It's broad daylight now, so the fight with the leopard that night couldn't have happened. I can see everything clearly, and everything is still under my control.
"You motherfucker, die!"
With a loud shout, I thrust the wooden spear in my hand precisely into the eye socket of the sow. The sow rolled on the ground and let out a shrill scream.
But it quickly got up again as if it were going crazy, and I knew something was wrong. I ran towards the higher part of the frame, and just as I ran away, the mother boar lifted the two trees that had already been bitten off directly off the frame.
I heard the sound of willow branches snapping, and the injured wild boar was even more agitated and dangerous than before.
At this moment, one of the sow's eyeballs had been punctured, and red and yellow fluid was flowing out of its socket. Seeing that I had climbed back up to a higher place, the sow became very angry.
He immediately accelerated and crashed directly into one of the trees. The tree, which he had gnawed in half, could not withstand such a blow and was snapped in two.
Now my framework is reduced to just the point beneath my feet; the rest has been destroyed by the mother boar, so there's little difference between having it and not having it at all.
When the mother boar saw that I could only cling to a tree to survive, she once again showed me what a mad beast looks like.
The beast began to repeatedly and rapidly ram its head against the tree trunk, even as blood was flowing from its head, trying to shake me off the tree.
Although I lost my frame, fortunately there was an icicle and some broken wood on the tree that I could barely stand on, so it couldn't knock me off for the time being.
The female wild boar seemed to realize that she had been too hasty. She shook her somewhat dazed head and then began to gnaw on the tree again.
It still has one eye, so I have no chance of defeating it. I'll have to gouge out its other eye too!
Thinking this to myself, and looking at the wild boar that was now burying its head in gnawing at the tree, I became fierce. Today, it's either you die or I die!
I held the wooden spear in my mouth and stealthily began to move down. By this time, the wild boar was probably so enraged that it had lost its mind. If it had just used its nose, it would have noticed something unusual, but this time it completely ignored the movements around it and just continued to gnaw on the tree.
Perhaps it thought I was too scared to move and never imagined I would sneak down and approach it.
Closer...just a little closer...
Once I reached the right distance, I didn't hesitate for a moment. I raised the wooden spear in my hand and thrust it towards the other intact eye of the sow.
With a piercing scream, the sow went completely berserk. She stumbled back several steps and crashed into the tree I was standing in. I knew that in this situation, my only chance of survival was to jump down and run away.
But that guy was too fast. My front foot had barely touched the ground when I heard a cracking sound from the tree, and the tree, along with me, was sent flying.
Instantly, I felt the terrifying power of a wild boar's full-force charge with my own body. It was like a giant hammer slamming into my chest, making me see stars.
This was even with the tree in front of me blocking most of the force; the subsequent force was probably less than 30%!
If it hadn't hit a tree, but instead hit me directly, I estimate my sternum would be broken and my heart would have stopped beating.
"Hmph!"
The sow was panting heavily, sniffing the air intently. Now that both her eyes had been gouged out, she could only rely on her sense of smell to locate her prey.
This thing quickly located my position. I saw its hind legs kicking the dirt; it was preparing to sprint at full speed and take me down in one go.
I tried to get up as quickly as possible, but the impact to my chest was quite severe. I tried several times but couldn't get up from the ground, and I thought to myself that this was the end for me.
I'm currently sitting facing this beast; if it charges at me, it'll definitely knock my head off.
"Sitting posture!"
Just then, a flash of lightning struck my mind, and I recalled a thrilling scene.
That was a scene of the bravest and fiercest Maasai warriors on the African continent fighting a lion alone.
Both sides were exhausted and seriously injured. Finally, the lion pounced on the dying Marseille warrior, who, using the stability of a triangle, planted his spear at a 45-degree angle at the last moment and used the momentum of the lion's attack to kill his opponent.
The wild boar was already in front of me. I didn't have time to think. I held the wooden spear in my hand, raised it above my head, and then lay down on the ground.
Almost at the same moment, I felt a tremendous inertia pierce through my wooden spear.
When I opened my eyes again, the sow's throat was pierced by a wooden spear, and blood was dripping onto my face.
But that wasn't enough to kill the beast immediately. When I looked at its spine, I was shocked; that was the reason for its rapid death.
The wooden spear, propelled by the boar's immense force, pierced its throat and emerged from its spine, instantly causing the giant beast to suffer brain death and remain motionless on the spot.
Fortunately, I didn't adopt the Maasai posture of sitting upright to hold my spear like that man did.
I'm certain that the wild boar's impact force was several times greater than that of a lion. If it had been sitting down, its body, sliding through my throat, could have reflexively bitten off my head in that final strike.
Because right now, the position where I raise my head is exactly between the upper and lower jaws, where the wild boar's tusks are turned outwards and tightly clenched.
I rolled over and crawled out from under the wild boar's belly, my face covered in blood. But I didn't care; I just breathed in the fresh air.
For a fleeting moment, my heart almost stopped pounding with anxiety. This brush with death has given me a new understanding of this land.
It seems I'll have to be extra careful if I want to travel in this area in the future.
I lay there for who knows how long, until the sun was high in the sky, before I slowly got up from the ground, clutching my chest.
After all this commotion, the slight chill I caught last night seems to have been scared away. Now I'm just starving; those bastards ate all the grilled fish, and I don't know where they've gone.
All I had left in front of me was this three-hundred-pound sow, but I didn't have a knife. Trying to cut its skin with a stone was practically a pipe dream.
However, it wasn't a big problem. After searching the ground, I found my fire-starting mirror on a piece of bark. I held this treasure in my arms; thankfully, apart from a few scratches, it was mostly undamaged.
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