Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Just then, three gray wolves were gently licking the bloodstains left by Chang Kun after he had killed the antelope. They were starving and desperately needed to replenish their energy.

Just then, a wolf raised its head and sniffed the wind gently, as if it had smelled something.

Meanwhile, Jin Sanjia, Zhang Pianxin, and their son were crouching down, using rocks, weeds, and bushes to slowly make their way up the mountainside.

Afraid of making a sound and scaring away the wild boar, everyone walked very carefully. This was a 300-pound wild boar; how much money could they sell it for, and how much meat could they eat?!

We must not underestimate this!

Jin Sanjia, carrying a gun, walked at the front. He had only been in militia training for a few years, but he still remembered the essentials of shooting.

Zhang Pianxin and Zhang Buxiao hadn't touched a gun in many years, and they simply couldn't believe their marksmanship.

After walking behind a large tree, Jin Sanjia signaled that no one should move, as they were not far from the mountainside.

He was somewhat excited, wiped the sweat from his palms on his clothes a few times, took a deep breath, picked up his gun, and gently popped half of the barrel out to observe the situation.

Jin Sanjia peeked out and met a pair of eyes.

Those were yellow eyes, the vertical pupils filled with cruelty. Jin Sanjia's neck hair stood on end, and he felt as if he had lost two of his three souls.

He had already realized that it wasn't a wild boar, it was a wolf.

No, not just one!

It's the Three Wolves!

Only thirty or forty meters away from him, the three wolves stared indifferently ahead. They sensed three large animals approaching, but they didn't know if they were their prey.

Jin Sanjia shuddered, and his finger involuntarily pulled the trigger.

The gun didn't fire!

Grass!

I forgot to open my insurance policy!

Seeing the three-headed wolf dart close in a few quick movements, Jin Sanjia's hand trembled as he tried to release the safety pin, but his fingers wouldn't obey him.

The wolves drew closer, and Jin Sanjia, no longer caring about taking off the safety, pointed the gun at the three wolves and threw it forcefully, smashing it into them.

Without even checking if he had hit the three wolves, he turned and ran. After taking a couple of steps, he tripped and realized that the Zhang father and son were unaware of the wolves' arrival.

He cried out, "Run! The wolf is coming!" and dashed down the mountain without stopping, never having run so fast in his life.

The Zhang family father and son were squatting on the ground waiting for Jin Sanjia to hunt wild boar. They wanted to eat pork that night. They would put a big slice of fatty meat in their mouths, and it would sizzle with oil, fragrant and tender!

Hearing Jin Sanjia's cries, the two were startled. When they stood up to look, the three wolves were only a dozen steps away from them.

What the hell!

You fucking bastard!

Forget about cursing Jin Sanjia, the Zhang father and son were terrified and scrambled down the mountain to escape.

Logically speaking, three adults, even without guns, shouldn't panic if they encounter three wolves.

If a wolf were to fight an adult one-on-one, the wolf would most likely lose if the adult didn't back down.

If you encounter a wolf, you can usually scare it away by simply crouching down and picking up a stick or tree branch, or by loosening your belt and waving it around a bit.

They didn't have to be chased around like these three, running for their lives by the three-headed wolf.

Wolves and dogs generally have a habit: they won't chase you unless you run.

If you try to run away, well, sorry, it will run even faster and bite even more fiercely.

Those of you who are frequently bitten by dogs will understand this all too well.

At this moment, Jin Sanjia was running in the lead, Zhang Buxiao was running behind, and Zhang Pianxin, after all, was too old and his explosive power and endurance were far from enough, so he fell behind.

"Son, slow down, wait for your father!" Zhang Pianxin panicked as he saw his son getting further and further away from him.

Zhang Buxiao seemed not to hear, and kept running without saying a word.

At this point, just like in the story, I don't need to outrun the tiger; I just need to outrun you.

Zhang Pianxin was almost in tears. Was he going to lose his life on this mountain today?

The three wolves followed at a distance, neither too close nor too far. They dared not take any risks when faced with large prey, for fear of getting hurt, which often meant death for them.

Zhang Pianxin was secretly resenting his son for not helping him when he suddenly saw his son, Zhang Buxiao, stumble and fall to the ground.

"Ouch, damn it!" Zhang Buxiao was running too fast and didn't see the road clearly, so he tripped over a stone and fell to the ground.

He tried to get up and keep running, but after a few jumps, he couldn't run fast at all; he had twisted his ankle and couldn't muster any strength.

"Son, hurry up!" Zhang Pianxin ran to his son and, seeing that he couldn't run anymore, quickly took Zhang Buxiao's arm.

This is, after all, my own son. I've raised him from a tiny, rosy baby to adulthood with so much care. How can I just leave him on the mountain to be eaten by wolves?

One of them was old and the other disabled, so they couldn't run fast and could only move forward little by little.

Seeing that the two prey ahead seemed harmless, the three wolves cautiously approached step by step.

"Dad, what do we do? I can't run away! That bastard Jin Sanjia abandoned us." He completely forgot that just a minute ago, he was also about to abandon his father.

Zhang Pianxin was older and had some experience. He turned his head and looked around: "There's a pine tree over there, let's climb it."

The two men picked up stones to scare the wolf away, and then moved with difficulty to the base of a pine tree. The pine tree wasn't tall, but it was enough for the wolf, which couldn't climb trees, to hide under.

"Son, let me help you up the tree, I'll climb up later."

Zhang Buxiao's eyes were a little red; he was truly moved by his father.

By this time, the wolf was only five or six steps away from them. The old man told him to climb the tree first, completely leaving the hope of survival to himself!

Zhang Pianxin supported his son's feet, letting him climb onto the tree branch first, while his own back pressed against the tree trunk.

If you want to climb the tree now, you'll have to expose your back to the three wolves, and they'll probably pounce on you.

Zhang Pianxin was sweating profusely with anxiety. Just as he was at a loss for what to do, his son, Zhang Buxiao, called out from the tree, "Dad, grab my hand!"

Zhang Buxiao's legs got stuck in the tree branch, and he was upside down, reaching out his hand to his father.

The father and son held hands tightly, and Zhang Pianxin used his hands and feet to slowly move onto the tree branch. Only then did the two of them breathe a sigh of relief.

When they relaxed, they realized that their clothes were completely soaked and their hands and feet were sore and weak.

If you asked them to climb a tree now, they probably wouldn't have the strength, not even the strength to curse Jin Sanjia.

After resting for a while, Zhang Buxiao said to his father, "Dad, Jin Sanjia ran back to the village. Can we call someone to rescue us?"

"Of course! If he doesn't save us, is he even human?"

At this moment, Jin Sanjia had already run to the foot of the mountain, and when he looked back, the Zhang family father and son and the three wolves had disappeared.

He shivered, unable to bear thinking about what had happened in the mountains.

He felt terrible all over, sweating profusely, and felt terrified when he made eye contact with the wolf. He mustered his strength and ran home, threw himself onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and, not minding the heat, pulled the winter quilt over his head and fell asleep.

He had completely forgotten to ask the village for help.

The Zhang family father and son were left behind in the mountains, where they were accompanied by three wolves.