Chapter Fifty: The First Battle Lost

  Having determined the goal for now, the Lone Wolf's mood couldn't help but relax. Putting down the fish in his hand, the Lone Wolf walked out of the cave and found some dry branches to bring back, skillfully using a smokeless method to ignite a bonfire. No matter what the future holds, one must first fill their belly.

  The plump carp was quickly roasted to a golden brown, and Zhan Lang drew his military knife from his leg and made several cuts on the fish meat. He then pulled out his backpack and scraped off some salted dried meat that had been left over since he jumped into the sea yesterday.

  Zanlang couldn't wait to pick up the golden roasted fish and took a bite, finally having a mouthful of breakfast. Thinking about finding enemies next, Zanlang quickly finished the roasted fish in his hand.

  He cautiously walked out of the cave, covering the necessary equipment on his back and continuing to move towards the center of the small island. Wolf had searched about 20 kilometers towards the center of the small island, but hadn't seen anyone except for two unlucky guys who died in the mouths of wild beasts. Was it because he was moving too slowly? Wolf couldn't help but feel a little anxious, not knowing that among the hundred or so people who came this time, there were many who had more combat experience than him, but as for knowledge of the rainforest, they could be counted on one hand. Wolf wasn't moving too slowly, but rather too quickly. Most people were still wandering within a five-kilometer range from the shore.

  Although he was enthusiastic and had doubts, the lone wolf didn't think much of it and continued to search forward. Gradually, a corner of a man-made building appeared in his scope.

  Town? The residual wolf somewhat incredulously picked up the AUG in his hand again, and a "city" that could be called a ruin appeared in his field of vision. The area of this "city" was about one square kilometer. After careful observation, the residual wolf finally understood that it was an imitation of the most famous Stalingrad battlefield environment.

  In the city, you can vaguely see individual firepower points, and there are actually soldiers on guard! The Lone Wolf couldn't help but admire the owner of this small island, what a huge investment it must have taken to build such a realistic environment?

  The Lone Wolf continued searching, when a flash of reflection came from an abandoned silo. Not good! The Lone Wolf quickly flipped over and left its previous position.

  A dull thud, the lone wolf felt a sharp pain in his back, hastily turned around to see that the big tree where he was hiding had been blasted open by bullets, splashing wood chips and debris made his back bloody.

  Damn it! Back then, Vasily didn't use a Barrett! The Lone Wolf cursed under his breath and continued to roll backwards. There was a small ditch there that should be able to hide him from the enemy sniper's line of sight. As soon as he rolled into the ditch, the Lone Wolf let out another pained cry. In his haste earlier, he had forgotten about the wooden stake still lodged in his back, and this roll had pushed it even deeper.

  At this time, the second bullet of the sniper had already been shot, and the mud splashed by the bullet made the gray wolf's head and face muddy. The defender's sniper was too fierce! The gray wolf cursed secretly and quickly crawled in another direction to retreat, now there is no time to deal with the wound, and I don't know where a search team of nearly 50 people has emerged and is expanding their search in my direction. Must avoid these guys! The gray wolf gave himself a boost and quickly chose a direction that was perpendicular to his hiding point to retreat, now he is slowly bleeding, and under this condition without logistics and medical guarantee, it is not suitable for enemy encounter.

  Fortunately, in the rainforest, as long as you exceed 800 meters, it's a visual blind spot. The lone wolf made a frantic dash and quickly escaped the opponent's sniper fire range. After opening up some distance with the opposing search party, the lone wolf began to slow down its pace and carefully recover its tracks. Five minutes had passed, and the lone wolf could feel the gradual warmth and stickiness on its back, knowing that its blood had soaked through its entire back. Thinking for a moment, it seemed like there weren't any major blood vessels on its back. The lone wolf shook its head, enduring the stinging pain on its back as it continued on its way.

  All the way, the wolf was worried about how to deal with the wounds on its back. The big ones it could feel and clean by itself, but what about those small, invisible wounds?

  An hour later, the Lone Wolf finally got rid of his pursuers and returned to his hideout. After cautiously observing that there was no one around, the Lone Wolf, whose face had already turned somewhat pale, hastily took off his upper garment. A blood bead flowed down from the corner of his clothes, startling him. He carefully counted a total of fourteen bullet holes on his clothes. The Lone Wolf gritted his teeth and pulled out a large surgical knife from the handle of his military sword to begin probing and cleaning the wounds on his back. Due to the lack of anesthesia, every cut made by the Lone Wolf would cause his body to tremble uncontrollably. By the time he removed the first piece of shrapnel, he was already drenched in sweat.

  "Damn it! I'll never set foot on a battlefield again in my next life!" The lone wolf cursed as he began to clean his second wound.

  With a "ding", the exhausted Lone Wolf weakly dropped the last wood chip and surgical knife. An hour was spent dealing with the wound, all 14 wood chips were dug out, and various sized wounds appeared on Lone Wolf's back.

  Without worrying about whether the water in the small waterfall was clean, the wounded wolf stripped to the waist and jumped into the water. The huge impact washed away the blood and some invisible wood chips from its back. Shaking and swaying, it returned to the cave, where it took out a clean tight-fitting T-shirt to change into. This kind of tight clothing had the effect of compressing wounds and stopping bleeding. In the absence of medical care, all it could do was hope that it wouldn't be unlucky enough to get infected.

  At the corner of the cave, Canine used two stones to prop up the AUG in his hand and aimed at the entrance to rest. As time passed, Canine gradually felt himself getting colder. Not good! Canine touched his forehead, the scorching feeling told him he had a fever.

  This is too shameless, just arrived here for less than 4 hours and already got a fever, God are you playing with me? The lonely wolf began to complain in his heart.

  It can't go on like this, I must recharge myself, otherwise a simple fever could be the end of me!

  With a determined look, Canis Lupus smiled wryly and rummaged through the medical kit beside him to find antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs. After taking them, he slowly got up. Fortunately, except for some dizziness, the impact was not too great, but he didn't know if his reaction ability would be reduced. Never mind, replenish energy and recover from injuries first, Canis Lupus touched the wound on his back and walked out of the cave, observing around to make sure there was no danger before running to the small waterfall to catch fish. Just as he raised the military dagger in his hand, Canis Lupus suddenly saw a reflection in the water! Canis Lupus was shocked and jumped into the water without turning his head, raising the rifle in his hand to aim at the enemy who was about to slit his throat.

  Bade was about to go crazy, being chased by a group of beasts on this terrifying island since his arrival. He was overjoyed when he finally discovered a little kid coming out of a hidden cave. If he could occupy the cave, the next year would be much better for him. As an assassin, he had only come to Hunting Island to escape his enemies. Confidently, he thought that a small child wasn't worth using his gun on, especially since his ammunition was almost depleted. It wouldn't be worth it if firing his gun attracted a large number of enemies.

  The remaining wolf also held the same consideration and did not fire rashly, but simply stood in the water motionless, aiming at the man who wanted to sneak up on him. Bade, holding his own scorpion survival knife, was somewhat at a loss, being threatened by someone with a gun, he didn't dare to draw the pistol under his armpit.

  After a long time, both of them opened their mouths and asked in unison in English, "Are you Japanese?"

  The two of them were stunned, and the remaining wolf spoke up first, saying "You go first."

  Ba De threw away the knife in his hand with some helplessness. The opponent's AUG could easily kill him, and holding a broken knife would only increase the other party's vigilance. "I should be Chinese, but I grew up in an American orphanage since childhood, so I don't know which country I belong to either."

  Zanlang still didn't put down the gun in his hand, and continued to stare coldly at Bade. After two minutes of silence, Zanlang said in Chinese, "I am a Chinese person, if you don't want to die, team up with me."