Even if a few unlucky ones fall in, the deepest snow right now is up to their thighs. Anyway, they can still move around in the snow, so they can still kill the pig.

At this point, Sheng Xiping didn't care about anything else. He, Wang Jianshe, and Chen Weiguo slid down the hillside and followed the tracks of the large running basket.

If a wild boar is startled, it will run for its life, and it won't stop until it's time to feed the animals around three or four in the afternoon.

However, this big running basket had been shot twice by Sheng Xiping and was seriously injured, especially the second shot, which hit the pig's belly.

Sheng Xiping examined the bloodstains along the way; they were dark red, suggesting internal organ damage.

This pig is doomed; it's only a matter of time before we catch it and kill it.

Moreover, there are some tricks to hunting in the mountains; if the prey is injured, you can't keep chasing it.

The more you chase, the faster the prey runs, as if it feels no pain and keeps kicking desperately.

However, if the prey can't catch up, the injured prey will realize that there is no danger and relax, finding a place to rest and heal.

But most of the time, once they lie down, they never get up again.

So Sheng Xiping didn't let Wang Jianshe and the others run for their lives to chase after them. Instead, everyone followed slowly behind, following the hoofprints and bloodstains.

Along the way, the three of them built a fire, roasted some dry rations, and rested to replenish their energy.

After that, the three of them followed the tracks left by the wild boar and kept chasing forward.

Two legs can't keep up with the speed of four legs, and they even had to eat and rest along the way, so the chase lasted until after 2 p.m., and they didn't know how far they had gone.

"Wait a minute, something seems off up ahead."

As they were walking forward, Sheng Xiping suddenly heard some strange noises and immediately grabbed the two people.

Against the wind, the sounds ahead were indistinct, but Sheng Xiping could vaguely hear a sinister howl coming from afar.

That wasn't the squealing of a pig; it sounded more like the cry of a wolf. Could it be that there are wolves ahead?

"Xiping, what's wrong?" Wang Jianshe asked in a low voice when he saw Sheng Xiping's serious expression.

“Listen carefully, can you hear wolves howling ahead?” Sheng Xiping pointed ahead, indicating that Wang Jianshe and the others should listen carefully.

The wind was blowing against them, and Wang Jianshe and his team didn't have good hearing, so they couldn't hear anything other than the wind.

"Impossible. In recent years, there have been very few wolves around our forest farm."

I heard my dad say that a few years ago, troops were stationed here and went into the mountains to hunt down wolves several times.

"That time you carried a wolf home, my dad said it was strange; he hadn't heard of anyone encountering a wolf in the mountains for years."

Wang Jianshe shook his head, feeling that Sheng Xiping was being overly cautious.

"Yes, my dad said that too."

Their families were among the first to arrive at Qianchuan Forest Farm, so they definitely know more than others.

“No, it must be a wolf.” Sheng Xiping shook his head. He was very certain that what he heard was a wolf howling.

"Don't forget, wolves have a strong reproductive capacity. Sometimes a female wolf will give birth to two litters a year, with a litter of five or six pups, or as many as ten."

"It's been so many years since the eradication, can't we even allow them to reproduce again?"

Sheng Xiping has always been skeptical of this claim; if no one hunts wolves, the wolf pack will surely proliferate.

Wolves used to live in protected areas, but if their numbers increased too much, they would definitely fight for territory and food.

Most importantly, tigers have become increasingly rare in recent years, and even in nature reserves, their numbers have plummeted.

Without their main natural predators, wolves can easily proliferate.

Seeing Sheng Xiping's certainty, Wang Jianshe and Chen Weiguo were also unsure. "Then what should we do? Shall we turn back and not chase after them?"

"What should we do? We don't care if it's a wolf or a tiger, the guns we have aren't just for show."

Based on the sounds he had just heard, Sheng Xiping judged that there were wolves ahead, but not many.

Relying on the fact that the three of them were carrying semi-automatic rifles and had dozens of bullets in their pockets, Sheng Xiping made a bold decision to go and take a look.

They were currently located in the southeast of Shuguang Forest Farm, not far from the Zhang Lianxiang Hill that Wang Jianshe and the others had mentioned.

During the tracking, the wild boar's footprints on the ground were messy and the bloodstains were getting darker. Sheng Xiping guessed that the wild boar was probably dying.

The area ahead is probably where the wild boars were roosting, and the wolves were likely attracted by the smell of blood.

How could one simply hand over prey that was already within their grasp? Even if there were wolves, one would still go over to assess the situation, take a few bites if possible, and then decide what to do next.

Wang Jianshe and Chen Weiguo didn't believe in wolves to begin with, and they were even less willing to give up the big running basket they had already obtained.

Upon hearing Sheng Xiping's suggestion to go and take a look, the two were naturally happy to agree.

So the three of them, guns in hand, crouched low and carefully followed the wild boar tracks.

After walking for about a mile, the howling ahead became clearer.

Wang Jianshe and Chen Weiguo heard this too, and their hearts skipped a beat, a chill running down their spines. They hadn't expected there to actually be wolves.

Sheng Xiping waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet. The three of them quietly pulled down the safety, held their guns, and slowly moved forward under the cover of the big tree.

Sure enough, after walking a short distance and rounding a rather large boulder, Sheng Xiping saw the situation ahead.

Halfway up the mountain, a small black hill lay on the ground, clearly the large running basket that had escaped earlier.

And right there in the belly of the running basket, something seemed to be moving.

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