The greatest enemy of human evolution is the beast, followed by its own kind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, as humans evolved, their own species became the main enemy, and the beasts took a back seat.

I was afraid of dogs since I was a child, especially the big black wolf dog, but in high school I was no longer afraid, the mountain wolf in front of me was like a big wolf dog, if I were to fight it with my bare hands, I was still a little afraid, but now that I have more spurs in my hand, I am no longer afraid of it.

The wolf is also very cunning, it first tested my steel helmet with its front paws, and when it saw that I did not react, it tried to lift the steel helmet and bite me down on the neck, but its strength was limited, it just turned my head over, it could clearly see my face, at this moment I closed my eyes, paused to breathe, and clenched the spur in my right hand, ready to attack.

The other man retracted his paws, stretched out his bright red tongue, and licked it at my face.

I heard the old man say that the wolf's tongue is barbed, and the "one ear" in our village was licked off one ear by the wolf when he was a child.

I didn't see the barbs on the wolf's tongue, I just smelled a fishy smell, and I couldn't stand it, so I quietly pressed the ground with my left hand, and suddenly stabbed out with my right hand holding the spur, and pressed the electric shock switch at the same time.

At that time, the wolf's tongue had already licked my cheek, and I could already feel the temperature of the wolf's tongue.

The wolf's whole body began to tremble, but an electric current traveled down the wolf's tongue to my face, and then to my whole body.

I trembled on the ground with this mountain wolf, and then I was scorched.

The mountain wolf was corona, and I was also hit by the electric current, my hair stood up, my limbs were stiff, and I couldn't move for half a day lying on the snow.

For more than an hour, the wolf lay beside me, warming my body with its body heat, but its body temperature was gradually decreasing.

I closed my eyes and looked around, and I saw several black and white shadows rushing towards me, but they stopped five or six meters away from me, as if they were afraid of something, and did not dare to go any further, I removed my ears from the steel helmet, and pressed them to the snow, and I heard the sound of chaotic footsteps, and the messy sound of gunfire, which was very brief and quickly disappeared.

It seemed that there had been an exchange of fire, and a warrior had quietly searched for me, but circled around me where the ghost was staying.

I immediately understood, what must have been the isolation of the place where I was lying now? Not only can't ghosts get close, but even people can't get close, so how did I and this mountain wolf break in?

It didn't help to think about it now, my limbs were still stiff and I couldn't move, and my throat was burning with pain.

After walking around me a few times, the comrade who came to search stopped him, squatted down, took out a box of matches, took off his helmet, and lit the match under the cover of the helmet.

A yellow flame jumps through the darkness and brings us a brief burst of light.

I heard the sound of the trigger being pulled and the firing pin being triggered, and I felt something was wrong, and a bullet whistled towards the comrade and hit him in the head.

He quickly fell to the ground, the flames caught in his helmet, and quickly extinguished.

"There are snipers!" I was secretly surprised, and I didn't dare to move.

The black and white ghosts surrounding me immediately dispersed, and a pair of small green eyes rushed towards me, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the life and death of my comrade-in-arms were unknown.

I closed my eyes again, and I didn't see the soul of my comrade, so I was relieved that he was only stunned, and not dead, but that he would attract enemies and beasts.

The pair of green eyes were still a mountain wolf, and when they grabbed the side of their comrades, they stopped, looked around vigilantly, and after making sure that there was no danger, they stretched out their front paws and tested the person who fell to the ground.

The comrade didn't react, and the wolf pressed a pair of front paws on his shoulders, and was ready to bite down on his exposed neck.

I clenched the spurs again, and I found that my hands could move, but my legs and arms could not move, how could I rescue my comrades from under the wolf's mouth?

In addition to the two guns I used for this exercise, I also had a revolver, which was hidden close to my ribs. I let go of the spur in my right hand, and with great difficulty moving my arm under my ribs, I struggled to find the revolver, which had been loaded before departure.

I aimed my gun at the wolf's pointed head and prepared to pull the trigger.

But I was a step too late, and another bullet was fired, and I saw a spark flash on the top of the hill directly in front of me, and quickly disappear.

The wolf was also hit by a bullet and fell to the ground.

I took the opportunity to take the Mosingan rifle from under me, gently pulled the bolt, checked the bullets inside, and aimed the muzzle at the spot where the spark had just flashed, but I still needed to lure the enemy out.

So I slowly stretched out my thorn to the tail of the slain wolf and pressed the electric shock switch.

The wolf quickly jumped up from the ground and fell rapidly.

At that moment, I saw a spark appear, and another bullet shot out, passing through the carcass of the mountain wolf.

I pulled the trigger, and it was a bullet that came out, and then it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no reaction.

The corpse of the first wolf was completely cold, and I slowly moved my limbs, and then slowly crawled towards the corpse of the second wolf.

Nothing isolated me from the outside world, I crawled up to my comrade and probed his neck, his pulse fading. I closed my eyes and searched for a wound on his head.

He was grazed by a bullet above his left ear, his hair was burned, and the wound was freezing, so I hurriedly took out the first aid kit from my pocket, tore off a repair sticker, stuck it on my comrade's wound, and put the helmet back on for him.

I lay on the snow with the carcass of a mountain wolf resting on my head, and then I looked up at my watch, and it was already 3:50 in the morning.

It's very cold at this time, and although it doesn't snow, it's colder than snow.

I heard the sound of a helicopter in the sky, followed by a powerful current of air swirling towards me.

A helicopter appeared in the night sky, parked directly above me, and I don't know if it was friend or foe?

But I couldn't stop here, so I quickly searched for my comrades' guns and ammunition, first aid kits, and dry food, hunched over on the ground, dropped a rope from the helicopter, and the next thing was to get people down.

I spotted the ravine in front of me, and leaped up from the ground with an arrow step, and rushed to the bottom of the ravine with the force of my feet.

I thought there would be countless bullets coming at me, but I thought about it.

I crawled to the bottom of the ditch, lay on the ground, looked up the hill, and then tightened my grip on my rifle, pulled the bolt, and was on guard.

A group of fighters slid out of the helicopter, their rifles in their hands, looking around vigilantly, and one of them turned on his flashlight, carefully examined the carcasses of the two mountain wolves and my comrade-in-arms, and then tied them to a rope and pulled them back into the helicopter.

It turned out that this was a group of rescuers, responsible for dealing with wounded or "dead" fighters.

I breathed a sigh of relief and stopped worrying about this comrade-in-arms.

The search and rescue team continued to search to the top of the hill, and the sniper who had been killed by me was also brought back to the helicopter, and they left the place in the plane.

I was left alone again, because I didn't know if there were any enemies around, so I could only crawl and slowly search for a place to hide.

Not long after I walked, I came to a flat place, and when I was about to look around, my body fell into a trap as soon as my feet were empty.

But this trap is not particularly deep, about two meters and a half, fortunately there are no spike barbs underground, only the camouflage of dead branches and leaves, I found that this is a good place to hide, I have a little sprained ankle on my feet, so I put dead branches and fallen leaves on me, and then closed my eyes and began to sleep.