Chapter Fourteen Solo Hunting

  Wang Yang learned a lesson from the last time he was bitten by a snake, carefully observing his surroundings and the ground to see if there were any well-disguised snakes, occasionally using his feet to sweep away fallen leaves.

  It is said that once bitten by a snake, one will fear even the rope of a well for ten years. Wang Yang couldn't see the rope, but he became much more cautious.

  That snake also gave itself a lesson.

  The bear's attack method also made Wang Yang understand how to protect himself here.

  He would occasionally lift his head to see if there were any potential dangers in the trees.

  This time, he walked more slowly, and every time he passed a big tree, he would look around the environment, so he often stopped for a minute every twenty meters.

  And he is no longer so stubbornly wanting to find the rattan, this time the purpose is completely to exercise his survival ability, so he is not in a hurry at all, every step is careful.

  But he always had a subtle feeling that there was a pair of eyes in the dark staring at him from the moment he entered.

  He didn't dare confirm whether this feeling was true or false, possibly due to the dim environment and the strangely grown trees.

  To put it bluntly, it's psychological.

  But he did not reject this feeling, as it could stimulate his spirit and greatly increase his vigilance.

  He climbed up a big tree at one hundred meters away and observed his surroundings from high above.

  From a tree, his field of vision will be broader and he can see objects forty meters away, giving him an advantage in the face of danger.

  After a careful look around, except for some small crawling insects on the ground, there was only one lurking snake. He secretly noted the location of the snake and climbed up further.

  At once he could see objects fifty meters away, although they were still partially blocked by some trees.

  Fifty meters away, it looks even quieter, with no beasts appearing.

  He climbed up again and got here. What he saw was still fifty meters away, from which it can be inferred that the visual field of fifty meters is the limit of the forest.

  Just then, he saw a fruit tree with green fruit on it.

  As a lone wanderer in the forest, picking wild fruits is an essential means of survival.

  He carefully observed the road between the two trees, confirmed that there was no danger, landed on the ground, ran quickly for twenty meters, stopped to look around at the ground and sky, and then ran forward another twenty meters.

  Ten meters away from the fruit tree, hiding behind a big tree.

  Where there is food, there will be fighting, this is the first law of jungle survival.

  Wang Yang poked his head out and looked over.

  That fruit tree is probably six meters high, with large and thick branches that are very suitable for climbing and picking. There are dozens of green fruits growing on the tree.

  There are several fallen fruits on the ground, which appear to have rotted. A group of ants are crawling over them.

  After making sure there was no danger, Wang Yang quickly ran over, climbed up the tree and picked some fruit to eat.

  Eating while looking into the distance.

  The surroundings were still very quiet, without a single movement.

  Wang Yang decided to stay in the tree for a while and observe the habits of animals in the forest.

  This whole day was spent in the forest, which was strangely quiet for most of the time, and no saber-toothed tiger was seen as before.

  Apart from watching the snake and mongoose fight, which ultimately ended with the mongoose's complete victory, what I saw most were a few wild chickens eating small insects on the ground.

  Wang Yang had thought of going to catch and kill one or two wild chickens, but before he could even get down from the tree, they would suddenly fly away for no apparent reason, as if they had been startled by something.

  He didn't dare act rashly anymore.

  Taking advantage of the afternoon, he fell asleep on a big tree. Fortunately, the branch was large enough, and he sat on it, leaning against the trunk, took a wild boar skin belt and tied himself up casually, so as not to fall off the tree.

  By dusk, he decided not to return and instead observe from the tree for a night.

  This decision was made with great determination, through observation and inference.

  There are no other large trees around this fruit tree, and there is no connection between the branches of each other, and there is no danger from other trees.

  All he has to defend is this patch of ground beneath his feet.

  No matter whether it's a bear or any other animal, he has a long spear that can hold off a single pass, and no one can open it even with ten thousand men.

  Moreover, many animals prefer to come out at night and can observe more things.

  As expected, as night fell, the forest became lively. The grass thicket often transmitted a burst of rustling sounds, and distant chasing sounds frequently appeared.

  Wang Yang listened attentively with his ears in the pitch-black night, trying to determine where the sound was coming from.

  He also tensed up several times, and the saber-toothed tiger seemed to have found itself again, letting out a low growl under the tree, jumping several times before returning empty-handed.

  Wang Yang was both afraid and tense, unable to see anything, tightly grasping the wooden spear and stabbing wildly.

  "Hmmph!"

  It seemed to have stabbed the saber-toothed tiger, which let out a miserable cry and quickly left.

  Wang Yang touched the tip of the gun and felt a wet and scorching **. He sniffed it, confirming that it was undoubtedly a bloody smell.

  His complexion changed slightly, and he quickly inserted the wooden spear into the fruit and stirred it up. Then, he threw this blood-flavored fruit far away.

  In this way, a night passed and a faint light appeared on the horizon, and the sky gradually brightened.

  Wang Yang's vision recovered a bit, and he could see the surroundings clearly.

  At the same time, a sleepless night also made him feel very tired. Just as he was about to prepare to get down from the tree and leave, he suddenly found that a wild boar had run over leisurely, looked at Wang Yang twice, and then started eating the fruit on the ground by itself.

  Wang Yang's spirit was shaken, he looked around and didn't see the wild boar group or other creatures, suddenly a hunting idea emerged.

  This wild boar is only sixty centimeters long, weighs about one hundred and sixty pounds, belongs to a young adult, has a big temper, and is not afraid of people.

  There are several scratches on its body, apparently left when competing with other boars for sows. After losing the battle, it comes out alone to forage.

  Wang Yang analyzed his own strength compared to the wild boar, thinking that even if he couldn't win, he wouldn't get hurt, and decided to ignore the boar's sharp tusks and hunt alone.

  He climbed down from the tree, and the wild boar's buttocks faced him. It turned its head to glance at Wang Yang, then continued eating fruit with its head down.

  Wang Yang held a wooden spear and suddenly sprinted forward from five meters away, the spear thrusting into the wild boar's back.

  The wild boar let out a harsh, ear-piercing squeal, suddenly twisting its body and charging at Wang Yang. Its small eyes blazed with fury as it rushed forward.

  Wang Yang was slightly stunned, originally thinking that this stab would definitely pierce the wild boar's belly, but unexpectedly the boar's skin was extremely tough and the blade only penetrated less than three centimeters.

  He had to pull it out and, facing the charging wild boar, he hastily clamped the wooden spear between his neck and shoulder, running towards a large tree while taking out two round cones.

  That wild boar was extremely fast, like a small car, and was simply the Bolt of the wild boar world. In two seconds, it arrived behind Wang Yang.

  Wang Yang broke out in a cold sweat, and with three swift steps, he climbed up the tree. His legs felt a sharp pain as they pierced into the trunk. He looked down to see that his calf had been slashed by the wild boar's tusk at some point, and blood was flowing freely.

  "Bang!" The wild boar lowered its head and crashed into the tree, with two tusks piercing into the trunk. The violent impact shook the big tree violently.

  Wang Yang hastily hugged the big tree tightly, lest he fall down.

  At this time, the wild boar was struggling below, wanting to pull out its tusks from the tree trunk. Wang Yang didn't care about bandaging his calf and picked up the bone spur, stabbing it into the wild boar's eyes!

  "Yaaah!" The wild boar let out a pained shriek, the bone spur sharper than a wooden spear, unimpeded, piercing from eye to mouth.

  It angrily shook its head and finally pulled out the fangs, with fresh blood gushing from the corners of its eyes and mouth, letting out a series of miserable cries as it ran in another direction.

  Wang Yang saw it was going to escape and quickly jumped down from the tree. His leg hurt, blood flowed like a fountain, and he fell under the tree.

  He looked at his wound and found that it was indeed scratched by the wild boar's tusk, a three-centimeter gash. He didn't dare to use the skin on his body to bandage it, fearing bacterial infection. Just as he was about to get up and chase after the wild boar.

  Who would have thought that the wild boar came back and stared at Wang Yang, charging towards him.

  Its speed reached its peak at this moment, with its mouth wide open, blood gushing out, white fangs sharp and menacing, letting out a strange and eerie cry.

  Wang Yang's movements were inconvenient, unavoidable, death shrouded his body and mind, his brain was a complete blank, instinctively leaning back, leaning against the tree trunk, the long spear in his hand tightly pressed against the tree trunk, with the wild boar's impact, his heart skipped a beat!

  Bang! Zip...

  Fresh blood splattered onto Wang Yang's face, body, and mouth, scorching hot and salty.

  Am I going to die? Am I dying now?!

  Wang Yang involuntarily let out a furious roar in his heart, and the moment he opened his eyes, he almost stuck his face to that of the wild boar, its sharp tusks right in front of his eyes. (Please collect and vote for recommendations!)