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Eastern Snow Field.

A huge beast was looking for food in the snow, it was an elephant bear, it had a shiny brownish black fur, its four-meter-tall body made it look extraordinarily oppressive, and its huge palms could easily dig through rocks and snow, allowing it to find snow worms hidden deep under the snow.

Although the herd had been driven back into the mountains, there were still occasional beasts or two roaming the plains. However, lone beasts usually have little effect on heavily armed teams.

Even in the eastern plains, the elephant bear, which has an absolute size advantage, is the same. Humans' weapons and tools allow them to always have an advantage in individual battles with wild beasts.

In the eastern and western parts of the ice field, where giant beasts are scarce, the elephant bear, which can reach a height of up to six meters at the shoulder, is already an absolutely huge individual.

But their name comes not only from their elephant-like size, but also from their stubby trunks.

And that's why this elephant bear will be targeted.

On a snowy field, behind a snowy slope.

Al was lying in the snow with a helmet, looking at the elephant bear walking not far away, blinking his eyes, and asking Yanagihara beside him.

"Yanagihara, is it really okay?"

"Hmm." On the other side of the slope, Yanagihara sat there, loading his revolver with bullets and said.

"Its nose, palms, and jaws are delicious, and we're in luck."

As he spoke, Yanagihara had already finished loading the bullets, turned the bullet nest, and threw the bullet nest into the gun body with a flick of his backhand.

"Hmm." Al replied softly, this was the first time she had hunted a beast with Yanagihara, and if she wasn't nervous, it must be fake.

But she wasn't too nervous, after all, after all she had experienced so many things, she was no longer the scared child she was before.

At the very least, her heart has matured a lot.

No way, although it is cruel to say, but losing is obviously one of the fastest ways to grow.

"Click."

Squatting on a snowy slope, Yanagihara detached the firing pin of his pistol and aimed his muzzle at the giant bear below.

"Whew." She exhaled softly, followed by a gunshot.

"Bang!"

The smell of gunpowder filled the air, and the sound of gunfire echoed through the snow.

The bullet sank into the bear's neck, exploding a sparkle of blood between its fur and flesh.

"Roar!" The elephant bear roared in pain, and then turned his head to look at the snow field that was crouching on the slope.

Yanagihara's revolver had been modified by a gunsmith, so it could use large-caliber bullets for added power, and the thick barrel ensured its range and accuracy.

But at the same time as the lethality is huge, the recoil of this gun is very large, so if an ordinary person uses it, at most three shots, he will not be able to continue shooting because of wrist damage.

However, who made Yanagihara Yanagihara?

In a way, this gun is a natural match with her.

Yanagihara's first shot did not kill the bear directly because of the angle, so the bear turned around and rushed up the snowy slope.

When the four-meter-tall beast charged, it was obviously huge, which made Al's face a little pale.

The distance of more than 100 meters was shortened by half by the elephant bear in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the distance between it and Yanagihara is fifty meters.

Yanagihara stood up and raised his pistol again.

"Bang! Bang bang! ”

Five loud gunshots shook Al's head.

The elephant bear, on the other hand, fell to the ground with an indomitable momentum, bumped into a cloud of snow, and finally fell in front of Yanagihara.

This caused a large patch of blood-stained snow to cover Yanagihara's body directly.

"Poof." Spit out a mouthful of snow water in his mouth.

Yanagihara stood in place, patted his shoulder calmly, looked at the giant bear in front of him, which had been beaten to a bloody pulp, put away the pistol and said.

"That's it."

Truth be told, Yanagihara has always been good at solving problems.

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"Click." The portable fire was lit.

Yanagihara sat on the side and handled the corpse of the elephant bear with a short knife, this huge corpse that fell to the ground was three meters high and six meters long, like a small mountain, and it would take a while to let it bleed.

"Hmph." Yanagihara hummed her tune again.

Cutting open the bear's stubby trunk and pulling two nasal tendons out of its snout, Yanagihara contentedly placed them in an iron box and placed them on the fire.

"What is this?" Al asked in confusion as he looked at the strange ingredients that Yanagihara had handled.

"The best thing to eat on this bear." Yanagihara replied while cutting the elephant bear's jaw.

It can be said that it is for these two things that she has set her sights on this elephant bear.

You know, even among the countless "foods" in the ice field, this thing can be regarded as the number one delicacy.

It's a pity that there are only two elephant bears in the whole body.

"Zizizi."

The heat of the flame spread, and the grease on the bear's nose tendon in the iron box quickly melted, giving off a faint milky fragrance.

Yanagihara saw the right moment and took out the jar of white powder from his tool bag and sprinkled it evenly in the tin box.

Then she put two more pieces of cut jaw meat into the tin box.

Well, you can cut whatever part you want to eat, roast it when you cut it, and eat it when you bake it.

Sitting next to the beast and roasting the meat by yourself, and when you are tired, you can lean on the soft fur and comfortable meat pads, which is a luxury that only giant beasts can bring.

That's great.

Yanagihara picked up a pot of boiled tea (snow water) and took a shallow sip.

It's much more comfortable than staying in a greenhouse.

It has to be said that Yanagihara does prefer the open snowfield to the oppressive environment of the greenhouse.

After all, for her, this kind of place, which is comparable to a desperate situation in the eyes of ordinary people, is actually no different from the snow in front of her house.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the beasts on the ice field are arranged into a food chain, then Yanagihara is definitely at the top of the pyramid.

Even "monsters" with a body length of more than twenty meters have been the object of her hunting.

That was a long time ago, though.

Al opened the closed helmet and took a sip of tea, then leaned against the bear's belly in the same way as Yanagihara did.

There were no wounds, so there was no blood, just the softness that could be clearly felt, and the warmth that hadn't yet dissipated.

Elephant bear fur is a high-end commodity, and in greenhouses, it is usually used by high-class people to decorate their homes, make sofas and mattresses.

It can be said that in addition to the nutrients, Al has experienced another high-class enjoyment.

"Hmm." Holding the warm tin can in his hand, Al was half-lying on the bear's belly, narrowing his eyes and letting out a low moan.

The fluff on the face is a little itchy.

This made her suddenly feel that this road to death was not so painful, but much more comfortable than she had believed in the future.

How to put it, this is probably the ease after giving up everything, wry smile.

I didn't have any expectations for the future, so I stayed in the current time.

I don't know if this should be said to be a sadness or a kind of luck.

Probably after the nose tendons were baked, Yanagihara sat up, picked one up with a fork and handed it to Al.

"Taste?"

"Hmm." Al nodded, took the fork from Yanagihara's hand, and sent the shiny nasal tendon into his mouth.

"Hmm." The next moment, she let out a low cry.

The nose tendon was not as hard as she imagined, but very soft, and when chewed, it had a rather soft and glutinous taste, but it was difficult to chew. Each bite seemed to be able to chew out the rich, salty gravy, and combined with the characteristic milky flavor of the fat, Al almost didn't eat the whole fork into his mouth.

Chewing until his mouth was sore, Al swallowed the tendon, but he licked his mouth unsatisfied, and his eyes fell on the tendon that was in Yanagihara's mouth.

Yanagihara noticed Al's gaze and sucked the entire nasal tendon into his mouth.

As he chewed, he raised his eyebrows.

Just kidding, trying to snatch food from her mouth.

Can you still break my mouth open?

Looking at the shiny corners of Yanagihara's mouth, Al pursed his lips, and then turned his gaze to the flesh in the iron box.

Then, the two of them had another feast.

Night.

The evening breeze was gusting, but the burning flames and the fur behind them made the night no longer so cold.

Al and Yanagihara sat on the belly of the elephant bear.

The blood that came out of the back of the corpse's neck was already flowing down the slope.

Yanagihara wasn't worried about whether this would attract any beasts, anyway, most of the beasts had fled back to the mountains, and even if they attracted one or two lone ones, she could easily solve it.

"Hmph~Hmph~" Yanagihara's mouth was still humming that song.

After eating and drinking, her mood improved a lot.

Al looked up at the night sky, the stars twinkling in the clear night.

"Yanagihara." At this time, the girl suddenly asked, "What song have you been humming?" ”

"Huh?" Yanagihara's voice paused, then he put his hands behind his head and said lazily.

"Oh, this is a ballad from my hometown, singing about an old man from afar."

"Can you sing it to me?" Al asked again.

"Okay." Yanagihara replied lightly, then closed his eyes and sang slowly.

"The grass is green, the white fog is vast, and there is a beautiful woman, on the water side. The green grass is green, the white mist is blurred, and there is a beautiful woman who lives by the water. I'd like to swim against the tide and snuggle up to her······"

Yanagihara's voice was a little low, a little hoarse, but it just sang with a different meaning.

The song echoed in the snowfield, slow and melodious, as if it was carrying the deep longing in the hearts of the people who were singing.

I miss her hometown in the distance, and I miss the people who are waiting for her in her hometown.