The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and the hot wind blew against their faces. A team of about 30 people walked from the north to the south. Droplets of sweat with disgusting grease hung on the faces of the people who were in pain but still insisted on walking. Looking at his painful expression, one could tell that unless he was in an extreme situation, he wouldn't be willing to endure this pain.
"How many more days to Nanyang?”The leader licked his dry lips and asked softly.
"Sigh! "From Fan City to here, we passed through countless counties on the way, but none of them took us in. The kind-hearted ones only gave us some food. Even if we reached Nanyang, how much better would the situation be?!"”His words sounded rather dejected. Coupled with his weak tone, it made him seem even more desolate. Under the scorching sun, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
It must be known that the person who spoke was not just anyone, but the only educated person in this group of people. Moreover, he was the oldest among them. Although he did not have a high status, he was still a person with quite a high prestige. Once these disheartening words came out, it undoubtedly hammered their motley hearts once again.
Although the young man was stunned, he knew that these words would be a huge blow to the people who had already experienced many hardships. He seemed to want to stop the prestigious scholar from continuing to speak, but the young man looked at the latter with an anxious gaze.
Perhaps it was because he was immersed in a state of self-pity, or perhaps it was because the many days of running around had already exhausted the scholar's heart and body, and he was unable to waste his energy on boring actions. The person looked at the leading youth, opened his mouth, but did not say a word, and lowered his head alone.
Seeing that the scholar was silent, the leading youth was about to continue asking the question just now. Suddenly, just as he was about to open his mouth, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly rang in everyone's ears.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a child around the age of seven or eight lying on the ground without a sound.
The leader was slightly stunned. Under the numb gazes of the surrounding people, he quickly ran over and helped the weak child up. He hurriedly asked,"Child, child, how are you?”
After calling out a few times, the child did not sense anything. At this moment, the old man who had spoken earlier had already followed over. Seeing the situation before him, he did not say anything else and quickly stretched out his hand to check the child's breath.
After a few breaths, the old man frowned and sighed. Then, he said to the leading youth,"His aura is weak. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for long.”
His words did not cause much of a stir in the numb ears of the crowd. It must be known that more than ten people had died along the way. That child was not the first, nor would he be the last. Whether it was the lack of food or the long journey, it filled everyone with despair for the future.
Just like before, the young man in the lead picked up the child with a sad expression and placed him under the shade of a tree by the side of the road. He gently covered the child with some weeds on the ground until the child's body could not be seen. He then stopped what he was doing and muttered sadly,"I hope you can get through this! Sigh!" Then, he turned around and led the still numb crowd towards the unknown south.
As the saying goes, after death, one should bury the body to comfort the spirits of the deceased. However, it was not suitable for everyone to bury the child. Let's not talk about whether the tired people could do this, just the fact that the young man was weak but did not stop breathing made it impossible to bury him. Moreover, the group of numb refugees might not be willing to waste their remaining strength for a dying child. The leader could only leave the dying child with helplessness and sadness.
As the crowd left, the desolate mountain path sank into silence once again. The only sound was probably the weak breathing of the dying youth, which dissipated in the wilderness under the breeze.
One hour, one hour. Time passed silently, but the red sun that was already in the west left a clear mark on time.
Suddenly, a heavy breathing sounded. Looking at the place where the child was about to die, the weeds were moving, and there was a strange atmosphere. At this moment, the child's eyes suddenly opened. If anyone saw this situation, they would probably think that there was a "zombie" incident.
"What is this place? Didn't I die? What's going on?" Han Gang's mind was obviously still in a state of extreme confusion. In his memory, he was still at the moment when the bullet hit him. It should be known that in this operation against the terrorist organization, Han Gang belonged to the Special Forces, and he played the role of a "sharp knife". Death was not a strange thing. Moreover, from the moment they were adopted and raised by the country, they were already prepared to sacrifice everything for the country.
The feeling of his body clearly told Han Gang that he was still alive. However, his thin body and ancient clothes instantly shocked Han Gang.
Just as Han Gang was in a daze, he heard the sound of running and rubbing against the trees in the surrounding forest that only sounded when wild beasts appeared. Sand!" It was impossible for a person's speed to bring about such a sound.
Thanks to the strong nerves that Han Gang had trained in his previous life, the moment the strange sound rang out, Han Gang had already thrown away the chaotic emotions in his mind. Dragging his weak body, he stood up solemnly and observed the strange movements around him.
Suddenly, a mountain wolf the size of a calf jumped out of the forest to the left of Han Gang and charged straight at Han Gang, who was on the main road. It was fast, but in the blink of an eye, Han Gang heard the sound and became alert. In the middle of it, it was only a few breaths. From this, it could be seen that the mountain wolf had already smelled the scent of its prey. At this moment, it was coming to harvest its prey with the intention of killing it in one blow.
However, it was impossible for it to think that its prey had already changed souls. If it was the child from before, he might have been scared out of his wits by this pounce and succeeded in one strike. However, the person it was pouncing on now was Han Gang, a special soldier who had experienced hundreds of battles. What could he gain from this pounce?
Han Gang's pupils constricted as he looked at the mountain wolf that was charging at him from mid-air. He instantly lowered his body and did not fight head-on. One had to know that the mountain wolf had taken the initiative to attack, so its strength was definitely not small. Just from Han Gang's understanding of his body in a short period of time, he knew that his body had already weakened to a certain extent. If he rushed forward, his chances of survival would be slim.
However, Han Gang still underestimated the extent of his body's weakness. Although he did not have much strength when he lowered himself, it was still a sudden move. This was not a big deal. Just as he lowered his body, his legs suddenly felt a strain. He could not bear it anymore and his body tilted and fell backward.
This helped the mountain wolf that was pouncing over. By chance, it should have missed its attack, but it successfully pounced on Han Gang the moment he fell. That mountain wolf must be starving. How could it miss this opportunity? It opened its mouth wide and bit at Han Gang's neck.
Watching the bloody mouth getting closer and closer, Han Gang had no time to be upset. However, it was not so easy to make his tenacious will yield. He reported his determination to die and condensed all the strength in his body. He ignored the two bloody grooves on his shoulder and endured the tearing pain. He condensed all the strength in his body and broke free from his hands. He fiercely hugged the mountain wolf's neck and the moment the wolf's mouth bit down. It opened its mouth wide and bit down on the wolf's gray throat.
A mournful wolf howl resounded through the quiet and empty pipe. Looking at the mountain wolf, it was already bleeding profusely. One had to know that Han Gang was biting down with all his might. How could he be weak? Under certain circumstances, humans had endless potential. This mountain wolf was really unlucky. Of all the people it could kill, it had to kill a specially trained soldier.
In the arena, the mountain wolf was in pain. It frantically shook its huge wolf head, hoping to shake off Han Gang. Not only that, but its powerful wolf claws were also randomly scratching. Helplessly, Han Gang was only eight years old at this time. His short stature destined Han Gang to bite the mountain wolf's throat. The mountain wolf's wolf mouth could not do anything to him.
However, regardless of whether it was the mountain wolf's powerful swing or the wolf's claws, Han Gang's body had suffered too much. His already weak body now seemed to have fallen apart. If it wasn't for his strong will, Han Gang would have long given up on this kind of fate that was worse than death.
Han Gang, who was on the verge of collapsing, suddenly felt a strong stream of blood shoot straight into his throat. Ignoring the disgusting bloody flesh in his mouth, Han Gang excitedly tightened the force in his mouth. He, who had been through hundreds of battles, knew that this was a sign of the main artery being bitten. After all, the main artery was fatal to any creature. Now that the mountain wolf's artery was broken, how long could it last?
One minute, two minutes, until nearly fifteen minutes later, Han Gang suddenly felt that his body seemed to have stopped moving. Even so, Han Gang did not dare to let his guard down. He forced himself to persevere for a few more breaths.
After a long while, Han Gang carefully released the mountain wolf's throat. When he saw the mountain wolf's eyes staring at the sky above with a blank expression, Han Gang's heart skipped a beat. Before he could see where the mountain wolf had taken him, he fell down with a mouth full of blood and flesh.
After an unknown period of time, a carriage slowly arrived at the mountain forest where Han Gang was unconscious. A 14-year-old manservant jumped off the carriage.
The servant quickly walked to Han Gang and shouted at the carriage,"Third Master, look!" I told you there was someone here, but you didn't believe me!”
Looking at the manservant's attire, he was probably a servant. It was quite rude to speak like this, but the person in the carriage seemed to be used to it. He didn't mind and scolded him with a smile,"You little brat, since there's someone unconscious, just save him. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"”
After saying that, a handsome and elegant scholar who was about eighteen or nineteen years old jumped out of the carriage. With a smile, he walked over to the servant who had spoken earlier.
When he arrived in front of him, the man saw Han Gang's face covered in blood. He observed Han Gang's age and looked at the dead mountain wolf. His brows could not help but furrow. He seemed to consider for a moment before he said softly to the servant who was waiting for instructions,"Hey!" Why was this child in such a sorry state? Since I, Zhuge Jun, have met him, how can I leave him in the lurch? Help him into the carriage first!"
Han Gang was carried onto the carriage, and the mountain wolf ended up on the table instead of hunting. This could be guessed from the boy servant happily hanging his corpse at the back of the carriage.
The carriage had already gone far away, but there was only a bright red open space on the quiet official road. It seemed to verify the life and death battle just now.
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