The two men held the axe tightly in their hands and slowly lifted the door curtain of the igloo.
The wind and snow, carrying ice chips, blew towards him. Zhao Wei covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves and searched around with his eyes narrowed.
The dead pine branches toppled here and there under the weight of the blizzard, and broken branches were scattered all over the snow.
“This way!”
Lin Qinghe suddenly lowered his voice and pointed to a raised snow pile twenty meters away.
A half-dried tree trunk was vaguely visible there, and it looked like an old pine tree that had dried and cracked.
Although there is snow on top, there are also icicles hanging on it.
However, there might be some dry branches underneath.
Only where firewood is piled up like this can you find dry firewood.
Zhao Wei's judgment was good and he quickly found some dry firewood.
Lin Qinghe smiled with some satisfaction: "You are not bad, you can do this, haha..."
Zhao Wei smiled and said nothing. This was nothing. He once followed a criminal into the snowy plains in order to catch him. He had no food and did not dare to shoot to scare the criminal away, so he survived for three days by eating snow.
Tsk tsk... At that time, I had a strong belief in my heart that I had to catch the bad guy, which led to such a heroic feat.
And because of these experiences, he suffered from serious stomach problems at a young age.
When he died heroically, he had actually been diagnosed by the hospital with advanced gastric cancer.
He couldn't survive. Even if he didn't die in that murderous scene, he would die from this terrible disease.
Fortunately, he is not fighting a threat now, he is really trying to survive.
It is not illegal to shoot here, and he has plenty of ways to help them get through this most difficult time.
And God seemed to want to compensate Zhao Wei, as he unexpectedly found a wild eagle's nest in the pile of firewood.
There were two big eagles, each of them fat, and they were carrying a few little eagles.
Survival of the fittest, there is nothing that cannot be done.
Either they die or I die.
Being too soft-hearted won't work at this moment.
Just as Zhao Wei was about to reach out to grab it, the old eagle suddenly flapped its wings and aimed its sharp claws straight at his face.
Lin Qinghe reacted very quickly, swung the axe and blocked Zhao Wei in front of him. The blade collided with the eagle claws, making a harsh metallic friction sound.
Two old eagles rushed out of the nest, circled in the air and made shrill cries. The snow on the ground was blown all over the sky by their huge wings.
"Watch out! They're coming!"
Before Lin Qinghe finished his words, an old eagle folded its wings and swooped down like an arrow.
Zhao Wei rolled sideways to avoid it, and his eagle claws scratched five deep grooves in the snow.
He seized the opportunity, took out the slingshot he carried with him from his waist, loaded it with sharp stones, and shot it hard at the old eagle in the air.
With a "pop" sound, the gravel accurately hit the wing of one of the old eagles.
The injured old eagle let out a mournful cry and fell crookedly on the snow not far away. The blood oozing from its wings instantly spread on the white snow.
Seeing this, the other old eagle gave up attacking, landed beside its companion, and gently pecked its injured wing with its beak, making a wailing sound.
Zhao Wei looked at this scene and suddenly felt a little bit of pity in his heart.
But thinking of Yunxiu who was starving in the snow house and the situation where she might run out of food at any time, he gritted his teeth, gripped the axe tightly and slowly approached.
At this moment, the originally quiet little eagles suddenly became agitated and made chirping sounds.
All things have spirits.
Zhao Wei originally wanted to capture the other old eagle as well, but at this moment he heard Lin Qinghe's pleading voice.
"Forget it, leave one behind and don't kill them all."
Although it would be difficult to leave one behind, these little eagles are already very big and might still be able to survive.
At least give them a chance to survive.
Zhao Wei nodded: "Master, don't worry, I will only catch that one."
Zhao Wei took a deep breath, gripped the axe tightly and approached the injured old eagle.
Although the old eagle's wings were bleeding, it still managed to half-stand up and issued a warning cry with its sharp beak.
The other old eagle could obviously leave, but it did not choose to leave. Instead, it stayed close to Zhao Wei, as if it was planning to die together with him.
Zhao Wei just used an empty slingshot to scare it away.
It's an instinct.
After scaring the eagle away, he quickly dealt with the injured old eagle in the snow.
Lin Qinghe drank the blood, drank it raw. To be honest, Zhao Wei really couldn't drink this kind of animal blood, although he knew it was a good thing, especially in such a cold time, drinking some warm liquid can generate some heat.
But... forget it, he really hasn't reached the end of his rope yet, and he will definitely not touch this.
He couldn't accept eating raw meat and drinking blood.
Zhao Wei stuffed the processed old eagle into his backpack and was about to turn around and go back to the igloo when he suddenly heard a rustling sound in the distance.
Taking advantage of the breaks in the wind and snow, he saw three people wearing patched cotton jackets moving towards him with one step deep and one step shallow. The old man in the lead was carrying a rusty hunting rifle, and the enamel pot on his waist made a harsh clinking sound in the snow.
"Comrade!" the old man shouted at the top of his voice, "We are from the forest farm next door. We got lost in the heavy snow. Can we get some food?"
Zhao Wei subconsciously tightened his grip on the prey in his hand. The old eagle had already been frozen stiff, and at this moment, it was very eye-catching.
These days, hunting wild animals is a serious crime, not to mention that they secretly go into the mountains to collect herbs, which is clearly speculation.
Lin Qinghe stood in front of him calmly, smiling: "Brother, we are also trapped. We only have half a pot of snow water left..." Before he finished speaking, a thin young man jumped out from behind the old man and glanced at the carved meat in Zhao Wei's hand: "Isn't this a wild bird? Good fellow, a fat one, enough for us to have a full meal!"
As he said this, he came up to grab it.
Yunxiu rushed out of the snow house and protected Zhao Wei behind him: "This is our life-saving rations! You can't take it!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the young man suddenly took out a dagger from his arms and waved it.
"Great! How dare you hide the prey! Come on, follow us to the commune!"
The old man's expression also changed, and he pointed his shotgun directly at Zhao Wei's chest.
The wind and snow were blowing harder and harder. Zhao Wei looked at the fresh blood on the other person's suede shoes and suddenly realized that something was wrong - how could an ordinary lost forest worker carry an animal skin that was still dripping with blood?
Before he could react, Lin Qinghe suddenly dragged him towards the igloo: "It's a poaching team! They want to rob us!"
The bullet flew past Zhao Wei's ear and a hole was made in the ice wall of the igloo.
The three members of the poaching team fanned out and surrounded them. The young man grinned and took out a dagger: "Hand it over obediently, or you will freeze to death here!"
Yunxiu's hand was cut by the ice, and blood dripped onto the snow, making the situation worse...
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