Blood gushed out from the chest of the cub. It looked at its chest, feeling the severe pain and the loss of life, and didn't know what to think.

Wang Yang also looked at it.

There seemed to be a "thump, thump" tremor on the other end of the wooden spear. He felt that he had formed a line with the wooden spear and touched the other person's heart.

There was a faint fluctuation in his eyes. Killing large animals was so different from killing small animals. Their emotions were very obvious and could easily infect others.

You will feel their mood changes, just like people.

What he felt from the cub at this time was pain and despair, with a faint flash of sympathy.

But this expression only appeared for a short moment, and then he became calm again.

He raised his foot and kicked it, pulled out the wooden spear, and stabbed deeply.

Then he pulled it out again and stabbed again.

The blood bloomed like flowers and fell to the ground. Wang Yang wiped his face covered with blood and killed all three bears.

"Huh~"

He breathed heavily, his body was a little weak, especially his left arm, which was experiencing severe pain.

These three cubs should be the children of the big black bear. The mother bear will nurse her children for a period of time until they are able to survive before leaving.

Even though the cubs are called cubs, they eat enough in the autumn and each of them has gained one to two hundred kilograms, two or three times heavier than Wang Yang. They can allow everyone to live a prosperous life for half a month.

Wang Yang did not dare to delay and started cleaning up the battlefield.

He did not choose to take the three cubs back to the cave or to the Bone Forest for preservation.

Because it would be very slow for him to carry a large object that is two or three times heavier than himself, and it would be inconvenient to have his left arm injured.

And only one animal can be taken away at a time. What to do with the rest? It’s unimaginable how long it takes to go back and forth several times. They have long been taken away by other animals.

So he decided to hide on the spot.

He threw all the cubs into the tree hole, pulled piles of fur from their bodies, and scattered them around the tree hole.

Then take some clean white snow to cover the hole, and cover it with the wooden board.

In this way, the smell of blood can be effectively blocked, and bear hair is everywhere, which will make other coveting animals afraid of staying too long knowing that they have entered the central territory of the black bear.

This method is not a good one, but this is all Wang Yang can do.

In order to create a diversion effect, he also specially put the blood-stained snow into a wooden barrel and poured it all into the Smilodon's territory, so that it could resist any storms.

After that, he returned to the cave and had a good rest.

When the osteologist saw him coming back, he shouted loudly and gathered a group of people around to watch him, pointing at his arm and shouting something like "wuwu".

Wang Yang didn't even have to guess, his behavior must have surprised them again.

"Give it all, give it all, I haven't given up, I really haven't given up."

When he returned to the cave, before his butt was warm from sitting, Zhang San pulled him to look at the barrel again.

Due to the heavy use of barrels recently, he worked almost day and night to make barrels, and he cut down an open area of ​​trees at the mouth of the canyon.

Every time he made one, he would ask Wang Yang to look at it, then point to the bottom of the bucket and ask if he needed to dig some holes.

Wang Yang guessed that he might feel good about being praised, but he didn't know whether this guess was accurate, so he didn't try to discourage him. He patted his shoulder happily and nodded heavily every time.

After resting all night, he went to the black bear's tree hole early the next morning.

After a night of heavy snowfall, the ground was covered with thick white snow, which froze your feet deep into your bones.

The tree hole was still full of white snow. Wang Yang dug out a little bit and found that the wooden board was still inside, indicating that no other animals had come close.

This discovery is undoubtedly gratifying, and it shows that my judgment is correct and that I can move the body without any effort.

However, it was a bitter experience for the Smilodon. The guy has not stopped since last night and has been roaring hysterically. It seems that its home is very popular and many tourists come to visit. It is a good tourist attraction.

Wang Yang sat above the tree hole and began to calculate leisurely.

Yesterday's harvest was huge, and combined with the previous savings, it can feed everyone for more than a month. After that, if you randomly destroy a few small animal nests, you can almost get through it.

Thinking of this, he was in a good mood. Will he still be afraid that no one will go deep into the forest until next spring?

"There will be bread, there will be houses, there will be cars."

He felt extremely comfortable at the moment. For the first time, he felt that the winter attractions in this era were really good and covered in silver.

I don’t know what scene [***] he saw when he wrote "Qinyuan Spring - Snow".

Time passed by in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye, it was the late winter.

This period of time was relatively relaxing and nothing unexpected happened.

In addition to guarding the corpse every day, Wang Yang wandered around to see if he could get anything.

After returning to the cave, I guided Zhang San's training, chatted with the osteologist, had a warm bonfire, ate hot food, and occasionally built a few snowmen. It was very comfortable.

Of course, this is because he has the confidence in his heart.

The adults were miserable. They had already discovered that the food storage was insufficient. Their eyes were very solemn. They looked at the food getting scarce day by day, and their brows were knitted together.

Today, there is only enough food left for one day. If we finish eating in one day, we have to wait for the weather.

In order to deepen their concept of insufficient food, Wang Yang did not plan to take it out now. He buried himself in the world of polishing weapons every day.

Once spring arrives, these weapons will come in handy.

Of course, the main weapons are wooden spears and various bone tools.

All the wooden spears were processed by him, sharpened, and then grilled on the fire.

As long as the bone tools can be made into bone spurs, he will not let them go.

Continuously grinding on the stone platform.

Naturally, he would not do this kind of thing alone. He mobilized all his friends to do it together. Whoever worked well would be rewarded with two chestnuts.

A few more days passed like this, and hunger finally came.

Even though the adults worked hard to find food, it was still not enough to offset their consumption. To this day, many people are starving.

Wang Yang calmed down and polished his weapons silently.

Finally on this day, everyone no longer had any food.

Not only was there no food, everyone had been hungry for several days and had reached the point of collapse. They began to dig out tree roots and bark, hoping to hold on for a while.

There were even a few adults who were ready to cause trouble for the saber-toothed tigers and wolves.

Wang Yang believed that as long as the saber-toothed tiger didn't run away, he could definitely take down that guy with his spears and numbers.

But some tribesmen may die, which is completely unnecessary.

After another day of hunger, Wang Yang decided to bring food back.
Chapter completed!