Just when I was expecting everything to stop, suddenly there was a roar, and a huge beast jumped down from the tree and stood directly among the wolves. Its roar was deafening, like the roar of a car engine suddenly accelerating, and it crawled on the ground, causing the wolves to retreat and become cowardly.

I saw that it looked like both a tiger and a leopard, and I immediately remembered a creature called 獍 in ancient books. There was an ancient book called "Records of Strange Things" which said: "獍 is a beast that looks like a tiger or leopard but smaller. When it is born, it eats its mother."

The characteristics of this creature are that it looks like both a tiger and a leopard. It is also said that this creature will eat its own mother since birth, and is particularly ferocious. However, some people have long said that this hyena is what we commonly call a jaguar, and they are indeed similar.

But the one in front of me is definitely not just a jaguar. It is sized like a tiger, with a shoulder height of at least 1.2m and a body length of more than 2m. Its tail is terribly long. It is called a tiger, but it can climb trees. Its body is like a leopard, but it is huge, standing tall and motionless like a mountain. It is no exaggeration to describe it as a ferocious and hideous beast.

Its fur was leopard pattern, but its demeanor was like that of a king in the forest. It stood among the wolves, showing no sign of weakness.

Several wolves surrounded it and pounced on it. The beast whipped one of them away and then pounced on another one with swift speed, tearing its throat. The wolves cried out in pain and the others were frightened and dared not move forward. Not long after, the wolf that was bitten became silent, with blood flowing from its neck and its pupils dilated as it died. As a top hunter in the jungle, it was actually bitten to death as a prey. You can see how big a psychological shadow it has left on me.

The wolf king howled in the distance, and the rest of the wolves tucked their tails and slowly retreated, retreating from here under the leadership of the wolf king.

The leopard-printed beast released the wolf's neck, and a rumbling sound like gears slipped from its throat. It stood there and licked its paws. I silently said in my heart, "You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me..."

However, it still turned its face, looked at me with its brown eyes, and walked towards me calmly.

I swallowed my saliva and thought to myself, how much faster can my reaction speed be than that of the gray wolf? If it stares at me, can I still survive?

It was moving left and right below, looking for the right angle to jump up, and I was also moving my body, trying not to get caught!

"Brother Beast, look, you've hunted enough prey today, enough for you to eat for a week. Overhunting is not good, let's stop here, okay?" I actually said so much to a wild beast.

It bent down at this time, and I watched the opportunity, listened to the sound, and acted immediately when I heard the wind. As soon as it jumped up, I immediately went down, came down from the branch, and fell to the ground. Due to the improper falling method, my feet bore a greater gravity and sprained their feet immediately.

I held my legs, rubbed them a little, and was about to run away immediately, but I heard a bang, and the beast in front of me jumped down, stomped heavily on the ground, and approached me.

If I turn around and run now, the distance difference plus my sprained leg means I'm basically seeking death. But with my mortal body, fighting with him is also no different from seeking death. In this situation, I'm doomed either way.

Thinking of Yunwen's reluctance to let me go, I feel so sad. The beauty was waiting for me, but I was not lucky enough to see her again. How sad and pathetic...

I instinctively stepped back, and it followed me with its teeth bared, moving faster and faster. Just when my life was hanging by a thread, I felt a hard object under the snow. The texture of this object was too familiar. If we were to say which partner a soldier is most familiar with, it would definitely be the weapon in his hand, the gun that he uses to go through life and death.

And what I am touching in the snow now is exactly this, a gun. And through a slight touch, if I am not mistaken, it is a second-generation rifle replaced by the United States during World War II, called M16. You can tell from the touch that this kind of gun is very applicable. I think some black gangs will also buy it for use, which means it is a hot commodity for treasure hunters.

I think it must be the gun of the soldier who was bitten to death and fell on the ground, but it was covered by heavy snow last time, so I didn't see it...

At this time, the leopard-print beast has already made preparations. Once it bites, I think a big piece of meat will be dropped into my throat. I have to seize the opportunity to be prepared. This is a matter of life and death.

It pounced at me, and I rolled over immediately after hearing the sound of wind. I also pulled out the M16 from under the snow. The button on it was already "SEMI", indicating that the gun had been fired before it was thrown away. The beast reacted very quickly. The moment I turned over, it immediately adjusted its posture and bit my neck. I could only use my arms to block it in time to avoid being bitten through!

Sure enough, it bit my arm first. It didn't bite through the coat on my arm immediately, but the bite force was enough to make me feel excruciating pain. I immediately raised the M16 with one hand and opened fire without even aiming. Da da da!

The extremely loud and clear sound of the bullet hurt my eardrum and scared the beast. I thought its ears must have felt bad too. Unfortunately, its ears were bleeding from my blow. It immediately backed away and looked at me with wide eyes, but did not fight with me impulsively again.

I took advantage of this opportunity to stand up, holding the gun and pointing it at its head. A soldier with a gun is like having water and a soul. From now on, it and I are almost evenly matched.

In addition, I stood up and was much taller than it, so it had to look up at me. In terms of the psychological game between the two sides, I had a lot of advantages. My momentum and the damage just now made this vicious beast re-evaluate the hunting relationship between us. It is very smart and is not willing to do anything that risks its life.

I held the gun the whole time and didn't dare fire any more bullets because I didn't know how many rounds were left in the magazine. Not knowing was more useful than knowing now.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a long time. It growled, ran into the bushes and disappeared. I still held the gun in case it was just pretending to leave to confuse me. But when I saw it again, it was running on a tree in the distance, with its big tail exposed. It was obvious that it didn't want to fight with me.

I breathed a sigh of relief. If we weren't in the jungle, I would probably collapse.

My legs and feet were so frightened that I couldn't move. After the intense tension, my stomach started to feel tight. I immediately found a spot and started to vomit. Hot sweat soaked my whole body!

At this time, the dead wild boar on the tree fell down and landed heavily on the ground. Since it was dead, its meat could only be eaten by other creatures. I fought with that vicious beast with my life, and now that I have won, this prey will be my trophy.

"It's a pity that I can't take this dead wolf away because I have limited strength. The name of my camp is Fenglang. We take wolves as our teachers and spiritual guides. Our instructors also teach us to learn from wolves, so you can be considered half of our teachers. Out of respect for our teachers, I will bury you so that you can die with some dignity." I sighed.

Then he dug a hole in the thick snow with his hands, dragged the wolf into the hole and buried it. But after all, it was dug by hand and he was afraid that the vicious beast would change its mind, so the hole was not very deep. He just made do with it and covered it with soil, then piled up thick snow and two stones as a token of his respect.

After finishing all this, I bowed as a sign of respect, then dragged the dead wild boar back towards the Huoquan old house.

I was eager to go home, and I was afraid that Yunwen might have problems, so I didn't think too much when I went back. But the facts later proved that my lack of consideration at that time was a particularly fatal mistake...