As the saying goes, there are one pig, two bears and three tigers, and literally, wild boars are ranked higher than black bears and tigers.

But this ranking does not refer to combat power, but to the degree of danger.

Bears and tigers are scarce and generally do not easily engage in human conflicts, especially if hunters are armed with guns.

But wild boars are relatively much more common, and they are brutal and brainless, and once there is a violent conflict, they are often immortal, and their two sharp fangs and thick leather armor pose a great threat to hunters.

Therefore, the mountain hunters put the wild boar first to show danger.

If you follow the real combat effectiveness, few wild boars can withstand the black bear tiger.

Although the 400-pound wild boar is almost invincible, this kind of wild boar king is too rare, and the most common is the kind of wild boar that is more than 200 pounds.

And the big wild boar of more than 200 catties, not to mention that it can't beat adult black bears and tigers, even if it lacks deterrent power against wolves.

What's more, the wild boar under the tree is barely an adult, and its size is still growing, and it is only one hundred and thirty or forty catties, which is weaker than the wild boar king that Sun Hao met at the foot of Nanling Mountain.

More than a dozen wolves shook their green eyes and suddenly attacked with all their might.

Under the moonlight, I saw that the battle was in chaos, and I couldn't see the specific situation clearly.

There were wolves that were swept away, and there were wild boars who screamed, and after five minutes, the battle ended.

The wild boar lost its ability to resist and collapsed on the ground, surrounded by wolves, gulping down food.

Sun Hao hid in the canopy of the tree with his arms on the trunk, and could even smell the thick smell of blood in the air.

I don't know how long it took, the wolves finally left, Sun Hao moved his numb hands and feet, and yawned.

Looking to the east, it was pitch black, there was no fish belly white, and there was no morning glow.

Sky...... I don't know when it will be light!

In the canopy, Sun Hao didn't know how many sheep he counted, so that when he fell asleep, his dream was full of sheep.

Steamed mutton, spicy mutton, charcoal grilled mutton...... There are 100 ways to eat, just when Sun Hao is drooling regardless of reality or dream, the picture turns, and he suddenly becomes a lamb surrounded by wolves......

A meter of sunlight, through the leaves, shone on Sun Hao's fluffy face, and he woke up abruptly holding the trunk, looking stunned.

Sun Hao wiped the saliva from his mouth, embarrassed to appease somewhere, looked at the trunk and muttered: "No wonder the beautiful sheep in the dream are so hard......"

After getting off the elm tree, Sun Hao came to the place where the wolves hunted wild boars last night, and the scene was a mess.

On the blades of grass, in the dirt, there were dried blood stains everywhere. The boar's bones were scattered, and some small cartilages were gnawed clean, leaving only an incomplete skeleton to accuse the Night Killer.

"The sun is still rising, and it's another beautiful day."

Without much emotion or rejoicing, he picked up the wooden stick and hurried towards the river with firm steps.

The wounds on the hind limbs and abdomen had healed, but they had sunk into a piece where the flesh had been bitten off by the otter and took a long time to heal.

Leave the woods and come to the meadow.

On the rocks at the edge of the forest, Sun Hao found a pool of blood.

Blood was scattered and intermittent, stretching from the edge of the jungle to the green meadows.

Sun Hao followed the dried bloodstains, trying to pick them up, and guessed along the way what animal left the bloodstains.

In the end, he still lost it.

The blood stains are becoming less and less visible. I don't know if the owner of the bloodstain survived, or if it was someone else's prey in the first place, and the bloodstain was just a trail left by dragging along the way.

The sun is just right, neither hot nor cold. Sun Hao chased his shadow on the green meadow.

Butterflies fly by, fluttering, just born in the wrong season.

When the autumn breeze is bleak and the jungle is dyed, life can only be filled with nostalgia for the world, and it will come to an end.

Along the way, Sun Hao met many old friends.

There were frogs, voles, grasshoppers, whether they wanted to or not, he was very enthusiastic to invite them into his stomach inn.

treats friends and Lao Tie, he is as warm and caring as ever.

After a two-hour long journey, Sun Hao finally came to Beijiang again.

The river was still wide, and the waves were undulating, but not a single boat was still in sight.

Sun Hao walked along the riverside, walked far, far away, until noon, and then seemed to accept his fate.

"Even if there are no ships on the river, it doesn't mean that this world is not the world I originally was."

Except for the existence of the aura and spiritual energy, everything else was completely in line with his previous life cognition.

Since the system can be real, it is not unacceptable for the aura to be able to do so.

Therefore, Sun Hao thinks that he is still in his original world, and has not traveled to another world.

A serious pajama by himself, Sun Hao calmed down his good mood and began to run for energy.

The most important and only thing he can do at the moment is to accumulate energy to become stronger, stronger, and stronger!

Only his own strength can make him fearless, and can he get out of the forest, across the mountains and seas, to explore the results and answers he wants to know.

The energy resources along the river are far easier to obtain than the forest, and there are many small fish and shrimp hidden in the tidal flats, as long as you work, you will have a harvest, and if you are lucky, you can even get more than 100 energy points a day.

Startled by a flock of waterfowl, Sun Hao targeted a higher tidal flat.

When he went into the water to test it, he found that there were schools of fish and shrimp inside, but the water was relatively deep, and the edge of the place was flooded to his big crotch, and some places in the middle were afraid that it would be more than a meter.

Sun Hao was not surprised, only when the water was deep could there be big fish, and he planned to directly take this tidal flat.

According to the topography, digging canals, building embankments and weirs, the plan is completely feasible.

When the water in this tidal flat dries up, no matter how many fish and shrimp there are in it, it can be served in one pot, which is much happier than catching grasshoppers and voles, and it is not impossible to even jump two levels.

Touching his left chest, his heart was pounding, and Sun Hao felt that he had found a way to become stronger quickly.

That is to directly engage in puddles and dig tidal flats!

The tidal flat chosen by Sun Hao is more than half a meter higher than the downhill slope, with more than 30 square meters.

He used wooden sticks to dig a canal half a meter wide and more than 10 meters long, and led the water back to the river along the terrain.

When the gap is dug through, the water in the tidal flat rushes out like a small waterfall.

In just half an hour, the water surface in the tidal flats dropped several layers at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that the water flow was slowing down, Sun Hao planned to dredge the sediment again, deepen the canal, and maintain the speed of the water flow.

After the sediment of the canal was cleaned up, it took more than ten minutes.

Looking at the tidal flats again, schools of shrimp are jumping on the water, and some palm-sized fish have run aground, squinting in the shallow water.