I didn't have long to be confused, and after the snow hit my face, I was stimulated to wake up again.

I suddenly felt suffocated and wanted to gasp for air, but as soon as I opened my mouth, the snow poured in. I had to sit up with a strong breath.

I wiped the snow from my face and looked around. The surroundings are like mirrors, there are no iron donkeys, no Yinyin, and even the sleigh is about to be drowned by the snow waves.

I had a feeling of wanting to cry, not because I was afraid, but because I felt that the iron donkey and Yin Yin were more than lucky, and we came to the Little Arctic this time, and we died.

I kept pinching the roots of my thighs, trying to stimulate myself to come up. In normal times, this method works very well, but now my legs are so numb, I have pinched several times, and there is no pain.

I changed my approach and stood up with the boulder behind me. I kept kicking my legs, speeding up my own blood flow.

After the snow waves fell off the cliff, the momentum was not great, and in the end it only added less than a foot of thickness to the place.

I'm not worried about the snow waves anymore. After a while, my feet have improved a lot, and I want to walk around and find other people.

As I walked, I shouted and shouted their names, but to my surprise, there was a sudden movement on the surface of the snow, and there was a thud, and two bear paws protruding from it.

I was stunned for a moment, then I chuckled, and said in my heart that it couldn't be the white bear, right? Was it brought here by a snow wave? Besides, why is it so resistant, and it's not dead yet?

I watched as the paws kept going up, and I saw that the bear was about to come out of the snow. I was in a hurry, and I also thought of a way to dodge.

I quickly lay down on the ground, trying to keep the white bear from spotting me.

Don't look at the same as before, lying in the snow, but I have a completely different mentality. My heart is beating so hard right now, not to mention whether it's cold or not, my cheeks are a little hot.

It didn't take a minute for the white bear to break free from the snow and staggered to its feet.

It was so tall, estimated to be two meters, and the other thing that impressed me the most was the white bear's face, which was covered with snow, especially the right eyeball, which was gone, only an empty eye socket.

It looked furious, grinning and looking around.

I thought I had hidden it well, but when it looked at me, it suddenly roared and rushed to this side as fast as it could.

I knew it couldn't be running this way, it must have spotted me.

How could I still lie down, and I jumped up like a spring on my body. When the white bear saw me, his momentum became even greater, and I looked left and right, and finally ran to the right with difficulty.

I'm different from a bear, it looks like an expert at living in the snow, and it doesn't have a hard time running, but when I step on the snow, I get stuck in the foot, and I can't raise my speed at all.

I thought it would not be possible to run away like this, so I ended up focusing on the boulder again.

I hurried to the boulder again, and climbed up with my hands and feet. The shoes I wore helped a lot, the soles were non-slip and thick, and I was standing on the boulder in a few moments.

This boulder also has to be two meters high, and I can take advantage of the height advantage to take advantage of the hand-to-hand fight with the white bear.

I reached for my back, trying to pull the revolver out. But when I touched the empty holster and the broken clip, my heart was half cold, and it was obvious that I had lost my gun when I was avoiding the snow waves and falling off the cliff.

I have the urge to stomp my feet and scold my mother, and my heart says that I won't lose it sooner or later, but it's gone.

After such a delay, the white bear ran under the boulder, and it was about to climb up with its claws, and its claws were so sharp that it was buckled to the boulder to borrow strength.

I shuddered, and I didn't have time to dwell on whether to shoot or not, so I felt for the scabbard again, but fortunately the dagger was not lost.

I took out my dagger, crouched down again, and waved it at the white bear that was about to climb up. The white bear was afraid of the dagger, especially if it wanted to use its claws to fight the dagger, but I cut off one of its fingers.

The severed finger fell to the snow with a whizz, and the blood that came out of the cut immediately stained the snow red.

The white bear couldn't hold it anymore, and fell heavily to the ground in defeat. It slammed its feet on the ground, and even I felt shaking as I stood on the boulder.

On the one hand, I was shocked by its terrifying strength, and on the other hand, I secretly rejoiced, and said to myself, how about this old beast? Can't get up, right?

The white bear did not dare to mess around, it circled around the boulder. I kept it from playing with a kitten, and I accompanied it. Wherever it goes, I'll follow it.

After doing this three times, the white bear stopped, turned his head sharply, and looked into an open space.

I thought to myself, what's the matter? Before I could react next, there was a thud in the clearing, and a fat man came out of it.

He was an iron donkey, and it seemed that he was not seriously injured, but he was a little confused, looking around in a daze, and he was holding a shotgun with both hands, which shows that this is really a gunman, and he does not forget the gun in such a dangerous moment.

The white bear was not satisfied with the sudden appearance of another enemy, and he left me and ran to the iron donkey.

I said in my heart that this bear was really looking for death, and I didn't have any sympathy, so I shouted at the iron donkey, telling him to use a gun to crash the white bear to death.

When the iron donkey heard this, he immediately looked at the white bear and reacted. He raised his shotgun, whether it was near or not, and it was a bullet that came first.

But he pulled the trigger, and the shotgun didn't have the frame to shoot bullets at all. The iron donkey was stunned for a moment, and looked at the gun incredulously.

The white bear was also smart enough to understand what it meant, and it roared twice. I'm in a hurry, let the iron donkey not panic, check it well, and see if the muzzle of the gun is blocked or there is something wrong with the body of the gun?

The Iron Donkey did the same, but we all ignored the white bear, or underestimated its intelligence.

The white bear turned his head sharply, no longer aiming at the iron donkey, but ran at the boulder.

I guess the white bear weighed it in his heart, and he must have felt that I was the first strong enemy. It didn't pounce on it this time, but slammed its body against the boulder.

What order of magnitude is it? Such a collision is a fight with a truck. I felt that the boulder shook and crooked a lot, and as soon as I lost my balance, I sat on the boulder with my butt first.

This is a boulder, not a cushion, this time I sat down, let me grin in pain, this is not over, the white bear arched again, I was surrounded by this force, actually crooked from the side of the boulder.

And I fell into the snow along the gap between the boulder and the white bear. The moment I landed, I knew it was bad, and the dagger was knocked off.

I struggled to my feet, but in the middle of it, I heard a hot current blowing from the top of my head, which must have been the snort of a white bear.

I don't dare to stand up straight, or I'm not looking for a cut? As I hunched over, I swooped out into a gap.

I don't expect to be able to fight the white bear, I just hope that my little life can be saved. But the white bear couldn't let me escape, and it acted, slapping me on the ass with both of its paws.

At first glance, it just looked like it was shooting, and it didn't have much power, but in fact, it was dark enough, my butt was painful, and I was surrounded by two forces, and the whole person flew out sideways.

I screamed and danced my hands as I saw myself fall the snow again, and my face was rubbed with a large patch of snow.

I tried to stand up, but the white bear snorted and walked towards me again.

If it were just me and the white bear, I would be dead, but when the iron donkey saw this, he didn't study the muzzle of the gun. The dagger at his waist was lost, and he simply used the gun as a stick.

With the handle of the gun in both hands, he ran towards this side with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The iron donkey is very skillful, he walks on the snow on tiptoe, he runs very fast, and before the white bear can continue to abuse me, he blocks the road and intercepts the white bear.

The iron donkey shouted, his face showed a hint of ruthlessness, and he rounded the shotgun and swept it at the white bear's head.

I heard a thud, and the white bear's whole body was shaken. The iron donkey continued to wheel the shotgun and hit the white bear's head again.

The white bear received two powerful "slaps", and at this time he was threatened. When the iron donkey rerounds the shotgun, it shoots at the same time.

Its palm still has an advantage against the shotgun, and it knocks the shotgun away in one fell swoop.

The shotgun flew in circles in the air for some distance before landing in front of my eyes. The iron donkey had no weapons in both hands, but he didn't give up, and fought again with his iron palm against the white bear.

No matter how much the white bear is a bear, it is completely different from the human body, and the iron donkey's powerful palm technique is not a threat to it at all.

The white bear stretched out his paws again and pinched the iron donkey's neck. If you want me to say, its claws are so sharp, if it really pinched, it can poke a bunch of holes in the neck of the iron donkey on the spot.

The iron donkey also took his palm as a claw in time and grabbed the white bear's claws.

The two of them began to fight again. The white bear played badly, and at the same time pressed forward while struggling. The white bear had seven or eight hundred pounds, and the advantage of its weight allowed it to press the iron donkey to the snow at once.

The situation is critical, if you don't think of a way, the iron donkey will become a dead donkey!