I was not much faster than the iron donkey, and I fell to the ground so hard that even at this moment, the strings of my body were tightened.

After about ten seconds, I didn't see anything out of the ordinary, and I raised my head slightly to look up.

The iron donkey slowed down by half a beat, and looked at me for a moment. I thought to myself, what's going on? The mechanism has not been repaired for a long time and is out of order?

With this attitude, I got up boldly and leaned towards the feet of the iron donkey. I saw that the iron donkey's feet were still covered by weeds, and I reached out and touched it again.

I did find something suspicious, and I was shocked at the moment, but then I reacted and pulled it out.

This is a piece of hemp rope, it is estimated that it has been lost here for some time, and it has been exposed to the wind and sun, and it is a little rotten.

I held the hemp rope and handed it to the iron donkey, asking if this was what he called a mechanism.

The iron donkey also found out that he was careless, and he didn't say a word. I don't blame the iron donkey, think about it, it's always good to be careful, but he kept emphasizing calmness to me, but this time he didn't calm down.

The iron donkey wanted to turn it over, and when he got up, he pointed to the forest, which meant that we should continue walking.

I followed him, but the forest was so big, and we walked around all morning without going out. I took out my phone while I had time to call Yin Yin, but there was something wrong with my mobile phone and the iron donkey, and the iron donkey couldn't turn on at all, and mine could turn on, but there was no signal at all, I guess the SIM card was broken.

At noon, he and I were hungry again, and I was so hungry that I could probably eat a cow.

I suggested to him that he should get something to eat anyway. The iron donkey said that there was no problem, and immediately began to prepare.

He didn't bother me, and within half an hour the food was ready, but it was all bark, leaves, and roots.

I remember that when the Chinese Red Army crossed the meadows, they ate this in a difficult environment, and this way of eating did fill their stomachs, but the problem was that eating these things did not help much to recover their strength at all.

I asked the donkey if he could hunt some wild animals, and the donkey shook his head and said no, because we hadn't even seen rabbits in the morning.

I remembered that sentence, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice. I can't afford it, so I can't eat it with the iron donkey.

The two of us are you a bark, I am a grassroots, and the iron donkey also talked about some tips for survival in the wild, such as which trees can eat the flowers and leaves, which trees can't, and what kind of mushrooms are poisonous and what are not.

I didn't pay much attention to it, but occasionally I answered. After eating like this, we continued, and it was dusk in a flash.

The sun hung lazily in the west, and it looked like it was about to set. I was completely tired, in fact, I had done a lot of missions in the field before, but I had all brought equipment, which was completely different from the situation of this pure escape.

I guess we have to mess around for dinner, and if we don't get it and are vegetarians, I really don't want to eat, especially in my stomach, and I guess if I eat something more, I will definitely push out the dirty stuff in my intestines.

I also have a concept that since we can't eat well, we will sleep more, which is also a small way to restore physical strength in disguise.

I suggested to the iron donkey, and looked around again to see where it was suitable for us to rest. Who knew that the iron donkey stared at an old tree and suddenly sneered.

He also asked me, "What do you see?" ”

I noticed that the trunks of the old trees close to the surface were not very smooth and pitted, and the bark was almost gone.

I said in my heart that Brother Donkey won't have convulsions, right, take me to gnaw on the big tree together? We are not real donkeys, and even if we did, we might not be able to digest the trees.

I pretended I didn't see anything, and said, "This tree is pretty normal." ”

The iron donkey led me to the old tree, where I squatted down and touched the potholed trunk. This time, he stopped selling it, and said directly, "Based on my observation, this is a wild boar arched." ”

I snorted. This attitude caused Tie Donkey to be dissatisfied, and he said that I, as the only beginner disciple in his life, still didn't understand what he meant, and there was really no potential to explore.

I listened to what was still going on, and I didn't bother to argue with him and let him explain more.

The iron donkey told me that the potholes in the trunk were by no means formed all at once, and that some of the potholes were very new and obviously recent. If we're lucky, we'll be able to get a good meal tonight.

One word popped into my head, "Pig hunting." ”

The only weapon we had now was a dagger, still hanging from the iron donkey's waist. I simply pointed to the dagger and asked the iron donkey, "To kill pigs in the countryside, you have to use a big pig-killing knife, and there must be a few fighters next to you, so we can use a dagger to deal with this kind of beastly wild boar, can we do it?" ”

The iron donkey said it was no problem, and urged me to go up the tree.

I said in my heart that if you hunt pigs, you will hunt pigs, what do you want to do on the tree? But I didn't ask too much, and followed the iron donkey back and forth to the tree.

The old tree was secreting oil from the inside out, covering its trunk, and we were standing on a thick branch three meters above the ground, and if we moved our bodies a little too much, we were likely to face the risk of falling.

I didn't dare to do it. The iron donkey took an indifferent posture and cut off a straight branch with a dagger.

He plucked all the branches and leaves from the branches, so that the branches became a very primitive stick, and he was busy sharpening the tip of the stick.

It was a hard job, but the iron donkey was meticulous, especially in the end, every time he sharpened it, he had to carefully observe it to ensure the sharpness of the stick.

I'm not stupid, I can see it all, this stick will eventually turn into a spear, and once a wild boar comes under the tree to rub itself, we will poke the spear into its body from above.

I secretly praised this as a good idea, I wanted to do it, but there was really nothing for me to do. I'll wait.

An hour later, the spear was ready, and it was getting dark. The iron donkey has given the order, and neither of us will make a sound, but wait quietly.

This kind of stillness is not lying on the bed or sitting on a chair, we are either standing or squatting, and we are tired.

I also thought about it, I was tired and sat on the branch, but it was too slippery to keep my balance.

We didn't know how long it took us, but just as I was squatting and sleepy, there was movement in the distance.

A weak humming sound came, like a heart booster, which made me and the iron donkey completely refreshed, and we both stared and looked there.

I was still happy in my heart, and my heart said that this voice is so small, it must be a half-big pig. It's going to be very easy for both of us to hunt. But in reality I was wrong.

A behemoth rushed out of a bush. Although I only looked at it roughly, I estimated that it was seven or eight hundred catties at least.

The iron donkey and I looked at each other, and I faintly saw that the iron donkey frowned.

I made a silent gesture to let the pig go. The iron donkey also hesitated, but as the old saying goes, after this achievement, there is no such restaurant, he is reluctant to this delicious meal, and finally shook his head resolutely.

He also told me not to bother, he was always ready to attack.

I can only poke my head out and see the excitement.

The pig went straight under our tree, and perhaps out of habit, it continued to hum quietly, and leaned back against the trunk, rubbing it again.

The iron donkey was squatting, but at this time, he held the spear and slowly stood up.

You can see that as soon as he is fully up, he will hold the spear and fall. But this moment went wrong.

The iron donkey and I really didn't understand the habits of this pig. At the same time, it must have flipped over, and slammed into the tree, trying to rub hard.

I have no objection to it being happy, but after such a slam collision, both me and the iron donkey were miserable.

I felt that I couldn't bear the strength under my feet, and I slipped on the trunk of the tree, and I was very clever, and immediately threw myself forward, lying on it, so as to increase the contact area, I didn't roll down for a while, and as for getting a dirty tree oil, this was no longer in my consideration.

The iron donkey was shaken, and it was completely bald, and he didn't even hold the spear, and fell down with a bang.

The wild boar was startled by the iron donkey's throat and straightened up. The iron donkey could not be more clever, and it was squeezed into the gap between the wild boar and the tree.

But the iron donkey reacted quickly, and after knowing his situation, he touched his waist and was ruthless, took out the dagger, and slammed it at the boar.

I heard a click. The iron donkey groaned again, and then said, "Bad luck, this pig is full of resin. ”

I buzzed in my head, and I also remembered a sentence I heard from the old hunter before, in the deep mountains and old forests, tigers and bears are not the most terrible, the kind of old pigs covered in resin, just like a demon with armor, can't even shoot through a gun, and when you encounter it, people's lives will be explained here.

I'm very worried, I don't know if the iron donkey will survive this time.