Komatsu's Love Defense

I endured the discomfort and drank a bowl of hot soup, then lay in my sleeping bag without saying a word, quietly listening to the sound of the wind and snow outside, and gradually fell asleep. Although it was still cold outside, I slept very deeply that night.

When I woke up again, the cold morning light covered the earth like a veil, which made me gasp for air and shiver. The outside world was already covered in silver.

The gourmets woke up, packed their bags, and prepared to set out on their journey again. When I saw A Lu again, his body was covered with white frost, like a snowman.

A Lu turned his head slightly and looked at us, frowning slightly, with a serious and calm look in his eyes: "It's time for us to set off!"

Snow flakes fell one after another, and the ground was covered with thick snow. As we went deeper, the wind and snow became stronger and stronger, and the strong wind whistled like a sharp sword, making people shudder.

I followed A'lu with difficulty. The ice and snow under my feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Every step was extremely difficult, as if I was stuck in a quagmire.

At this point, I no longer had the strength to move forward. I could only pull A'lu's hand and said weakly, "Ah... Mr. A'lu, I really can't walk anymore..."

A Lu stopped walking, squatted down and motioned me to lie on his back: "Xiao Song, let me carry you for the rest of the journey."

I lay on Alu's broad back, feeling at ease: "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Alu."

A Lu carried me on his back, holding my legs tightly with both hands, and moved forward step by step. Although his face was covered with frost, his steps were steady and powerful.

A Lu stepped on the snow, making rustling sounds, and walked forward with difficulty in the wind and snow. Looking back, there were only seven of them left behind: "The number of people has decreased a lot..."

Machi looked back and observed, his tone serious: "Except for my men, everyone else is out."

A gust of wind blew over, and Takimaru closed his eyes tightly and raised his hands to block the cold wind: "The wind is getting stronger, and the ignition tights can't keep out the cold, Mr. Aru."

A Lu pursed his lips, but when he turned around, he unexpectedly found a group of huge frozen bison standing not far away. Their heads and front bodies were huge, their shoulders were like towering camel humps, their necks were short, their heads were large and their foreheads were broad, and they had long, curved horns.

The frozen bison were mighty and majestic, huge in size, and covered with chestnut-brown hair. A'lu immediately became excited and couldn't help shouting, "This is a captured level 11 frozen bison. Let's use its meat to make preserved fruits and its hair to make winter clothes!"

“Plululu…”

The frozen bison stared fiercely at the people in front of them, and the hot air from their noses instantly dissipated in the cold wind. Their feet kept stomping on the snow, as if they would attack like an arrow from a bow in the next moment.

Alu turned to look at Machi and Takimaru, with a very serious expression on his face, and said: "Takimaru, Machi, I'll leave Xiaosong in your care for the time being."

Takimaru decisively waved his hand and rejected Alu. He said seriously, "No, Mr. Alu, leave this to us."

"Yeah, if you move around a bit, your body will be a little warmer." Machi gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands, looking as if she was facing a formidable enemy.

"Is that so? That's really reliable! Xiaosong, you'll soon be able to cover yourself with warm fur." ​​A Lu looked at the two of them, his lips slightly raised, revealing a smile.

I lay on A'lu's back, trying to open my hazy eyes, and forced a smile: "Thank you very much... both of you..."

Takimaru closed his eyes tightly, clenched his fists and pressed them against each other. Then he raised his hands and swung them, taking a combat stance in one go.

I looked at Takimaru's series of smooth movements, and my heart was filled with doubts. I couldn't help but ask Alu: "Mr. Takimaru...what exactly is that series of movements..."

A Lu looked at Takimaru, a faint smile appeared on his face, and explained: "That is an action rehearsal. Before performing a skill, by doing some specific actions, you can improve your concentration and thus increase your confidence in the success of the skill!"

"The same is true when I rub my hands thoroughly when using a knife and fork. Everyone has practiced action rehearsals, and the higher their quality, the more promising the results will be." Alu's eyes were extremely focused, staring closely at every move made by Takimaru.

(Note: Action rehearsal, in sports such as golf, certain predetermined movements are made before hitting the ball. This is a preparatory action made to organize the impression of the hit and concentrate.)

"Moo-"

The frozen bison faced Takimaru, with a determined light in its eyes. It lowered its head, pointed its sharp horns at Takimaru, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

Takimaru opened his eyes, his eyes full of firm conviction, and shouted: "Even though it's super thick fur, watch me peel it off!"

The frozen bison rushed over, Takimaru raised his hands, firmly pressed down the huge body like a city wall, and then pressed on the frozen bison's body: "Open the bottle and shoot!"

"Click——"

There was a crisp sound, which was the cry of the frozen bison's trunk bones breaking. Takimaru lifted the frozen bison high up and threw it to the ground.

Takimaru squatted down panting, the frozen bison's body was like a huge iceberg. He took great pains to dislocate the frozen bison's trunk.

A Lu cast a look of approval and couldn't help but praise: "This concentration is perfect."

Machi, on the other hand, completely relaxed his body. His "exhaustion" skill had been charged for a full three minutes.

At this moment, the frozen bison was furious and rushed towards Machi at the speed of a 100-meter sprint. Machi suddenly pulled out the sword beside him and stabbed the frozen bison that was attacking him like lightning. In an instant, blood gushed out directly.