War has never changed.

Spring is not only a beautiful season for everything to recover and vibrant, but also a bad season for lack of food and greenery.

Winter has just passed.

A group of humans dressed in animal skins and armed with bows and arrows walked on the wasteland, followed by a mixed wolf.

Their leader walked ahead, his rough hands gently brushing away the thorns, carefully poking his head out, sticking out his thumb in front of him, and eyeing the distance from the mixed wolf.

Sure it was within range, the leader raised his hand. Behind him, a warrior who was two meters tall, removed the double-headed horned bow that was about the same length as him on his back, and twisted a piercing arrow from his quiver.

Hold your breath and concentrate, and the bow is like a full moon.

The leader's hand waved, and the warrior's right hand was released. The ends of the huge horn bow trembled violently, and the piercing arrows burst out of the string, piercing the air and shooting at the hybrid wolf with a breaking sound.

A distance of one hundred and fifty meters is fleeting.

The piercing arrow struck the hybrid wolf and pinned it to its hind legs.

Frightened and in pain, it limped, whimpered in its throat, and limped away.

The leader and the rest of the warriors took off the mace hanging from their waists, and the cat bent on their waists and ran quickly towards the hybrid wolf.

The stick hit the mixed wolf on the head, and his brains overflowed.

The coyote died, and the warrior picked up the hybrid wolf and began to retreat.

However, they found that at some point, the wasteland, around them, was full of mixed wolves.

The first wolf raised his head to the sky and howled, and the rest of the coyotes grinded their claws in a rage.

Offensive and defensive reversal.

In the end, who is the hunter and who is the prey?

Just after winter, food is scarce and wolves are hungry.

The leader tilted his head slightly, and held back a glance at the hybrid wolf, is it a decoy, is this a trap? He didn't have time to think about it, he didn't have time to blame himself, he concentrated his energy, and began to organize a retreat.

Fight, retreat, flee.

Although they were surrounded, they did not panic and did not collapse.

Wielding maces, they repelled the mixed wolves in close proximity, and retreated into a small cave according to the terrain.

Humans in animal skins guarded the entrance to the cave, and the mixed wolves looked at the small hole, unable to organize an effective attack.

The wolf was not in a hurry, and howled a few times, telling his men to stay at the intersection. As long as we wait for the dry food that humans carry with them to run out and starve themselves to death, we can enjoy food without casualties.

The skirmish turned into a defensive war of attrition.

The form seems less intense, it has become calm and long, but the danger has not diminished in the slightest.

The humans did not carry much food, only half a day's worth of dry food per person.

On the first day, the dry food was gone.

The next day, they devoured the brain fungus that had grown on the cave walls.

On the third day, they finished eating the mixed wolf.

On the fourth day, they took off their skins, threw them into a pot of boiling water, and boiled them.

The leader and his warriors had exhaustion on their faces. Staying in a cave doesn't mean being at ease. They need to be on the lookout for the hybrid wolves outside the cave at all times to prevent them from attacking.

In a pot made of the back shell of the mirelurk, the hides have been boiled soft. The leader directly reached out and fished out a piece of animal skin, threw it into his mouth and chewed it.

There was not a trace of pain on his face as he chewed on the salty, pickled hides. While recovering his energy, he thought about how to get out of the current prisoner's end.

It's not okay to stay in the cave all the time. For a few days, they had eaten everything they could. Now they had cooked even the last dry food, the hides they had put on them.

The leader swallowed the hide, walked to the entrance of the cave, and asked the guards if there was anything unusual and whether they had found the opportunity to sneak up on the wolf outside.

The warrior's eyes looked at the wolf and shook his head. The leader followed his gaze, and the head wolf, which was at least two circles larger than the other mixed wolves, was lying two hundred meters away from them, lazily basking in the sun.

The leader's face is not very good-looking, and the strength of the head wolf is stronger than he imagined. In this era, none of the creatures that can bask in the sun for a long time are weak.

With the exception of this sun-basking head wolf, the rest of the mixed wolves are much weaker. They hid in the shadows of the trees and rocks, their heads facing the entrance of the cave, staring at the movements of the humans in the cave.

The warrior who had gone to the depths of the cave returned, and addressed the chieftain, making it clear that there was no second exit from the cave.

This news prompted the leader to make a decision to behead, kill the head wolf, and then take advantage of the leaderless chaos of the wolves to fight their way out.

It's just that the distance of two hundred meters is too far, and under normal circumstances, no warrior's arrow can shoot that far.

Is that the only way to use it?

The leader's face showed disapproval, and from his sackcloth pocket, he took out the medicine bottle that he had found in the last search for the ruins of the old era.

Inside the vial was the Tyrant Pill, a pill that temporarily boosted strength. Like its standout effect, it also has significant side effects. As long as you eat one, you will definitely be addicted.

There was once a warrior in the settlement who used one, and after eating it, he immediately became extremely powerful, but after that battle, the after-effects were very obvious.

Even tying him up with sturdy two-headed tendons was not enough, and in the end, the warrior chose to break his own skull with a mace.

The leader, who was still young at the time, will never forget the relieved expression of the warrior when he committed suicide.

If a warrior had eaten the Tyrant Pill, he might have shot a biting arrow two hundred meters away and killed the head wolf, creating an opportunity for the rest of the people to escape from the cave.

But at the same time, it also means the death of this warrior.

The leader's gaze wandered a little, and in the harsh environment, there was only one in ten people in the settlement who could grow up and become warriors. The loss of a soldier is great.

But if you don't break through now, when everyone is hungry and their strength declines, they may really become food for the group of mixed wolves in front of them.

The leader blamed himself a little, and if he did not go far to hunt, he chose to eat the children in the settlement, and survived this time, waiting for food to grow in the field.

Maybe you don't have to face the painful choice you have now......

The warrior who shot the mixed wolf four days ago saw the medicine bottle in the leader's hand and put his hand on the leader's shoulder.

The leader turned his head, and the warrior pointed to the medicine bottle, pointed to himself, his eyes were resolute, and he said word by word, "Let me ......"

Taking advantage of the leader's stunnedness, the warrior snatched the medicine bottle, unscrewed the cap, raised his head and swallowed the pill.

There was a roar of rage, and the muscles on his body that had protruded became more hideous, and he took the double-headed horn bow, put on the piercing arrow, let go of his hand, and the arrow flew out.

The wolf seemed to sense something, and when it saw the arrows flying towards it, it turned to flee.

However, it was too late, and no sooner had it turned around than a piercing arrow entered his body.

Shot from its lower back, shot through its spine, and arrows popped out of its back.

The head wolf's hind limbs were paralyzed, and its vitality was tenacious, and it did not die immediately, but its two front paws supported its body, its mouth turned to the sky, and it howled dozens of syllables.

The other hybrids, who heard the howl of the head wolf, began to move in confusion.

Although the leader was a little strange as to why the wolf's howl seemed to be talking, seeing the chaos of the wolf pack, he knew that the decapitation had worked, and it was time to act.