Chapter 43: The Wolf's Throat Cut

  Before my eyes was a vast expanse of white, in my ears it sounded like thousands of bombers flying overhead, beside me came the continuous tremors and muffled sounds of explosions, I sat under the tree like a headless fly colliding randomly.

  Suddenly, a muffled hum came from the wireless radio in my left ear, it was the rapid-fire machine! I suddenly found that I was wearing a wireless radio on my left ear, although I wasn't injured but couldn't hear clearly, I quickly took it off, and the long-awaited gunfire burst into my ears. This discovery made me extremely excited. At least now I could use this to understand the situation around me.

  Suddenly an idea popped into my head, would my fellow wounded teammates also be panicked and not notice that there was still one ear that could be used? I couldn't care less about the danger of speaking out now, suddenly shouting loudly on the wireless radio: "There's still one ear that can be used, take off your headphones! Take off your headphones! ........." I didn't know if this would help my comrades, but it was the only thing I could do for them at this moment.

  "Really!!"

  "Ass! I totally forgot!!"

  “。。。。”

  Before long, the wireless radio transmitted a lot of chaotic curses. I put down my earpiece with relief. My reminder had taken effect and I had helped my comrades as much as I could. Now what I needed to do was leave this position. From now on, everyone could only rely on themselves. I relied on my memory to grope in the dark towards the inner circle, where there should be more teammates if it hadn't been breached by the enemy yet...

  The sound of gunfire kept coming from all around, and only then did I realize how terrifying it was to be blind. I wanted to shout but didn't dare, I could only grit my teeth and tremble with fear. No matter how ruthless or powerful the enemy was, I wasn't afraid, but what I feared was that the enemy was right in front of me, yet I had no idea where they were, and that would be too tragic a way to die. I was trembling with unwillingness. This kind of death, I was too unwilling to accept!!! I was unwilling!!! I was unwilling!!! I screamed silently in my heart countless times!!!

  Slowly, I felt the white in front of me slowly darkening, and a strong contrast appeared. The muzzle flashes from afar began to flash one by one. Although I still couldn't see the situation around me clearly, I knew my vision was about to recover.

  Just as I was excited and wanted to jump up, I suddenly felt a strong gust of wind pressure coming from the back of my head, as if someone had jumped down from the tree behind me? No, there was no sound of landing, it was as if someone had hung upside down! Before I could react, I felt a weight on my face, the back of my head was pressed against a soft cushion, and a large hand covered my mouth and nose, I could even smell the tobacco scent between his fingers.

  He's going to cut my throat! I suddenly realized this.

  I quickly wanted to cover my neck with my hand and fall forward or turn around, but it was too late. I felt a vibration receiver on my Adam's apple sink, then the area below my Adam's apple cooled down. My hand that reached for my neck sank, and then I heard the familiar "psst... psst..." sound in my ear. A stream of air rushed out from my neck, my chest sank as if there was a weight of a thousand pounds pressing on it, and I quickly shrunk like an empty can being crushed.

  I've been slit in the throat!! This is all I can think of!! Then my legs went soft, and I was about to kneel on the ground. The hand above still held my head, and the air blown out from his nose sprayed onto my face, hot and itchy, with a hint of Cuban cigar smell entering my nostrils, but not being inhaled into my lungs. From the opening below my throat, blood gushed out of my skin again, and intense pain spread throughout my body like an electric current. That pain wasn't strong, but it came with a sharp, icy feeling that pierced my heart. In an instant, that icy feeling spread throughout my body along with the blood pumped by my heart, and my whole body suddenly turned cold, as if I had fallen into an ice cellar. My nose seemed to have lost its function, no matter how hard my chest and abdomen tried to squeeze, my nose couldn't feel any airflow in or out. Instead, there was a cool breeze blowing out of the opening on my neck, but it was compressed again as soon as it entered my lungs. After a few moments, my chest started to feel suffocated, and I couldn't breathe. My eyeballs bulged, my brain hurt, and I began to feel dizzy!

  The hand covering my face relaxed, and I immediately knelt down to the ground. My hands instinctively covered the severely painful wound. The sensation from the glove told me that it was like a hole had been opened in my neck, with strong airflow constantly entering and exiting. When the glove blocked the wound, I suddenly felt air flowing into my nostrils. After taking several quick deep breaths, the chest tightness greatly reduced, and the suffocating feeling also decreased significantly. My mind also became much clearer.

  I suddenly realized what had happened, earlier that knife cut on my hand was blocked by the iron piece on the glove, so it didn't cut off my radial artery, only scratched my trachea. Because of the laryngeal prominence, my trachea was cut open but not severed. I remembered my grandfather and uncle telling me about this situation, they are doctors, they said this injury is not serious, also learned in field first aid... This can be saved, should be... I suddenly recalled the method for emergency treatment...

  A loud thud came from behind, and that guy jumped down from the tree and walked to my back, seemingly wanting to give me another stab. My vision was still blurry, so I covered my neck without turning around, and quickly fired five shots with my pistol towards the source of the sound. Then, using all my strength, I jumped up, turned around, and faced the blurry figure in front of me. I raised my gun and estimated where the person was, firing two more shots. The shadow didn't move. It wasn't him! I aimed at another dark shadow and fired one shot - not him! I aimed at another shadow and fired again - still not him! I quickly fired at each black shadow around me until I heard a muffled groan. I fired two more shots, threw away my pistol, and reached into my pocket to feel around for something. After a while, I found what I was looking for - a roll of transparent tape that Li Ming had wanted to use to bind the magazine in the morning. Now it had a big use! I quickly scratched at the surface, but couldn't find the end, so I bit down on my upper teeth and managed to bite off an end. Then, I swiftly stuck the tape over the wound, wrapping it around my neck several times like a scarf, until the opening was sealed tightly. Only then did I bite through the tape to secure the end in place.

  At this moment, I couldn't wait to take a deep breath, the sweet air rushed into my lungs, and I felt comfortable all over my body, my skin even jumped up happily.

  "Ah!" I couldn't help but let out a sound, as I greedily savored the exquisite delicacies that filled the air, which had always been there but never caught my attention before!

  Just as I was enjoying the long-awaited oxygen, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared in front of me, and before I could react, it knocked me down. Instinctively, I stretched out my hand to block it, but instead, I felt a knife handle. At the same time, I felt a sharp pain in my chest as a knife tip pierced into my upper body. The intense pain made me grab the knife handle and push it outward with all my might. The knife tip retreated from my flesh, but the person on top of me clearly didn't want to let it leave my body. They applied more force, pressing down harder, and the knife tip slowly pressed back into my chest. The icy chill of the blade stimulated my skin, proclaiming the difference between steel and flesh, as well as its deadly danger.

  "Die!!" A low, blood-filled voice echoed into my ears, a blurry head slowly approached my face. Although I couldn't see his face clearly, his pair of blood-red eyes were like piercing lanterns that fiercely stared at me.

  "Damn your mother!" I cursed loudly, but as soon as I made a sound, I didn't have enough air in my chest. With a short breath, my strength was drained, and the knife tip came at me again. I hurriedly exerted myself, only managing to move the knife tip up a bit, but it still stabbed into my shoulder socket, reaching my collarbone.

  "Hmm!" I groaned in pain, using all my strength to try and push the knife away, but could only manage to keep it from piercing my chest. His hand was as unyielding as iron.

  The prolonged tug of war continued, and I felt my neck getting more and more painful, breathing becoming increasingly difficult. The gunshot wound on my back made my hand unable to exert even three-tenths of its strength. The knife tip slowly pierced into my body, and I could feel the pain deepening, like a burning fire spreading from my collarbone, as if someone was sawing through my bones with a saw.

  The gunshots and explosions around me grew more sparse, with intermittent shots telling us that the war was about to end. At the same time, it gave us both an unparalleled motivation. The unknown outcome urged us to fight to kill each other, so that whoever won or lost would still have the power to choose whether to leave or stay. But now, the situation was clearly unfavorable to him. It was impossible for a wolf pack of this size to be eliminated so quickly. The outcome was likely that we would win, and if he didn't kill me and escape now, he would never have another chance!

  Knife

  The pain is getting deeper and deeper, the severe pain is like waves crashing against my spiritual defense line. I no longer feel the physical pain getting worse, but what's more painful is the fear in my heart - the fear of death. The fact that my strength is clearly no match for it seems to be scolding me for not obeying fate.

  His strength is getting bigger and bigger, while I'm getting weaker and weaker due to the pain. The excessive blood loss is making my head dizzy and unable to think. Now there's only one thought in my mind - I must kill him if I want to survive.

  The scene in front of me became clearer and clearer, and I slowly began to distinguish the nose and mouth of this bastard. I used all my strength to free one hand, pushing his chin upwards, and my fingers dug into his eye sockets with force, my fingertips already touching his wet eyeballs. However, he also exerted himself to throw his head back, and we both understood the grappling technique - if he could increase the distance between us beyond the length of my arm, I wouldn't be able to hurt him. I gritted my teeth and scratched at his face, tearing it apart, but without causing any substantial harm, while he, on the other hand, was fueled by pain and unleashed even greater potential. The knife tip that had been slightly raised earlier to avoid my eye-gouging again plunged into my flesh.

  The delayed arrival of reinforcements had left me in despair, but at the same time it stirred up the beast within me. I thought to myself, "I'll die before I let you take a piece of my flesh!" With that thought, I suddenly gave up resisting and loosened my grip on the knife handle. The 10-centimeter-long blade pierced through my shoulder, pinning me firmly to the ground. Enduring the excruciating pain, I wrapped my arms around him as he stumbled forward due to inertia, lifted my head, and bit down on his neck with all my might. Warm blood splattered onto my face, and he released his grip on the knife due to the intense agony. He raised his fist and pounded my skull with all his strength, each punch feeling like a hammer blow to my face, making my head go numb with pain. I was on the verge of releasing my bite, but I steeled myself, thinking, "One more bite is one more!"

  I felt him grasp the knife tightly and tug at it without pulling it out, then he clutched my neck and remained still. I felt like my trachea was being ripped open again, and a burst of air rushed out of my chest like a punctured balloon. The sensation of suffocation surged to the top of my brain, and the shadow of death seemed to hover before my eyes. My vision turned blood red.

  I pulled his head closer and bit down hard on his throat, severing a hard, cartilaginous ring. A stream of hot, foul air spewed onto my face. I clutched his neck tightly, gnawing inward until I reached an extremely hard bone that I couldn't bite through no matter how hard I tried.

  I felt his hand slowly stiffen, yet it still had strength. I dared not let go, and I continued to gnaw at his head for a long time, until I was too exhausted to even open my mouth. My mouth was filled with his blood and flesh, and the thick, sticky liquid flowed down my esophagus into my stomach.

  I lay on the ground, powerless, gazing up at the dark night sky. I had no strength left. I waited for death.

  That guy pinched my neck and lay on me motionless, my hands still holding his head stiffly inseparable, it seems he's done for too, let's die together!

  Slowly, the scene in front of me became clear. The green tree trunks, the white open space, the white moon, the yellow flames, and the red blood. This is the last picture I saw when I left this world! That blood was so red!!!!!!

  Lying on the ground, I waited for death as if waiting for my lover! But she didn't come, what came was suffocating agony. My pierced shoulder, like being burned with hot oil, sudden and intense pain tortured my will, I howled like a wounded beast, but I couldn't struggle because I was still pinned to the ground by the knife. Every move! The wound was like an electric baton, instantly releasing endless electric currents, paralyzing all my functions, making me go limp and fall back into place. My hands holding his head were also numb and stiff, I was like a stone statue, unable to move. Could only howl! Until I couldn't even howl anymore!

  Before long, someone came running over following the cries for help. Then I heard a miserable cry: "Oh my god!!! Everyone come quick!!! My god!!!... Come on people!!!..."

  Finally, someone has found me. I wanted to pass out, but heaven didn't want to let me go, and the wave after wave of intense pain was more effective than any stimulant. All I had was a "refreshed" spirit waiting for my rescuers. A circle of faces surrounded me from above, staring at me like they were looking at a monster.

  "Is he dead?" the assassin asked.

  "No way!?" The werewolf dared not be certain.

  "It won't be possible for him not to die now!" The underling muttered at the side.

  “。。。。。。”

  I stared at them, what's going on, didn't they notice I'm still alive after half a day? Do they want me to speak up?

  "I'd rather die than obey you! I won't die even if you kill me!" He finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

  "My butt! This guy really hasn't died!!! Doctor! Doctor!!" Unexpectedly, Big Bear was the first to react and shouted frantically.

  The doctor rushed over and took a look at me, clearly startled, and actually asked: "Ass! Who is this?"

  "I am Xing Tian! You pig head!" I feel my strength is actually recovering.

  "My goodness! How did it end up like this?! What medicine should I use? What should I use... Ah, right, use this one!" The doctor quickly pulled out that familiar yellow liquid "Last Resort" and injected me with it. "Do you have any last words? Xing Tian, speak!"

  I stared at them, stunned. What's wrong with me? Why are they all staring at me like I'm a dead man? The last bit of strength from the medicine came on quickly, and I slowly began to feel sensation in my body, my hands and feet regaining their strength.

  "Ah! Can't you get that thing off me? It hurts where it's stuck!" I shouted loudly.

  "I'm here!" The butcher stretched out his hand and pulled out the knife on my shoulder. Due to the last struggle, I didn't feel as much pain as when it was stabbed in. The doctor quickly tore open my clothes, took out medicine and started cleaning my wound, stopping bleeding and suturing blood vessels and skin, transfusing blood. For this little pain, I finally knew what it meant to be a small wizard, slowly I sat up and began to look around the environment.

  In the middle of the courtyard, a fire was burning, and everyone stood beside me. Wan'er sat down not far away, staring foolishly at me. When she saw me get up, she shrieked like she had seen a ghost and burst into tears. The others also took a step back. I exerted all my strength to lift my legs and slowly got up. My head spinning dizzily, I walked towards Yang Jian, but unexpectedly he retreated several steps, pointing at me and shouting: "Don't come over! Put down what's in your hand!"

  I looked down and found myself holding a human head, with a corpse hanging below it, connected only by a segment of spine. I was covered in blood, having turned completely red. As I lifted my head to speak, I felt something stuck in my mouth. I spat it out onto the ground and took a closer look - it was a trachea. After spitting out two more times, all that came out were shredded meat and crushed cartilage. It was only then that I realized what I had swallowed earlier.

  "Ugh!!" I threw away the human head and squatted on the ground to vomit, but what came out were chunks of flesh and bone fragments.

  "Wow!! What is that?!" The crowd around him dispersed, pointing and saying: "It's human flesh and bones, he ate that person!! He's not even human, he's a Ghoul!"

  I slowly stopped speaking, looking at the nun and pastor who had just spoken. Although I didn't understand what she was saying, I'm sure it wasn't anything good. Just as I was about to defend myself, the tape on my neck suddenly came loose, a wave of dizziness left me gasping for air, and just as I was about to cover my mouth, I was pulled back by REDBACK beside me.

  "Don't move! Your hands are dirty, if a foreign object enters the airway it's not good! Hold on!" After finishing, he took out a water bottle to rinse his hands clean, then started tearing off the bandage on my neck, saying "You're lucky to have thought of using this thing to press the wound. Aren't you afraid of infection?"

  My neck is running out of air, I can't speak anymore. Just now, that guy ripped open my wound again with all his might. Now it's clear that I'm running out of breath. I don't want to die, I keep inhaling and exhaling non-stop, hoping not to suffocate to death.

  Before long, REDBACK removed the tape and the doctor cleaned my wound with me, then fixed the trachea, sutured the wound, and finally bandaged me up. I was relieved. REDBACK saw that I had endured for so long without a word, smiled slightly, patted my face, and asked: "Does your face hurt?"

  I tried speaking and found no problem, so I said: "What's wrong with my face? It didn't even get hurt! That bastard just now almost killed me!" As I spoke, I kicked the guy's head into a pulp: "And who knows who this guy is. Damn it! The first guy to almost send me to hell!" Thinking about what had just happened, my hands began to shake uncontrollably and my voice started to tremble!

  "Here! Take a look at yourself!" REDBACK handed over a small mirror.

  I took a look in the mirror and was shocked. My entire face had become disfigured and swollen beyond recognition. My eyes were squeezed shut due to the swelling, and my face was covered in blood and bruises of all colors - it didn't even look human. No wonder they thought I was done for; just looking at this face, I myself felt like I wasn't going to make it, not to mention that there was a gash on my neck that was still emitting heat!

  I didn't dare look at the face in the mirror again, I quickly threw the mirror to REDBACK, and quietly asked with my sword raised: "What's wrong with Wan'er?"

  "She saw you eat that person's whole process." REDBACK said on the side.

  "How did you know?" I remember that the first one who found me was her, how to say it was Wan Er who saw me fighting with that person.

  "When I found you, she was sitting on the ground over there, probably saw... REDBACK didn't mention anything else, but I can guess."

  I looked at Wan'er, and as soon as I took a step towards her, she trembled with fear. In her eyes, I only saw fear of wild beasts and inhuman accusations. I didn't go over to her because even if I did, it would be pointless, and might even scare her into illness. Just thinking about what I had done earlier made my hair stand on end, let alone a young female student who had just graduated. I felt that an unbridgeable chasm had opened up between us!

  I slowly sat down on the ground, because I felt the last struggle of the medicine's effect was wearing off, my body began to lose strength, and the severe pain started to rebound! My body shook like a sieve.

  "Thanks for finding me just now!" I said to REDBACK: "How's the battle going? Do we have any casualties?" I wanted to know as much as possible about what had happened while I was out.

  "Our losses are minimal! The wolf pack didn't lose anyone and took out eight, the Divine Assassins lost one person but took out two, our side lost one person but took out three. Counting yours, we took out a total of fourteen! Thanks to your shout on the radio, it was a big help. This time it should be a complete wipeout!" REDBACK said with an unchanged expression.

  I heard that someone from the Chinese side had died, and immediately looked in Li Ming's direction, only to find that one person was indeed missing. I remembered he was a dark-skinned, small-sized guy who was one of Li Ming's bodyguards... What a pity!!

  I was just about to say something! A sharp pain came and I let out a miserable cry: "Ah! It's killing me!! My butt!"

  A numbness on my neck, the doctor gave me an injection of tranquilizer, soon the faces in front of me began to distort, and I fainted after a brief blackout.

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