Chapter 1272: Snow Wolf Zhuoma

The serf camp of the Pagyi Family.

Flames shot into the sky, and amidst the vast night, ghostly blue lights flickered like will-o'-the-wisps outside the camp.

"Awooo—"

A high-pitched wolf howl rang out. The alpha's cry was answered by the howling of the entire pack.

A woman with her hair tied into numerous long braids, wielding a long whip, rode atop a massive white wolf, charging into the camp at the forefront.

Behind her were hundreds of wild wolves that roamed the Snowy Plateau!

On the wolves' backs were also over thirty powerful warriors.

They were the force in the Snowy Plateau that did not submit to Sangha Monastery and the Four Great Families—the resistance army.

The resistance army's attack was exceptionally sudden. The power of the Four Great Families was very solid, making the resistance army's daily survival extremely difficult.

Usually, it was the Four Great Families who tried every means to hunt down the resistance army, while the resistance army's counterattacks could only take the form of guerrilla warfare against scattered family forces.

But on this night, they chose to strike the Pagyi Family.

The sudden assault by the resistance army caught the Pagyi Family's private soldiers unprepared, dealing them a blow they were not ready for.

Soon, large swathes of the camp were set ablaze, flames leaping skyward. The terrified serfs ran out, screaming in despair like sheep, or huddled together in clusters.

The woman leading the charge brandished her long whip, easily demolishing a house. Without the slightest pause, she tore down the surrounding walls and shouted to everyone:

"Get out of here quickly! You are free now!"

"You are not anyone's slaves, much less the chieftain lords' food! Take up arms, seize the food and warm houses that belong to you!"

The serfs trembled, but upon hearing these simple, clear words of encouragement, a glimmer of light appeared in many of their eyes.

They weren't slaves?

Food that belonged to them... and houses?

Yes, they were not born slaves.

Before the apocalypse, they all had bright futures. It was that near-world-ending blizzard that destroyed their homes and stripped them of their right to be human.

Now, they were merely the chieftain lords' livestock.

Laboring for them, providing them amusement, even becoming their food.

Slowly, some began to waver. They stood up.

The surrounding walls had been torn down by the resistance army. They could leave this place.

But where could they go after leaving here?

All the grain had been confiscated by the chieftains' private soldiers. If they left here, they would soon freeze or starve to death.

The voices of the resistance army echoed in their ears again.

"Down with these demons who devour people without spitting out the bones! The grain is ours, the houses are also ours!"

"Only by killing them all can we live well! For yourselves and your families, take up arms and fight them!"

The brave were few.

But the brave always exist.

Especially when a role model appears before their eyes, it's easier to ignite people's fighting spirit.

Those private soldiers who scrambled up in haste to meet the enemy were cut down like melons and vegetables by the resistance army charging into the camp.

The valiant female leader swung her long whip; a single lash could instantly slice several private soldiers, along with their guns, into two pieces.

The resistance fighters following her were also fierce as wolves and tigers, not to mention the large number of controlled wolf packs also attacking the Pagyi Family's private soldiers.

"I... I don't want to be treated like pigs and dogs anymore!"

A young serf picked up a gun from a pool of blood, roared, and then aimed the muzzle at the private soldiers not far away.

Those private soldiers didn't expect the serfs to dare resist.

The young serf's marksmanship was terrible, but at close range with a submachine gun, as long as you know how to pull the trigger, it will work somehow.

Several private soldiers were immediately riddled with bullets. At the moment of death, their faces were etched with fear and disbelief.

They seemed to have forgotten that those they had enslaved like pigs and dogs for the past two years were people.

People just like them.

Over time, people become numb under environmental influence. People cease to be people, and pigs and dogs cease to be pigs and dogs.

Only in the face of death does true fear exist.

Liang Yue and Mu Yan arrived here very quickly through shadow movement.

They saw the actions of the resistance army from afar, which made Liang Yue's heart burn with fervor.

"Indeed, beneath the darkness, there is still a light that is difficult to conceal!"

Mu Yan, however, calmly poured cold water on her enthusiasm from the side. "Light does not necessarily triumph over darkness, and reality is not an idealistic novel story. Miss Liang, you must not act impulsively."

"What happens here has nothing to do with us."

Liang Yue lowered her gaze. "I know that. Don't worry, I won't intervene. But, what if we tell them the location of those imprisoned women and let them rescue them?"

Mu Yan said, "They'd have to listen to what you say!"

Indeed, at a time like this, if Liang Yue suddenly jumped out and offered them information, how could they possibly believe her easily?

They might even think they were people from the Pagyi Family, deliberately leading them into a trap.

Liang Yue felt somewhat anxious in her heart.

She was genuinely worried for those poor women and didn't want to see them suffer any longer.

But for now, they really couldn't recklessly reveal themselves; they had to wait for the right opportunity.

The arrival of the resistance army threw the camp into complete chaos. The private soldiers guarding the camp were caught off guard and were slaughtered, thrown into disarray.

However, this was after all the Pagyi Family's main base. Soon, the commotion here alerted Pagyi Gesang.

After listening, Pagyi Gesang calmly asked one question: "Has the Snow Mountain Divine Eagle come?"

The chief steward, Lhobu, reported, "No, the one who came seems to be that shepherdess girl, Drolma."

Pagyi Gesang said indifferently, "Send Chodak with men. Capture those who should be captured, kill those who should be killed."

Lhobu received the order and retreated step by step.

Soon, the Pagyi Family's true elite forces were mobilized.

A convoy composed of twenty armored vehicles drove out from near the Pagyi Family's courtyard, heading straight for the serf camp.

Although the number of men wasn't large, the equipment on the vehicles was extremely sophisticated.

Each armored vehicle was equipped with a heavy machine gun. Most crucially, the over one hundred warriors on the vehicles were all superhumans!

And the one leading them was one of the Pagyi Family's notable experts—Chodak!

The armored vehicle unit arrived at the area of unrest. Chodak was a dark-skinned man. He merely swept his gaze over the chaotic camp, seeing countless wild wolves galloping through the camp, tearing at the flesh and blood of the private soldiers.

"Kill!"

He coldly gave the order.

The machine gunners on the vehicles did not hesitate, directly pulling their triggers.

Blue flames spat from the muzzles. They coordinated flawlessly, using a web of fire from multiple directions to encircle most of the camp's entrances and exits.

Bullets tore through the air with a piercing sound, followed immediately by the "Thud! Thud! Thud!" of bullets penetrating flesh and tearing through tissue.

Author's Note