As soon as the rain stopped, the temperature in the forest rose rapidly under the sun's rays.

The rain evaporated from the dead branches and leaves, and the whole forest seemed to be turned into a sauna, and the heat was insanely hot.

In a hole a few meters deep under the roots of a tree, Tuka held his breath, enduring the pain and suffocation from the heat, and cautiously watched the soldiers who passed by from a short distance.

The swollen hands tightly hugged the modified rifle to their chests, not daring to relax in the slightest.

The hole was not large, and Tuka could only squat in it at this time, with a thick layer of rotting leaves on top of his head, leaving only a gap to observe the outside and ventilate at the same time.

Coincidentally.

When the hive exploded above the heads of the four and everyone ran away, the other three were inevitably chased by the swarm and stung into pigs' heads. More unlucky, such as the freckled man, lost his life.

Tuka was the only one who didn't go far when he fell here and found the pothole.

It's probably some kind of animal that dug out a nest and somehow abandoned it. After a long time, it was full of stumps and leaves, and with the rainfall and water, the mud and the water were combined together, and it became a big mud nest.

Tuka, who was in a panic at the time, didn't have time to think about it, so he shrank his body into the mud, so that he escaped the pursuit of the swarm.

The same is wrestling, some people can throw themselves to death, while others can find a way to live. If the freckled man has a spirit in the sky, he must cry angrily.

Of course, although it is a lot more friendly than the team, it does not mean that it has not been stung.

In fact, the first wave of attacks from the swarm was the most ruthless, and none of these people were able to dodge. After the last few people ran away, the bee colony chased after the person who was contaminated with the most honey. As for Tuca, because Scarface avoided talking to the other two at the time, but he didn't have much honey.

But even so, in just ten minutes after being stung, Tuka felt that he was "fat" several times, and this small pit was stuffed to the brim, and even the cracks were swollen with "fat".

Without waiting for contact from his teammates, he didn't hear any firefights, but instead saw soldiers searching through the woods.

Tuca knew that this wave was cold. It is estimated that other people are also unlucky.

He didn't dare to go out, let alone be discovered. You know, this time is different. If you are caught poaching, you will have your proceeds confiscated, or in a more serious case, you will be imprisoned for several years.

But once, they were murderous.

The attitude towards murderers is similar all over the world, and at this point, no one wants to talk to you about human rights and humanitarianism. Even if you're only an attempt, you haven't killed anyone.

"Luckily, it's hidden enough that no one can find it for a while. I'm going to hide for a while when I'm out this time..."Tuka thought to himself.

There was a sound of falling leaves on the ground behind his head, and Tuka hurriedly held his breath again, his body stiffening, not daring to make any movement.

"Click"

The sound of dead branches being trampled off rang in my ears. A small shadow, blocking the light, slowly approached Tuka's head.

The gaze hidden behind the dead leaves turned, and in Tuka's field of vision, there was a flat-headed guy standing upright, his two front paws holding together in a funny way, staring at him non-stop.

This creature is a common sight in Africa. Especially in the eyes of some beekeepers, this animal is particularly annoying. Many beekeepers will even kill all the flatheads they can find in the vicinity of the apiary, and then hang them up for public display. lest this goods take away the honey that they have worked so hard to save and bring it away with the box.

"Did you occupy his nest?" Seeing that the goods had been staring at the goods for a long time and still not leaving, Tuka was a little anxious.

Originally, he hid well, and those soldiers didn't bring military dogs, as long as they didn't die, the probability of being found was still very low.

But if this flat-headed brother doesn't leave, if he is seen and arouses the curiosity of the soldiers, then it will be too late for him to cry.

"Ho!

Tuka opened his mouth slightly, a low growl in his throat, trying to scare the thing away.

"Hehe, I'm quite patient, I don't come out?"

Wang Ping looked at the messy pile of fallen leaves on the opposite side, and secretly laughed in his heart.

Who would have thought that there would be an unexpected gain before leaving. It can just sweep away the potential threat for Xiaohua.

"Call it, the more anxious you call, the happier my brother will be!"

As long as there are traces of soldiers searching in the forest, it means that Gu Langsan has not been taken away. Since he had plenty of time, Wang Ping decided to play again.

With two little arms together, Wang Ping simply sat in place, looking stunned, staring at Tuka hidden in the pit.

"Fake's squid!" Tuka was on fire, eager to pull out his gun and shoot this stupid flat-headed guy.

"Could it be that the residual smell of honey is smelling?" Tuka secretly guessed.

Probably only this explanation can explain why the thing in front of him refuses to leave.

I felt the sounds around me slightly, and it seemed that the searching soldiers had gone away. Tuka shifted slightly, one hand reaching for the dagger strapped to his calf in the mud.

People who hunt all year round usually carry two sets of knives with them. One of the sets is spare, and it will always be hidden with you. Some are on their legs, some are around their waists, some are tied to their arms, and so on.

As the saying goes, if you walk by the river, you can't get your shoes wet. Not every hunt is successful, and animals are usually vindictive. In case of an escaped animal, a second set of knives might be a lifesaver.

In the 80s, a similar example occurred in Northeast China.

A father and son who sold bear bile went up the mountain to hunt bears, but the prey that they had been chasing for several days suddenly lost their traces and had no choice but to go down the mountain. On the way down the mountain, the old hunter handed his son a shotgun and a waist knife on his back and told him to go first, and ran to the toilet behind a tree himself.

As a result, halfway through, the black bear that had already circled behind the two rushed out of the forest. By the time the son, who was holding the shotgun, heard the shouts and rushed back, the old hunter had been hollowed out by the black bear and died under the tree. And the black bear was also pierced through the neck by him with a dagger hidden in his arm, and nailed to the tree.

It is conceivable that if the old hunter had not hidden the dagger on his body, I am afraid that even his son would not have been spared in the end.

Although Tuka is no longer a hunter at the moment, the habit is still preserved.

The palm of his hand groped in the crowded mud puddle, and little by little he pulled out the dagger on his leg, Tuka slowly adjusted his breathing, and measured the distance between himself and Wang Ping.

"Almost, huh?"

Wang Ping on the other side seemed to have guessed someone's plan a long time ago, and just as Tuka was about to attack quickly and kill him with a knife, Wang Ping suddenly got up, patted his buttocks, turned around and ran away to the grass on the side.

Tuka: "......"

The moment his body tensed, and then he retracted violently, Tuka felt that his thighs seemed to cramp a little.

He fumbled and put the dagger aside, and rubbed his thigh hard. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the grass sound, and the flat-headed brother who ran away just now ran back with a piece of wild fruit that he didn't know where to pick.

Tilting his head and staring at the pile of rotten leaves above Tuka's head, Wang Ping sat down where Tuka could reach with his arms, threw down the wild fruit, picked a good-looking one, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Poof..."

After chewing it twice, Wang Ping couldn't help but spit it out.

It's really... It's so unpalatable!

It's sour, astringent, and a little bitter.

Someone who was squirting on the face with chewed flesh and saliva didn't wait to breathe a sigh when he saw someone on the other side, as if because the fruit was too unpalatable, and he started a temper.

Wang Ping stood up and raised his foot to kick the fruit on the ground.

One foot, two feet...

The walnut-sized fruit kept smashing on Tuka's face, and it also constantly provoked his bottom line.

"I endure..."

"Smack!", a fruit smashed into the eye socket.

"I'll bear with it any longer..."

"Smack!", another fruit smashed into the nose, right where it had been stung by a bee. The sourness of that moment almost made him scream.

"Damn little brute!"

"Smack!"

"Ahh

Tuka finally couldn't bear it anymore, or he didn't want to hide it here.

Lifting the cover above his head, Tuka let out a low roar and was about to pounce with his knife. But the moment I got up, the whole space seemed to be suddenly pressed the pause button, and someone stopped there. The shouts in his throat also suffocated like a roar, and there was a "grunt" sound in his chest.

(꒪ȏ꒪)... The body was so swollen that it was stuck.