Chapter 722 Let Them Go
The charcoal burned quietly, sparks scattered in the red and yellow flames, and it was warm... like a roast!
Bifang on the kang was covered with musk ox skin. He had a little sweat on his forehead and sweat oozing out of his back. Every pore felt painful as if it was pricked by a needle, as if there was a thorn in his back!
"Ho-ha!"
Bifang suddenly woke up, his back soaked with sweat. He subconsciously reached out to grab the wooden spear leaning against the wall. After grabbing it, he realized that he was still in the wooden house and nothing had happened.
Strange, a nightmare?
Bifang was puzzled, but the nightmare did not affect him at all. He reached out to touch the kang, and the temperature was not very high, the same as the previous few nights. Why was he sweating so much today?
Do you have a fever?
Bifang reached out to touch his forehead, but couldn't figure out what was going on. Goudan next to him stuck out his tongue. If you didn't know better, you would have thought it was a dead dog. It didn't react at all.
Just when Bifang thought that it was all an illusion, and perhaps he was feeling subconsciously uncomfortable because it was the first time he had stayed in the wilderness for so long, a subtle rubbing sound was heard from outside the cabin.
Bifang was startled, the joints of his hand holding the spear bulged, and the green snake moved away.
There's something outside the door!
…
Zheng Fahua is a student and a mature college student. He studied well in middle school and went to an average high school. He studied well in high school and was admitted to an average college.
The difference is that Zheng Fahua listened to the advice of a group of elders in his family who had never been to college, and treated college as a relaxing place. He skipped classes every other day and stayed in the dormitory playing games and reading novels. Now it is the end of the semester, and he regretted his decision when he saw the terrible scores on the test papers he had done, and he grabbed his textbooks and studied hard all night.
But even so, Zheng Fahua did not give up his hobby - watching live broadcasts.
Zheng Fahua was holding a book, and the fan of the gaming laptop on the table was whirring, sounding like a rainstorm outside the window. In the center of the screen was not a young lady, but a live game broadcast in progress.
The host on the screen hit the target with one shot and successfully typed GG. Just as Zheng Fahua exclaimed that it was a good dish and that he should use the Luo Bifa rule to Q the opponent, a pop-up window popped up saying "Exciting things to come, don't miss it".
"Fang Shen live broadcast? What's going on? It's stuck again?"
Zheng Fahua is not only a game fan, but also a wilderness survival fan.
Ever since he first heard the titles of "No. 1 Jungle Player", "Man at the Top of the Food Chain", and "God of Hunting" from his friends, he thought he was some famous game anchor and searched for it.
Zheng Fahua was completely attracted by wilderness survival and left Shark and turned to Langya. He just saw Bifang go off the air at noon. According to the time difference, it would be evening when he woke up, right?
Maybe something unexpected happened?
Zheng Fahua kicked the upper bunk: "Brother, wake up, get up and watch Fang Shen show off!"
The roommate on the upper bunk was the culprit who dragged him into this trap.
"Hmm? Fang Shen? What Fang Shen, have you had dinner?"
The roommate who was taking a nap was a little confused. He reached out and stroked the phone under the pillow. Suddenly, he heard Zheng Fahua, who was sleeping in the lower bunk, exclaimed: "Fuck, wolf!"
[What a big wolf! ]
The audience in the live broadcast room swarmed in and made the same exclamation.
Bifang clenched the spear in his hand. Only the weapon in his hand could give him a sense of security. He looked up at the drone and realized that the live broadcast had started, so he lowered his voice.
"There were no animals harassing me in the past few days, so I let my guard down a bit. Unexpectedly, a big one came."
Yes, with more than twenty Arctic wolves, how could it not be big?
Most people would be scared to death if they woke up and saw their cabin surrounded by wolves. Fortunately, Bifang was not an ordinary person and was able to keep his composure.
Bifang finally understood why he was sweating profusely and felt like a thorn in his back when he was sleeping soundly.
Beast intuition!
This amazing talent has a miraculous effect!
Through the observation port on the Bifang wooden wall, the audience can clearly see the wolf pack in front of them. There are nine Arctic wolves on this side of the observation port alone, and wolves can often be seen in other directions.
Each of these Arctic wolves is as big as an Alaskan, but is far less honest than an Alaskan. Whether it is the fangs in the wolf's mouth or the gnarled limbs, everything shows that these guys are absolute hunting machines.
In the wilderness, they fight against giant musk oxen and herds of reindeer!
The Arctic wolf is not a "petite" timber wolf.
Few creatures can survive in the Arctic environment. The ones that are well known to ordinary people are polar bears and Arctic foxes, which rely on the natural advantages of their bodies to thrive in the Arctic.
The Arctic wolves are different. They have fought for their own place in the Arctic mainly by relying on their tenacious will and amazing wisdom.
[What should I do? What should I do? They are digging a hole. Are they eating my prey?]
[Fuck, how can I tolerate this? ]
【Crush them! 】
[Don’t be so impulsive…]
【By the way, why do Goudan and the others sleep so soundly? 】
Seeing the barrage, Bifang couldn't help but glance at Goudan who was still sticking out his tongue. It has to be said that domestic dogs have eventually lost their wildness. They are good at pulling sleds, but when it comes to fighting, these six dogs can never turn into six wolves.
Bifang quietly used his spear to prop up the wooden door, then went to several other directions and looked through the observation holes, trying to figure out the number of wolves.
The more they watched, the colder their hearts became.
At least twenty!
[Oh my god, this is too much, right? Twenty?]
[Why is there still a little wolf? ]
"The environment in the Arctic is too harsh, so Arctic wolves will gather in larger numbers to form a sufficient advantage and keep each other warm. Therefore, the wolf packs here are not seven wolves, but at least two digits. Larger families may even have 20 to 30 members."
Bifang stared for a long while, holding his spear, hesitant. He didn't know whether he should go out and drive away this large wolf pack.
If the one coming is a small family of less than ten, Bifang's current strength is enough to drive them away and almost avoid any injuries.
But if there are more than twenty of them...it doesn’t mean that we can’t defeat them, but accidents are likely to happen.
Like getting bitten or something, or...
Bifang looked down at Goudan who was pretending to be dead. Once the fight started, they would definitely not be able to sleep. By then - several of the six sled dogs would most likely die.
If they hide in a wooden house and take advantage of the narrow terrain, they can also be invincible, but doing so does not seem to help drive away the Arctic wolves and save the reindeer and musk oxen.
After all, wolves are not stupid. They can just eat their own food outside. Why do they have to go into the house and bring bad luck?
"The Arctic wolf should have discovered us, but its target is probably not us, but my prey."
Bifang sighed, "Forget it, after all, Arctic wolves are also protected animals, let's let them go."
