, they yearn for a life with many children and grandchildren.
So, when Han Changchun picked up the baby, his heart moved and the corners of his mouth twitched a little. He lowered his head and looked around, hoping to find something related to the baby's life experience, but there was nothing else on the ground except for the messy wolf footprints. Who was so cruel to throw a baby who was just a few months old naked in the cold and desolate wilderness? What was even more unimaginable was that such a small baby could survive until now without being frozen to death. Han Changchun gently stroked the baby's pink face, causing the baby to giggle. In his big eyes, there was no difference between the old man in front of him and the wolf king, both of which could bring him warmth. Han Changchun liked it more and more. He looked up at the sky. It was getting late, so he opened his clothes and carefully put the baby in his arms, then used both hands to throw the body of the wild wolf onto the carriage. Wolf meat is unpalatable, but wolf skin is a good thing, and it would be a pity to throw it away.
Along the way, they did not encounter wolves again, but they were always accompanied by the howling of wolves, which sounded melodious and desolate. Han Changchun ignored them until he was close to the small village where he lived. The village was really small, with only more than 20 households and 40 to 50 people, all of whom were hunters and lived by hunting all day long. At the end of each month, people would bring the prey they had accumulated for a month to the market in Donglin Town at the foot of the mountain to sell in exchange for rice, flour, oil, salt and daily necessities.