Although my armor wasn't heavy, the relentless attacks from these cunning creatures still left me drenched in sweat.
Just as I was about to continue using my spear to stab the jackals, a dangerous premonition suddenly flashed into my mind.
They know I can't see their location at all right now, but my spear can still inflict great damage on them.
Even so, why do they still risk coming towards me?
At that moment, a possibility suddenly occurred to me: they had decided to change their attack strategy. Previously, they had assumed I wasn't a significant threat, so they planned to finish me off quickly by disemboweling me.
But when I killed a jackal, these cunning beasts knew that I was not a prey to be trifled with, and that they could not rush to take me down.
Jackals also employ this tactic of alternating attacks when dealing with dangerous prey much larger than themselves.
They know they have no chance of winning in a direct confrontation, so they use their numerical advantage to delay and exhaust their prey.
Once these prey have exhausted their strength, they will find another opportunity to carry out the anal-splitting tactic.
My heart skipped a beat. What cunning fellows! I almost fell for their trick.
I ignored the jackals that attacked me; my spikes were already activated. Let them come and get what they want, as long as they can withstand the damage from those twenty-centimeter-long spikes.
Soon, seeing that I stopped attacking them, the jackals became somewhat anxious. They kept circling around me, clearly not expecting that their prey was not so simple either.
But they are notoriously greedy, and how could jackals, who haven't had their fill, possibly give up?
Seeing that I didn't make a move, they shifted their target again. This time, they aimed at my feet, and several times they pulled up my grass skirt.
These guys tore off quite a few of the willow branches, and I realized that if this continued, I would eventually be taken down by these cunning fellows.
I can use my memory to reach the mountain wall behind me. As long as I can ensure the safety of one side, my pressure will be greatly reduced.
I was lucky, and soon I touched that cold, hard stone again. I leaned against the rock, holding the spear horizontally into the darkness.
The fire had gone out, and I had lost all my advantage. I didn't know what to do anymore and could only passively defend against these beasts.
They still tried to attack my feet, so to stop them, I simply squatted down on the ground, which completely protected my feet from the spikes.
The jackals began to get impatient, constantly probing around my armor.
But now that I have my back against the rocks, they can no longer launch an effective attack from behind and can only probe from the front.
Frontal attacks were not the forte of these jackals, and in addition, they were afraid of the spear in my hand and hesitated to move forward. They could only sniff and pace about a meter away from me.
Several times, I felt my spear pierce one of them, but because they were on guard, it didn't cause them serious damage; I was probably just scratched.
Even so, it still put considerable psychological pressure on these animals, making them more hesitant to act after being injured.
Wild animals take great care in protecting their bodies; a serious injury in the wild is tantamount to a death sentence. I am like that, and they are no exception.
I don't know how long we were entangled like this. In the end, they probably realized that there was no profit to be made by continuing like this, so they might as well go and look around, where they might be able to gain something.
Those guys finally left, and the dead jackal was no longer important to them.
That's just how hunting in the wild is; death and injury are inevitable. If you have to blame someone, you can only say they were unlucky.
Because I couldn't see them, I didn't dare leave easily. After waiting for a long time, I found that the jackals were no longer making any noise around me, and then I slowly felt my way to the ashes of the campfire.
I remember when I started the fire, I placed some leftover tinder next to a crack in the rocks. After groping around, I finally found some dry tinder.
I picked up two more dry branches from the fire and started using the same method as using a plow to start a fire. After some effort, I finally saw a tiny spark.
I carefully poured the precious spark into the tinder and began to blow on it. Soon, as the smoke grew thicker, the tinder in my hand was ignited.
Seeing that I had relit the fire, I finally felt relieved. It was so dangerous! If those guys had succeeded in their sneak attack, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
After calming myself down, I took a piece of burning wood from the fire to use as a torch for lighting.
I took my basket back and went to check how big the jackal I had killed was.
I soon found my basket; it had simply been laid down and its appearance was not damaged.
Of course, they wouldn't leave me a single bit of the dried fish inside; there was just a jackal carcass not far away, about the size of a domestic dog.
Since you've eaten my food, I won't be polite anymore and will have to make you my food as well.
I didn't dare to sleep for the rest of the time, since I had nothing else to do anyway. I decided to skin the jackal first; animal fur has many uses, and it would come in handy eventually.
I gradually retrieved all my belongings, including my razor and bowl. Then I began using my razor to cut open the jackal's hide.
With the aid of this razor, it didn't take me long to deal with the jackal. Soon, I had completely skinned it.
I set the hide aside and then began to cut open the jackal's abdomen. By this time, all the blood had already drained, so there wasn't much fresh blood inside.
At this point, a horrifying triangular wound can be seen on the jackal's left lung lobe. It seems that the fatal wound was located here, which explains why the jackal died so quickly.
I emptied most of the internal organs and threw them far away down the steep embankment, but I kept the heart and liver as before.
I found some branches, strung the entrails together, and stuck them next to the fire to let them slowly smoke.
They found two Y-shaped branches and stuck them in the ground to make a support. Then they used a thick wooden stick to thread through and fix the jackal's body, and placed it on the firewood to be constantly turned and smoked.
This jackal weighed over 30 kilograms and was my food supply for the rest of my journey. So I roasted it very carefully, trying not to waste any edible parts.
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