Chapter 8 Werewolf Patrol_1
The electric farm tricycle made little noise as Yan Xing drove it, rumbling over the bumpy terrain of the desolate grassland.
The surroundings were dim, the tricycle’s headlights illuminating only the nearby ground, their beams swaying with the undulations of the land.
Under the unknown starry sky, Yan Xing had long since lost his direction. Fortunately, Lao Hansi, who was with him, was very familiar with this grassland and guided the "Great Army" straight towards the shacks.
It truly felt like that saying: "Big Dipper aloft, Geshu bringing his sword at night."
They pressed on, taking nearly two hours to reach the vicinity of the shacks.
Yan Xing guessed that Werewolves had sensitive noses, so he drove the farm tricycle in a small detour, stopping far off on the eastern, downwind side.
Then, with Lao Hansi and Eddie, he quietly climbed a gentle slope and lay prone on the reverse slope.
They crawled forward slowly, their bodies hidden in the grass.
The sporadic chirping of insects nearby only made the night seem quieter.
When Yan Xing reached the top of the slope, he peered through the gaps in the grass and clearly saw a flickering bonfire about two hundred meters ahead, and the shacks illuminated by its light.
The shacks, built of shrub branches and dried thatch, were not only low but also drafty from all sides.