Panting as he climbed to the top of the slope and looked east, he saw rolling snow-capped mountains and a faint hint of tan in the distance.

Meow a mi, if you want to hike over this Monamolin Mountains, I'm afraid you can't do it in seven or eight days!

I found a sheltered place to rest for a while, ate something, drank a few sips of water, and then flipped out the map to take a closer look. According to the hand-marked map, there are three supply points in the Monamolin Mountains, presumably igloos built for climbers, two of which have been visited when they came, the nearest one marked with a numerical number "9", the farther one marked "8", and the one that has never passed by is marked "4".

Referring to the amount of food he had just eaten, Weiss counted the food in his pockets and backpacks, and estimated that he could last another four or five meals, and should be able to make it to the nearest supply point No. 9. The backpack is equipped with a hiking sleeping bag, which can be used for camping in the wilderness, but it may not be too pleasant to spend the night in the open air in such an environment.

A cold wind blew, Weiss couldn't help rubbing his hands, and suddenly remembered that the fur of the big white bear looked very thick, and he finally escaped from its mouth, and actually forgot to cut some fur for souvenirs, and besides, that thing might be able to exchange a lot of money after returning to the city!

Thinking of this, Weiss looked back at the foot of the mountain. In the vast white snow, the blood-stained piece is very eye-catching.

Wait, the big white bear seems to be moving?

Weiss hurriedly took out the binoculars from his backpack.

Even if it is a pair of binoculars with a lot of magnification, it is enough to see the scene from a few hundred meters away.

The big white bear didn't cheat to death, and the reason why it seemed to be moving was because there were several other white-haired animals next to it eating its carcass.

Wolf?!!

Weiss was taken aback, it is said that in the wilderness and snowfield, encountering wolves and wolves is often more dangerous than encountering bears.

The reason is simple, wolves are social animals, good at teamwork, and more cunning and ferocious than bears!

Weiss narrowed his eyes, and after a moment, a red box appeared in his sight.

Biofunction 3.6/3.6

Mental vitality 4.5/4.8

Combat potential 7.4-24.9

Equivalent protection 6.3-8.5

Action speed 12.9-41.0

Sure enough, the individual combat effectiveness of this white wolf is far inferior to that of the white bear, but it is better in moving sensitively, and it is a group action that cooperates with each other.

Zooming in, I noticed that several other animals, let's call wolves, were approaching from nearby. Weiss had just counted the ammunition, 6 rounds on his belt, 12 rounds in his backpack, and 2 rounds in the chamber, for a total of 20 rounds. If you can get the guns right, it shouldn't be a problem to drive away a pack of wolves, but wolves will never stand there and die obediently, and once they attack in groups, a shotgun and twenty rounds of ammunition are not enough to save their lives.

Hopefully, the unusually large white bear will feed the wolves several times, so that they will not rush to find and hunt for new prey......

Weiss thought as he crept over the top of the slope and then kept walking east, until he felt his legs filled with lead and had to stop to catch his breath, and then stopped beside a dead tree. Taking advantage of the rest, he broke a few dead branches to sweep away the footprints, cut two more sausages and threw them into the col on the side of the road, and then vigilantly observed the situation behind with a telescope, and found nothing abnormal. However, he was still a little worried: under the background of the big white bears, the figures of those wolves were inconspicuous, if he got rid of the illusion brought by the senses, and rationally calculated with the ratio of the two, it was not difficult to find that these white wolves were stronger than the strongest adults, and it was difficult to deal with!

After a break of about ten minutes, Weiss continued on his way. Out of awe of the wolves, he walked for more than three hours in one go.

The sky gradually darkened, but it was not completely dark, and a bright moon as large as a disc hung on the top of this mountain, illuminating the earth with a soft, hazy, almost beige light, rendering this precipitous, extended, and primeval snow-capped mountain into a beautiful picture.

Flip out the map, turn on the flashlight, and identify the location against the surrounding terrain, only to find that you don't know where you are.

If you keep correcting the direction with your compass along the way, you shouldn't get lost, right?

I was muttering in my heart, when I suddenly heard a low beast howl, and my hairs stood on end!

Looking around, although there was no sign of the wolf, it was obvious that there was no safe place for him to spend the night.

I had no choice but to travel overnight until I found the No. 9 supply point.

However, after seven or eight hours of continuous trekking, his physical strength has dropped a lot, and his walking speed is not as fast as before.

Fatally, the howls of one after another sounded closer and closer.

As Weiss stopped to drink water on a snowy hill, a blurred white shadow flashed in his field of vision.

Oops!

Could it be ...... These guys gnawed up such a big white bear in one effort? Or maybe the area is full of wolves?

At this time, Weiss wondered how he had avoided them on his way to come. But apart from his instinct to read and write, he had almost no memories or skills inherited from this host.

Just as he was about to fall into despair, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a faint light in front of him.

That's Supply Point 9?

However, when he took out his binoculars and looked closely, he could not find the lamp that represented hope.

Could it be that it was just the illusion of his old dizziness?

Weiss had a big question mark in his mind.

Before he could think about it, there was an unsettling rustle behind him.

Turning suddenly, he saw two clouds of green glow "floating" on the snow hills twenty or thirty meters away.

Frightened, he raised his gun and fired.

A gunshot rang out, and it actually shook his ears, and the whole person was pushed backwards by the recoil......

In fact, he was in a desperate situation before, and fired two shots in a row at a critical moment, and his right chest was shocked by the butt of the gun. After changing the bullets, he found that the specifications of the bullets were larger than the shotgun bullets he had been in contact with before, and the barrel was extremely thick, and the lethality at close range was estimated to be no less than that of a small-caliber machine gun - if he hadn't seen that his palms, arms, pants, and shoes were all relatively normal sizes, he would definitely feel that he had come to a world where everything was magnified!

Looking at the snow mounds on the opposite side, they are actually empty. Meow, could it be that the beast was hit by a shotgun again, and rolled directly behind the snow mound? Or did you just miss that shot?

Regardless of whether or not the shot hit the beast that followed him, Weiss thought to himself that the sound of the gun would at least make those guys fearful. Before you run out of bullets, you must find a relatively safe place, such as a large tree strong enough, or a rock that is difficult for wild beasts to climb, and wait until dawn to find a solution.

Pull the bolt, exit the cartridge case, and load the bullet.

Weiss watched left and right, familiarizing himself with the reload.

In the face of ferocious beasts, the faster you move, the more chance you have to survive.

As a researcher of light weapons in the largest military museum in China, Weiss has far more access to all kinds of firearms than ordinary people, such as the old sleeves, Hanyang-made, barge guns, flower mechanisms, Makqin, Zhongcheng, Tom guns, 38 styles, crooked handles, water beads, large eight grains, 53 style, 56 series, 63 self, 79 sniper, 81 bar, etc., although they have not yet reached the level that they can be disassembled and assembled with their eyes closed, they already know their construction principles well.

If he had a seven-nine sniper with night vision goggles and twenty magazines, Weiss thought fiercely, keep all the wolves who had been left in the snow overnight!

Come to think of it, if you really give our Weiss a seven-nine sniper and two hundred rounds of ammunition, you have to use at least half of the ammunition to improve your shooting skills - four years in school, three years after graduation, the experience of live ammunition shooting is still in the single digits, and he has only used the five or six type semi-automatic rifles and eighty-one automatic rifles provided by the Ministry of Armed Forces, this little experience is not enough for him to quickly change his role after getting the weapon, from a ** gorgeous to a handsome snow hunter with no friends.

Therefore, a rookie like him, who lacks professional skills and enough experience, sees a double-barreled shotgun and a semi-automatic sniper rifle side by side, it is wise to choose a shotgun.

Less than half a mile away, a white wolf suddenly jumped out of the snow mound in front of the right, and the distance from Weiss was only about ten meters!

Weiss was shocked and angry: Meow a cat, the tiger is not powerful, when I am the mascot!

Shoot, aim, fire, all in one go. But I didn't have time to applaud my handsome action, because it was in the uphill section, I didn't stand firmly enough, and I stumbled a little when I resolved the recoil, and I almost rolled down the mountain.

Regaining his footing, he looked at the snow mound in front of him again.

Hell yes!

Curious and unwilling, Weiss rushed up the snow hill in one go. Seeing the blood stains on the snow, the heavy night-like mood finally ushered in a ray of sunshine, but looking around, there was no trace of the white wolf within a radius of dozens of meters. Is it that it doesn't hurt badly enough? Or is there another palpitating condition?

On this snow hill with a relatively wide view, Weiss stopped for a moment, adjusted his breathing, loaded his bullets, and looked around: not to mention the big trees in this vicinity, there is not even decent vegetation, there are three or two abrupt big rocks, and the wolf should not be able to climb them, but the top of the stone is smooth, and it is estimated that it is difficult to even sleep, and it is a good idea to stay on it until dawn?

Weiss is usually a person who does things quickly and pays the bill, and when his life is at stake, he doesn't give himself the opportunity to look left and right and hesitate. He knelt down on one knee, unloaded his backpack, quickly pulled out the ammunition box, took out the bullets, filled them into the bullet buckle on his belt one by one, and then took off the ice axe from the buckle at the back of his waist, put it back in place, unscrewed the kettle and poured two mouthfuls of water.

Looking around, five or six wolf shadows appeared on the snow hills far and near!

"Come on!"

Weiss roared, and said in his heart: Even if you can't escape death today, you must die with dignity!

Lift your spirits, strap up, flat-end shotgun, and brisk forward.

After getting off the snow hills, I walked forty or fifty meters, facing two snow hills and a ramp. There was a white wolf on each of the two snow hills, about twenty meters high, and the slopes between the snow hills were gentle enough to make it easy to pass, but Weiss felt that the two cunning beasts were trying to strike left and right while they crossed the slope. So he took a deep breath and rushed to the snow hill on the left.

Seeing the gun-wielding approaching step by step, the white wolf standing on the snow mound did not hide, escape, or roar, faintly revealing the domineering spirit of a king who despises everything. Perhaps in this snow country, wolves have been at the top of the biological chain for thousands of years, so they have developed such a cold and arrogant character......

Weiss was angry, but not angry. At a position of more than ten meters away from the wolf, he yelled "get out" and took advantage of the situation to swing away from the action of raising the gun to shoot. I saw that the wolf jumped to the side with light and agility, and moved almost instantaneously two meters without any warm-up and running!

It's no wonder that even if you aim and fire, using a shotgun with a large coverage, there is only a small chance of injuring it. After this false shot, the corners of Weiss's mouth turned up slightly, his left leg was bent, his right foot was straight, his upper body leaned forward, his breathing stopped, his mind was free of distractions, and the muzzle crosshair followed the white wolf's "phantom step", and pulled the trigger just right......

The large-caliber shotgun immediately let out a deafening roar, followed by a wailing sound similar to that of a canine when it was suddenly hit hard!