American Farmers: Facing a Cutoff at the Start

Fett could only continue to hide.

He was like a bullfighter who had lost his cape in the bullring, relying entirely on his adrenaline-fueled instincts to teeter on the edge of life and death.

The wild boar missed its attack again, and its immense momentum caused it to crash headfirst into the dense bushes by the roadside like a bulldozer.

"Click, click."

It knocked down a small tree by the roadside, revealing its stark white stump.

"throat--"

It let out a strange cry and frantically shook its head from side to side, trying to break the vines that were wrapped around its fangs.

run?

Do not!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fett stepped forward and slashed at its hind leg tendon with a backhand!

But the beast thrashed about, and the knife missed its mark. The tip only grazed the rough pigskin and penetrated halfway into the flesh, drawing a string of splattered blood beads, but failed to injure the Achilles tendon.

The wild boar, gripped by pain, became utterly enraged.

It tore at its body and snapped a clump of vines in two!

It quickly shook off the weeds clinging to its fangs, turned around, and prepared for its next attack!

This time it learned its lesson.

No longer charging headfirst in a straight line, but charging forward while raising its head and swaying it from side to side, its pair of sharp fangs sweeping across like two wielding scythes.

The area covered by the fangs instantly doubled.

With nowhere to dodge, Fett could only scramble to the side, crashing heavily onto the rough dirt road.

The sharp pebbles instantly ripped bloody gashes into his left palm, the skin and flesh at the base of his palm peeling back, causing excruciating pain.

My right hand was also slightly worn out.

Even so, Fett still gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, not daring to relax for a moment.

"Huff... huff..."

He gasped for breath, enduring the pain as he pushed himself up from the ground and immediately got to his feet.

The wild boars are attacking again!

Following the same pattern, Fet anticipated the direction of the wild boar's attack, shifted his weight, and prepared to dodge.

But just as Fett was about to dodge, this beast suddenly swung its rear end and changed direction!

"Oh no!"

Fett forced a twist of his waist to dodge, but was ultimately a beat too slow.

"Sizzle—"

Thick jeans were as brittle as paper in the face of sharp, bony fangs.

Fett felt a chill on the outside of his thigh, followed by a burning pain, and warm liquid instantly flowed down.

The wild boar struck successfully, stopped with its hooves, and suddenly turned around.

Instead of pressing its advantage, it stood a few meters away, panting heavily.

Fett actually saw a hint of cunning and smugness in those small eyes!

He stumbled a step to steady himself and glanced down.

My lungs felt like they were on fire, and I was in excruciating pain at the wound.

I reached out and touched it; my hand was covered in a sticky, bloody red substance.

Fortunately, the wound was not deep; it was just a superficial injury that didn't damage any major tendons or bones, and the leg can still exert force.

A man and a pig faced off under the cold, pale moonlight, their heavy breathing mingling together.

The wild boar's eyes were red, and a clump of foul-smelling white foam accumulated at the corner of its mouth, dripping onto the gravel with a pattering sound.

Fett wiped the blood off his hands on his jeans, gripped the knife handle with both hands, and his eyes turned cold.

A moment of life or death.

Arrived.

The wild boar stuck out its tongue and licked the blood belonging to Fett from its tusks.

"Hmph, hmph—"

A howl, seemingly mocking yet defiant, emanated from its filthy, foul mouth.

Immediately afterwards!

Its hundreds-of-pounds body was raised high, its two front hooves off the ground, and its hind leg muscles were taut, ready to leap forward!

Fett did not dodge.

He took a deep breath, lowered his body, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and tilted his body slightly to one side.

Grip the knife handle with a reverse grip, tighten your muscles and point the blade vertically upwards. Look past the wild boar's waving forelegs and lock your eyes on the area behind its left foreleg elbow joint.

Its heart is located between those two ribs!

At this critical moment!

"Bang!!!"

A deep, thunderous gunshot shattered the silence of the night.

The wild boar, about to leap, suddenly froze!

The bullet's immense impact sent its upper body flying backward!

"Boom!"

The massive body lost control and crashed heavily onto the gravel road half a meter in front of Fett, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The four hooves twitched a few times, then remained completely still.

By the moonlight, Fett could see that the murderous intent on the ugly pig's face had not subsided, and his murky little eyes revealed astonishment.

A large chunk of its skull was ripped open, and red and white matter was scattered all over the ground, filling the air with a stench.

Fett remained frozen in that knife-holding pose for two seconds before his taut, iron-like muscles slowly relaxed.

He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his chest heaving, and his whole body drenched in sweat.

He turned his head with some difficulty, looking in the direction of the gunshot.

Just a few dozen yards away in the darkness, Lyra was holding a shotgun, wisps of white smoke rising from its muzzle.

The cool moonlight poured down like a white veil, outlining her tightly pursed lips and the contours of her profile.

gorgeous!

Clang.

Fett dropped the knife in his hand, leaned back, and collapsed onto the cold dirt road in a starfish shape.

He looked at the cold, lonely moon overhead and exhaled a long breath.

It's good to be alive!

"Fate!"

Lyra ran over with her shotgun in hand, her boots making a rapid thud on the gravel.

She first glanced warily at the wild boar's carcass, seeing its skull smashed to pieces and brains spilled all over the ground, confirming that the beast had no chance of survival, before throwing down her hunting rifle.

With a "thump".

She rushed to Fett's side, knelt on the ground, and cupped Fett's face in her hands, her fingertips icy and trembling. Her voice trembled:

"How are you? Where are you hurt?"

"It's nothing, I'm just exhausted."

Fett lay on the ground, wanting to raise his hand to comfort her, but found himself powerless and could only manage a forced smile.

He glanced sideways at the 'King' that had fallen beside him.

The blade was covered in black blood and bristles, but it still gleamed coldly.

At the same time, a huge sense of lingering fear welled up inside me.

Fortunately, on a whim today, I decided to forge this large, heavy Bowie knife.

Its thick back and wide blade not only allow for chopping and slashing, but can also be held with both hands.

If today's forging were a Western-style kitchen knife as thin as a cicada's wing, or one of those delicate folding knives...

Fett shivered.

Those fragile little things are no different from toothpicks in front of a 300-pound wild boar.

Forget about cutting off its neck, it probably couldn't even pierce a wild boar's skin.

If that were the case, he definitely wouldn't have lasted this long, much less waited for Leila's gunshot.

Fett propped himself up and turned to look at the calf in the enclosure.

The deafening gunshot just now didn't scare it away.

Little Bean blinked his big, wet eyes, looking helplessly at Fett, who was slumped on the ground, and the dead pig in the distance.

Its eyes were full of innocence and curiosity, and it was even ruminating on something.

That damn cow!

If it weren't for that heartless little thing's shout, the wild boar wouldn't have been startled prematurely.

When you grow up, I'll make you into the finest tomahawk steak, medium-rare, with black pepper, and chew you a couple of times to vent my anger!

Leila didn't speak; her gaze darted frantically over him, checking every injury.

Skipping over the chafed palm, the gaze stopped at the gruesome wound on the front of Fett's thigh.

The thick jeans were ripped open, the skin was turned inside out, and blood was still seeping out.

"Don't move."

Leila picked up the knife that had fallen to the ground and deftly took off her work jacket.

"Sizzle—"

The blade sliced ​​through her, cutting a slit in her close-fitting knitwear. She tore off a wide strip of fabric.

She reached out and wrapped the strip of cloth around Fett's upper thigh, found the right spot, and tightened it firmly.

"hiss--"

As the adrenaline subsides, in addition to weakness, the pain intensifies.

Fett gasped, grimacing, "Layla, be gentle! You're going to break my legs!"

Instead of loosening her grip, Leila tightened her knot even more.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her tone was fierce:

"Shut up! What if you lose too much blood if you don't tighten it?"

"fine."

Fett looked at her nervous expression and shook his head:

"I just touched it. Although the wound looks scary, it only scratched the skin and didn't damage any major blood vessels or muscles."

"It just looks a bit pitiful, but it'll be fine after a few days of rest."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Leila breathed a slight sigh of relief after confirming that the bandage was securely tied and no more blood was seeping out.

She wiped away the tears on her face, then draped his arm over her shoulder, gritting her teeth and trying her best to lift him up:

"Let's go! We're going to the hospital!"