Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The night wind howled down the mountain ridge, carrying with it the lingering chill of the snow, like a rusty, dull knife, scraping harshly against Zhao Shanhe's soaked cotton-padded coat.

He didn't feel cold when he was struggling in the mud.

But once I stepped out of that depression, the energy in my chest dissipated, and all the mud, fatigue, cold, and the bone soreness from holding my breath and carrying a gun for so long all came crashing down on me at once.

Zhao Shanhe's legs felt like they were filled with lead.

My knees were numb and painful, and with each step forward, it felt like a handful of tiny ice shards were grinding back and forth between my bones.

Black Dragon is also having a hard time.

This top-quality hunting dog was covered in foul-smelling mud, its tail drooping low. Every few steps, it would turn back warily to stare intently at the way it had come, its throat emitting barely audible breaths.

The man and the dog stumbled and staggered their way back to the base of a sheltered cliff.

Behind him was a cold, hard stone wall; to his left stood a dead birch tree as thick as his waist; and to his right was a muddy slope where one could sink up to their ankles.

This place is not comfortable to sleep in; the stones are hard, the air conditioning is cold, and lying here all night can make your whole body stiff.

However, it has an excellent view, is backed by mountains, and has barriers on both sides, making it a natural fortress that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Normally, if you bring two hunting dogs into the mountains, the two dogs can take turns keeping watch and you can manage to get some sleep. But now that there's only Black Dragon left, this long night is destined to be extremely difficult to endure.

Zhao Shanhe didn't dare to sit down immediately.

He walked around the base of the cliff, carefully probing all the nearby hiding places—grass hollows, rock crevices, and hollows in dead trees—with the barrel of his gun.

After confirming that there were no hibernating venomous snakes or other wild animal dens, they used the fallen log to feel their way out of the canvas bag with a flint and steel and dry birch bark.

The fire still needs to be lit.

Old Linzi doesn't light a fire at night; that's not because he's brave, it's because he's tired of living.

But he didn't dare to light a big fire.

They dug a shallow pit at the base of the rock face with their feet, placed a few pieces of dry birch bark underneath, and then propped up a few semi-damp twigs. (Fire)

The seedlings licked slowly along the bottom of the pit, their faint, dark red glow mostly blocked by the stone walls and fallen logs.

Zhao Shanhe took off his soaking wet cotton-padded coat, wrung it out a couple of times, and black muddy water gushed down the hem of the coat.

The clothes underneath were also mostly wet, clinging to the skin like ice blocks, making one shiver.

But he wasn't in a hurry to dry the clothes.

He first placed the old hunting rifle across his knees, pushed open the chamber, and carefully checked the slug by the dim red light to make sure it wasn't damp. Then he reached behind him and touched the bolt of the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.

After confirming that both iron weapons were in good condition, he took out a pack of oil paper from his backpack.

Peel back the layers of oil paper to reveal thick slices of braised beef, along with several pieces of bone-in jerky specially prepared for Heilongjiang.

Zhao Shanhe picked up a piece of jerky, waved it in front of the black dragon, and said in a low voice, "Eat."

The black dragon was already starving, so it swallowed the whole thing without even chewing.

After Zhao Shanhe finished swallowing it, he threw another piece over before stuffing a slice of braised beef into his own mouth.

The meat was cut and wrapped by Lin Xiu that morning, rubbed with coarse salt, and frozen solid until it was as hard as a shoe sole, but the oily smell was still there.

After chewing it with all my might, a salty and savory flavor exploded along the back of my tongue, finally suppressing the muddy and wild boar blood taste in my mouth.

Zhao Shanhe pulled out another white flour pancake, rolled it up with cold beef, and swallowed it down in a few bites.

Since he entered the mountains, he hasn't had a proper meal.

After spending so much time lying in the mud and water with that big worm, the cold wind and tension had almost drained all my energy.

Now that the fried dough and beef have entered my stomach, the tight, throbbing feeling from being too hungry has slowly subsided.

He unscrewed the kettle, took a sip of cold water to suppress the salty, fishy taste in his mouth, and his mind cleared up a bit.

Zhao Shanhe leaned against the cold stone wall, his eyes half-closed, and began to repeatedly review the scene in the depression in his mind.

That beast must have discovered him.

Zhao Shanhe had no illusions about this.

Its final glance back was perfectly timed.

Despite being more than twenty steps away amidst the miscellaneous trees, mud, rotten leaves, and the stench of wild boar blood, it still fixed its gaze on the dead tree trunk it was lying on.

This is not a coincidence.

But that's also the problem.

Now that you've discovered him, why didn't you attack him?

Zhao Shanhe slowly chewed the cold beef in his mouth, his brows furrowing little by little.

Are they full and unwilling to take risks?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he suppressed it.

wrong.

If you replaced it with a black bear, a wolf, or even a regular leopard, it might be too lazy to bother with such a thing once it's had enough to eat.

But tigers are different.

Especially these large, territorial insects that dominate the mountains. Since they have already discovered people and dogs hiding in the shadows, they should, even if they don't pounce, at least lower their bodies and growl to force the creatures out.

But it didn't. It just glanced at him.

Then they dragged the wild boar away.

Afraid of people? That's even less accurate.

These tigers, weighing four or five hundred pounds, are like roaming freely in the old forest.

If it were truly afraid of people, it wouldn't have calmly and methodically killed that 300-pound boar right in front of Zhao Shanhe.

That leaves only one possibility.

It sensed the gun.

Zhao Shanhe's eyes gradually darkened.

Animals in the mountains certainly don't know what a hunting rifle is.

But they know what is safe and what is dangerous.

Especially old people who have lived for many years.

I heard gunshots.

I've seen blood.

I smelled gunpowder.

It's even possible that many years ago, a hunter might have grazed it from afar with a single shot.

Wild animals in the mountains recognize this best.

One painful experience can be remembered for a lifetime.

The beast didn't attack because it was wary of the iron weapon in his hand.

Zhao Shanhe followed this line of thought and pondered it a step further.

This one layer alone made all the hairs on his body stand on end instantly, and a layer of extremely damp and cold white sweat seeped out from his back.

If we follow this logic, it would be terrifying.

The worm dragged the wild boar away not because it was full and unwilling to take risks, but because it was a feint to lure him away from his shooting position!

Zhao Shanhe suddenly recalled the details of what had just happened in the depression.

It was a large boar weighing over 300 pounds.

In an old forest full of dead branches and leaves, and muddy and filthy, how could there only be movement when you turn around for a short while while dragging such a large lump of dead flesh forward?

The moment the beast's massive body disappeared into the shadows of the bushes, the dull dragging sound and the snapping of branches abruptly and eerily ceased.

The old forest was so quiet that even the wind had stopped, and the 300-pound wild boar seemed to have vanished into thin air.

This isn't going too far.

The moment the giant worm retreated into the shadows, it stopped, abandoning the wild boar!

even……

Zhao Shanhe clenched his aching molars tightly.

Even the last titmouse that suddenly took flight was not startled by the tiger's massive body.

That was the beast lying in the darkness, deliberately stirring up the branches to scare out the "pathfinder"!

This apex predator had actually been lying in the shadows less than thirty paces away from him the whole time.

She stared intently at him with those cold, violent, amber-colored vertical pupils.

Watch as he slowly froze in the mud and water.

He finally couldn't hold on any longer and got up.

I watched him turn his back and drag his numb legs away from the muddy bunker where the gun was set up and there was no flaw in the defenses.

Zhao Shanhe exhaled a breath of white air tinged with the smell of blood, and the weariness in his eyes was instantly suppressed by an extremely sharp killing intent.

"You beast."

He muttered a curse under his breath.

"They've got their eyes on me."