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

The wind and snow seemed to have stopped at that moment.

The seven or eight grayish-white figures did not launch a direct attack, but instead slid down the hillside silently like wisps of smoke.

Zhao Shanhe didn't even hear much footsteps in the snow.

These animals, which live in the deep mountains year-round, have fleshy cushions under their feet.

They spread out with great skill, forming a crescent-shaped "fan," slowly and steadily encircling the center.

The leader was a large male wolf with bristling, silver-gray fur on its neck.

It didn't walk in front, but stood on a high rock, looking down with a cold gaze as if it were looking at a corpse.

It is waiting.

Wait for this two-legged creature to reveal a weakness, or for it to turn around and run away.

If Zhao Shanhe dares to expose his back, the pack of wolves will instantly turn into a meat grinder and tear him to pieces.

The distance is gradually decreasing.

Fifty meters... thirty meters... twenty meters.

Zhao Shanhe could even see the drool dripping from the mouth of the lead wolf and the foul-smelling white vapor it exhaled with each breath.

"Snoring..."

A low, rumbling sound came from the alpha wolf's throat.

Upon receiving the command, the two wolves at the front suddenly lowered their bodies, bent their hind legs slightly, and arched their backs like two fully drawn bows.

Now! This is the prelude to an attack!

Zhao Shanhe knew he absolutely couldn't let them move first. Once they were tackled, there would be no saving them.

We must strike first, unleash a thunderous attack, and intimidate them!

He suddenly picked up the old foreign cannon, but instead of aiming the muzzle at the cunning alpha wolf, he locked onto the "lead wolf" that was closest to him and had the fiercest eyes.

"Want to eat me? I'll break your teeth!"

boom--!

A deafening roar echoed like thunder through the narrow, secluded valley!

The old cannon spewed out a tongue of fire more than a meter long, and the strong smell of sulfur and gunpowder instantly exploded in the cold wind.

Too close, less than fifteen meters.

The specially made single-ended lead bullet, with a cross-shaped groove, slammed into the head of the "lead wolf" with tremendous kinetic energy.

*Thud!* It was like a heavy hammer smashing a rotten watermelon.

The wolf didn't even utter a sound before half its head was smashed open, and its body was thrown to the ground by the enormous impact, splattering red and white matter all over the snow.

This shot is meant to establish authority!

The loud gunshots and the bloody scene of their companions' gruesome deaths instantly terrified the wolf pack.

Several young wolves were so frightened that they tucked their tails between their legs and howled, instinctively darting back more than ten meters.

Even the ruthless alpha wolf was startled by this sudden, thunderous attack, causing a gap to appear in the previously tight encirclement.

Zhao Shanhe knew that the gun was out of bullets.

But he didn't show any fear, and didn't even bother to load the gunpowder.

He slung the scorching hot gun barrel behind his back, drew the blood-stained dagger with a backhand, stepped forward, trampling on the dead wolf's corpse, and roared at the remaining wolves:

"roll!!!"

This roar was powerful and carried the murderous aura of someone who had lived two lives and personally slain the wild boar king. In this icy wasteland, he was more like a wild beast than any other animal at that moment.

The wolf pack, already terrified by the gunfire, could no longer hold back.

For wild animals, the thunderous roar and the gruesome sight of their companions' heads being instantly smashed are horrors they cannot comprehend.

Without any hesitation, the remaining six or seven wolves were so frightened that they tucked their tails between their legs, let out a strange howl, and scattered in all directions!

Even the vicious alpha wolf was shaken by the sound and instinctively turned and darted into the bushes dozens of meters away.

The valley was instantly empty.

"Huff... huff..."

As the gunfire subsided, Zhao Shanhe swayed slightly, then quickly used his knife to steady himself.

The shot was fired too hastily, and the huge recoil of the old cannon hit his injured chest, almost making him choke.

Fortunately, he had already checked when he rested after slaughtering the pig and found that his bones were not broken, but he had a severe stitch in his side and some bruises.

Although he was in excruciating pain, it was because the injury had been aggravated, but it didn't stop him from working nimbly.

He rubbed his numb shoulders, his eyes sweeping over the desolate forest with a sinister look.

Although there wasn't a single wolf in sight, the hairs on the back of Zhao Shanhe's neck still stood on end. He knew perfectly well—those beasts couldn't have gone far.

In this season of early snowfall and severe food shortage, once wolves smell blood, they are like leeches clinging to a leg, never letting go until they see flesh and blood.

They must be lying in some sheltered snowdrift right now, or hidden deep in the withered meadow, with only their green eyes showing, staring intently at this place from the shadows.

They are waiting.

Wait until he shows weakness, or wait until he becomes greedy.

Zhao Shanhe glanced down at the 480-pound wild boar mountain at his feet, then at the eerie old forest around him. "Damn it, what bad luck!"

Wolves aren't the only ones lacking food in this forest.

The strong smell of blood wafted on the wind, and before long, lynxes, wolverines, and even bears that hadn't yet settled into their dens would be drawn over.

The current situation is: the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light, and we are surrounded by powerful enemies.

"This pig can't be taken with us."

Zhao Shanhe gritted his teeth; he was incredibly frustrated.

This is like having a mountain of gold but having to beg for food, and then having to hand over the gold to someone else.

But he was unusually clear-headed: if he were to be greedy and try to get a share of the meat at this moment, he would risk his life.

But Zhao Shanhe, having lived two lives, never considered returning home empty-handed!

Since he had no choice but to leave this pork to these beasts as "toll money," he had to find a way to make up for it elsewhere!

His gaze fell on the wolf carcass that had just been killed at his feet.

This is a strong, adult male wolf with thick, silver-gray fur. Although its head is broken, the fur below its neck is intact.

"Since you ate my flesh, then you'll pay with your skin!"

Zhao Shanhe planted the old cannon in the snow and then pulled out his dagger.

He made no attempt to hide his presence, even deliberately facing the bushes where wolves might be hiding, and stomped hard on the hind leg of the wolf carcass.

Swish! Swish! The knife swiftly sliced ​​two cuts open on the inside of the wolf's leg.

Zhao Shanhe's technique was extremely skillful, a skill honed over decades. The blade moved between the skin and flesh, making a "hissing" sound as it peeled away.

The sound was particularly jarring in the silent valley.

From the depths of the distant snowdrift, several suppressed, uneasy low moans could be faintly heard.

The wolves watched as their fellow wolves were skinned alive by the two-legged creature like onions. The fear that came from their very bones made them too afraid to move; they could only watch helplessly.

To kill the chicken as a warning to the monkey.

I'm standing right here, skinning your companions alive. Who dares to come up and try?

In less than five minutes, Zhao Shanhe had peeled off a whole wolf pelt, still warm and dripping with blood.

He wiped the blood off the wolf pelt in the snow, rolled it up skillfully, and stuffed it, along with the red fox he had picked up earlier, into his basket.

As for the mangled wolf carcass, he kicked it next to the wild boar like it was trash.

After finishing all this, Zhao Shanhe didn't waste any words, and didn't even show any extra expression.

He sheathed his sword and gave one last cold glance at the shadowy figures in the distant woods.

As an experienced hunter, he knew better than anyone else that once a choice was made, there was no room for hesitation.

Since these hundreds of kilograms of meat can't be taken away, they're left as "toll money" for these beasts.

There's nothing to criticize; this is the rule in the mountains—survival of the fittest, risking one's life for food.

He slung his old cannon over his shoulder, pressed one hand against his aching chest, and trudged through the knee-deep snow, turning and walking away.

He didn't run, nor did he look back. His steps were extremely steady, his rhythm unwavering, and each step firmly planted on his feet.

This composure, on the contrary, made the restless wolf pack in the distance even more wary. They didn't dare to make a sound until his figure crossed the mountain ridge and completely disappeared into the wind and snow.

Until they crossed the mountain ridge, the terrain completely blocked their view.

Suddenly, a frenzied tearing sound and a fierce struggle erupted from the deathly silent valley behind them.

"Crunch—crunch—"

That was the sound of bones being chewed, the low growl of a wild beast guarding its prey.

The hungry wolves, who had been suppressing their hunger for so long, were finally convinced that the evil star was gone. They began the most primitive and bloody division of the spoils for the two huge lumps of flesh.

Hearing the commotion, Zhao Shanhe didn't stop walking; instead, he quickened his pace. Once they started eating, the game was over.

These 480 jin of meat have completely tied these beasts' legs; even if the sky were to fall, they would have to fill their bellies first.

Zhao Shanhe touched the basket on his back with his other hand. It was hard and stiff, containing a frozen red fox; and it was warm and slippery, containing a whole wolf pelt that had just been skinned.

Although losing the pork was painful, the heavy weight in his hand gave him some peace of mind.

"A whole wolf pelt can fetch at least thirty or forty dollars. Plus this fox, this trip, though dangerous, wasn't a complete waste of time."

He made money, but Zhao Shanhe was not satisfied.

As he walked, he squinted at the direction of the eastern forest farm, his mind quickly reviewing the day's gains and losses.

Why did the pig get lost? It wasn't because of poor marksmanship or lack of courage.

His only fatal flaw is that he can't fight alone. Faced with such an organized and disciplined wolf pack, he can only save his own life; protecting his food? Absolutely impossible.

"We still need a dog..."

Zhao Shanhe exhaled a breath of white air, his eyes instantly turning scorching.

If he had a good dog to help him, he wouldn't have needed to pull that "empty city ploy".

Even if he only helps him hold off the flanks or gives an early warning, he has a chance to remove the most valuable parts from that pig.

For a mountain runner who wants to make a fortune in the deep mountains, a dog is a second life, an eye in the back of his head.

But not for ordinary dogs.

Ordinary mongrel dogs would be terrified by this wolfish stench and would just be easy prey if brought into the mountains. You need a vicious dog that can keep the mountains in check!

A rumor from his past life instantly flashed into Zhao Shanhe's mind.

Old Sun, the gatekeeper of the forest farm, is an eccentric old hunter who keeps a "blue wolf hybrid" (a cross between a wolf and a dog) that no one can tame.

I heard that dog is incredibly fierce, it even dares to bite people. Old Sun keeps it locked in the backyard with a big iron chain all year round, keeping it like a wild animal.

We have to get our hands on it.

Zhao Shanhe tightened the straps of his basket, enduring the pain in his chest, and strode down the mountain into the swirling snow.

"Just wait and see."

"Tomorrow I'm going to meet that old man Sun. Once I bring that 'mad dog' back, no one will be able to take anything from these mountains away from me!"