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Chapter 87 King Qin's Circling the Pillar

This is a typical Soviet-style military storage room.

The area is not large, and the walls are covered with green and white insulation boards.

On the kitchen counter near the door, there were several dusty porcelain bowls and a pile of Russian seasonings with yellowed labels.

The north wall is lined with rows of heavy-duty shelves, stacked with all kinds of canned food.

After the four of them nervously hid inside, they were exhausted from their frantic escape, and their stomachs started growling loudly.

So Wang Jianxin, with his chubby belly, reached down a few tin cans from the shelf and examined them for a long time in the dim light, but still couldn't find the production date.

Song Xingye snatched it away and deftly pried open a can of luncheon meat.

Without thinking twice, he wolfed down two mouthfuls and mumbled a comment: "The taste is alright, it's not spoiled."

Wang Jianxin smacked his lips, looking disgusted: "These canned goods are at least twenty years old, you really dare to eat them?"

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Mira, standing nearby, said, "This is a strategic reserve from the Cold War era. According to military standards at the time, it has a shelf life of 25 months."

"It's been a year since we've had any food at all. If you don't replenish your strength quickly, are you planning to starve yourself until you become a wild boar's snack?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jianxin immediately lost his temper.

That's true; it's better to be poisoned by canned food than to be chewed up by a wild boar.

Song Xingye pried open another can of beans covered in Russian writing. He took a bite, and the sticky, stringy texture and the hard, gritty feel made him frown.

In any case, at least the problem of food and drink has been temporarily solved.

They ran so fast they didn't have time to bring any food to escape, and besides, the off-road vehicle had probably been overturned by the wild boar king.

Therefore, during this period, the only source of energy for everyone was these expired canned foods.

However, they still face a huge crisis.

Throughout the entire technology building, the clattering sounds of wild boars in herds echoed from all directions.

The wild boars seemed quite intelligent, as they knew how to use brute force to pry open the tightly closed doors, rush in and wreak havoc, and then huff and puff as they moved on to the next room after confirming that no one was there.

Their hooves scraped against the terrazzo floor, occasionally making a screeching sound.

Like a dull knife sawing through bone.

The terrifying one-eyed wild boar king has disappeared for the time being; no one knows where it went.

Fortunately, the wild boars had not yet discovered the hidden storage room on the third floor and were rummaging through the second floor like headless flies.

"Hey—what's up with these wild boars? Did we mess with them? Why are they suddenly targeting us like they're ready to fight to the death?"

After finishing the canned food and catching his breath, Wang Jianxin gripped a large wrench and began to complain.

Mira loaded the last bullet into the magazine, her expression grave: "We're just unlucky; we happened to run into the wild boars' mating season."

The Syr Darya River is not far from here, and its banks are covered with dense reeds, which are natural dens for wild boars.

Normally they roam in groups and are not very aggressive, but they are completely different during mating season.

"November to January is the mating season for wild boars in Central Asia. These wild boars are in a state of high testosterone levels, and a thick layer of connective tissue will grow under their skin."

Mira slowly described, "At this time, the wild boar's sense of pain becomes dulled, and it becomes extremely irritable. It will regard any moving creature as an intruder in its territory and will launch an attack, fighting to the death!"

Wang Jianxin's mouth dropped open: "So, we're just four punching bags? Then—they're not really going to eat people, are they?"

Song Xingye glanced at him. "Do you think wild boars get so fat because they eat vegetables?"

Mira added, "Normally, wild boars don't hunt live prey for food, but that's a different story when they're in heat. Besides, in places like Baikonur, where winters are bitterly cold and food is extremely scarce, these wild boars have been starving for who knows how long, so they certainly won't pass up a free meal."

At that moment, Ivan, who had been keeping watch against the wall, suddenly mumbled a sentence in Russian.

Mira's expression changed, and she put her index finger to her lips: "Shh—it's coming up!"

Everyone immediately stopped talking.

Song Xingye pressed himself against the door and could clearly hear a series of heavy hoofbeats climbing up the stairs.

Compared to their recent clumsy attempts to climb the stairs and their embarrassing falls like bowling pins, this time the wild boars were noticeably more skilled.

Song Xingye couldn't help but marvel at the wild boar's intelligence; its learning ability was incredible!

There was a vent in the wall of the storage room. He carefully stood on the table and peered into the corridor. Just then, a large, fat wild boar walked towards him.

This guy was almost as big as the One-Eyed King, with a grayish-white, long-haired pig face, long drool dripping from his mouth, and his two eyes were as intimidating as two green will-o'-the-wisps.

It slowly passed by the storage room and suddenly stopped.

The wet pig's snout twitched a few times, then it let out an excited "grunt, grunt" sound.

Damn it! It tastes like canned food!

Before Song Xingye could signal everyone to fan away the smell, the boar had already identified its target, let out a low growl, and then charged forward impatiently.

"Thump!"

With a loud crash, the iron gate remained unmoved, but the door panel instantly dented inward, creating an astonishing bulge!

All four were startled, not expecting the opponent's impact to be so strong.

Then came several more loud thuds.

The next moment, the already rusted lock could no longer withstand the impact and was smashed open with a bang.

A fishy, ​​foul odor wafted towards us.

The wild boar, drooling, roared as it charged into the room, its mouth full of tusks wide open and reeking of fish!

The four hurriedly dodged in all directions. Song Xingye grabbed a shovel from the side of the door and slammed it down hard on the pig's head.

The force of that slap was surprisingly great. Although the wild boar's body was covered in pine resin, its head was quite vulnerable.

The wild boar let out a miserable cry, then rolled to the ground and desperately lunged towards Song Xingye. Its sharp tusks immediately tore several holes in the down jacket, and large patches of white goose down burst out like snowflakes.

If it had gone in just one inch deeper, Song Xingye would probably have had to be disemboweled.

"Hit it! Hit it to death!"

Wang Jianxin and Ivan quickly grabbed sticks and chased after the wild boar, relentlessly striking it, making crisp "bang, bang" sounds.

Mira, holding the gun, aimed it repeatedly, sweating profusely, but she couldn't pull the trigger.

Because wild boars get so close to their companions, they can easily injure each other if you're not careful.

And so, the four men and the pig sat in the cramped storage room, like the King of Qin circling a pillar—

Song Xingye ran wildly ahead, pursued relentlessly by a maddened wild boar with its tusks bared. Wang Jianxin and Ivan beat it with sticks, while Mira aimed her gun at the target.

"Splash—"

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The shelves displaying canned goods were knocked over by the wild boars, and one by one, the tightly secured shelves crashed down on the boars, finally creating a rare opportunity.

In the chaos, the wild boar stepped on a rolling can, its massive body instantly losing its balance. Its four hooves slipped on the smooth terrazzo floor, and it fell heavily to the ground!

"Bang!"

Almost at the same instant, Mira pulled the trigger.

The wind howled across the boundless mountains and fields, and the sound of Makarov's pistol was almost swallowed up by the snow. The wild boar fell into a pool of blood in an instant, twitched a few times, and then lay still.

Before everyone could catch their breath, the corridor was filled with the sound of countless hooves once again.

Song Xingye rushed over and slammed the deformed iron gate shut, yelling, "Push down all the shelves and use them to block the gate!"

Mira, Wang Jianxin, and Ivan immediately did as instructed.

These shelves were originally secured with anchor bolts, but the commotion just now had loosened them.

The three men pushed and kicked them until they all collapsed to the ground.

As soon as they were pushed to the door, a storm of crashing sounds erupted outside.

The group braced themselves against the metal frame, barely managing to hold the iron gate in place. The violent impacts made everyone's hearts pound wildly.

After a long while, the terrifying crashing sounds gradually subsided.

Song Xingye signaled everyone to hold on, and then carefully stepped onto the table and peeked out through the air vent.

He immediately spotted the enormous, one-eyed wild boar king.

It was glaring fiercely at the iron gate, pacing back and forth anxiously. It tried to ram it a few times, but when it found that it wouldn't budge, it huffed and puffed in anger, scraping its fangs against the gate with a harsh sound.

Song Xingye jumped off the table, wiping away a cold sweat. "Even Pig Boss is helpless this time; they can't break down this iron gate!"

The group breathed a sigh of relief, panting heavily.

But the threat outside the door was not eliminated.

The sounds of hooves pawing the ground and heavy breathing were still clearly audible.

Song Xingye dared not be careless.

"Don't stop, keep reinforcing!"

He then directed the group to kick over several rows of shelves, piling them all behind the door until they reached the opposite wall, forming a stable triangular support structure.

In this way, the iron gate was completely blocked.