The blade of the knife strangled the neck, and the body in the hand suddenly tensed and twitched, trembling disproportionately to its small size, as if all the life contained in it was about to burst out. As the warm and fishy liquid gradually dripped into the mouth,
The trembling between his fingers gradually faded and finally dissipated. Asa squeezed the mountain rat with all his strength, not caring that the stomach contents were also squeezed out. It was not until the last drop of body fluid dripped slowly that Asa dropped the already twisted shape.
The deformed mountain rat stretched out its tongue and licked the blood from its mouth into its mouth.
I don't want to die.
The smell of blood steamed up from the stomach. The throat let out a low roar on its own initiative. It was dull, ambiguous, far-reaching, and it did not seem to come from an organ, but from a certain fold in the soul.
He remembered this sound. When he was three years old, he was hiding in a tree and watching several hunters in the village rounding up an injured wolf. He was shaken by the deep roar of the wolf, not because of fear, but because he felt the deepest pain in his soul.
A string resonated with it. He became obsessed with understanding the language of animals for a while.
He now understood that the sound was originally meaningless. It was just the scream of life before the threat of death. It was the release of a strong desire to survive and an almost crazy animality overflowing in his heart.
Three days of drinking blood and extreme tension, as well as the critical limit of physical strength. The threat of death following him and his strong desire to survive, the torment of both almost turned him into a complete beast. But fortunately, reason is still dominant.
All actions.
Asa is very aware of the gap in ability between himself and the stalkers. He remembers very clearly how the heads of the two infantrymen of the third team were beaten to pieces like watermelons in one encounter. The only thing he can rely on now is,
The only advantage is to have insight into the other party's intentions.
The hunter did not pursue him with all his strength. This was not a chase. The hunter did not want to catch up with him as quickly as possible and then risk injury and bite each other with a beast in desperate situation. This was hunting, chasing the prey.
Let the prey gradually weaken in fear and desperate flight, and then come over when you are 120% sure, kill him like a mouse, and cut off his head. No matter it is physical factors, or in this
Even with the skills to survive in the swamp and dense forest, he could not escape from being hunted. Both chasers and escapers knew this very well.
During these three days, Asa pretended to be a desperate escape that the hunters wanted to see. His physical fitness also declined as quickly as if he was actually running away. He was unable to make a fire, and there was no sufficient food. He was in the lizard swamp.
Eating raw meat of any animal is a court of death. The parasites inside are fatal to the human body. Instead, one can only look for some non-toxic insects to eat raw. Although the raw blood of animals is safe and can be used as a slight supplement, it does not
It was not enough to cope with the loss of sweat and physical strength from a lot of exercise. The lack of salt and food had almost reached the limit of endurance. The real illusion spread during these three days must be ended with an action without any mistakes.
With great luck, I quickly found three non-toxic worms from the surrounding grass and shrubs. They were finger-sized and vigorously tumbling around in my hands. I pinched the head with my fingers and slowly
When you squeeze it, the green feces will be squeezed out. You must not use too much force to squeeze the insect's body and let the nutritious juice splash. At the same time, you must try to expel the potentially toxic feces. This is an extremely delicate craft. After these few days,
Asa is already very proficient in using the sky.
The tender insect meat quickly turned into a thick paste between the teeth, and the smooth and bitter taste lingered on the taste buds like the swamp air sticking to the skin. Asa carefully ground it with his teeth, and used
The tongue carefully searches the meat paste for any larger pieces of meat that have been missed, ensuring that all the insect bodies can be reduced into the smallest possible units for easy digestion. Every drop of nutrition is precious and is the driving force for the next step.
Hope of living.
He dug a hole about one foot in the ground with a knife and buried the body of the mountain rat. Every time he killed an animal in the past three days, he would spare no effort in burying the body.
He put the knife on his back, checked himself carefully, and tried to flatten every bulge in the clothes. Like a careful sentinel stepping onto the narrow platform, he carefully stepped on the mound of soil that had just buried the mountain rat, and then slowly
He squatted down and fell down, like a giant deformed worm, slowly moving towards a puddle of sewage next to him.
He focused all his attention on this ugly movement, carefully controlling every muscle in his body to keep his body as stretched as possible on the ground without leaving any conspicuous marks on the soft mud.
.Any movement that is out of control or uncoordinated will make three days of hard work completely wasted.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then slowly slid down into the chest-high sewage without letting the sewage splash at all. The weight of the knife was just enough to prevent him from floating, and he paddled through the mud at the bottom of the water towards the place in his memory.
Move in the direction. This pool of sewage leads to a temporary creek formed due to the rainy season. He walked here deliberately and chose this terrain to bury the body. Everything was according to plan.
There were slight pains in several places on his body, as the leeches were on his body. Asa ignored it. After sucking enough blood, they would loosen their mouths on their own. If he tried to pull away, the suction cups would remain in the skin and cause infection. The most important thing now is
Dive as far as possible before taking your next breath.
I re-examined every detail in my mind. There was no flaw, and the great joy of being born arose spontaneously. The only problem now is the body of the mountain rat, which must be decomposed before the stalker arrives.
To a sufficient extent, enough to emit a certain odor.
All I need now is a rotten luck.
Asa prayed fiercely as he paddled his limbs like a carrion-eating lizard on the mud deposited by decayed matter.
In the afternoon, the rare sun showed its face in the Lizard Swamp.
The sunlight was cut into pieces by the branches and fell in pieces. The damp ground turned the sun's corpse into a curtain that swirled between the branches and leaves of the trees and the ground. Everything was swampy in this hot and humid curtain.
Life grows quickly and dies quickly for the growth of other lives. Even the rapid decay seems to be full of life.
The stalker watched silently as a large group of scavenging lizards happily fought for the carcass of a mountain rat. He hated the smell of mucus on these ugly scavenging animals, which was too strong for his sensitive sense of smell. One
The larger lizard successfully grabbed the body and ran away, while the others immediately swarmed and disappeared into the forest, leaving only a dug pit and traces all over the ground.
From a human perspective, this prey is quite good, with good speed, agility, and strength. The stalker is very interested in it and is quite sure to kill him in a head-on battle.
However, having considerable certainty is not enough. This is not a battlefield, but hunting. We must use considerable certainty to gradually evolve into sufficient certainty. Since yesterday, the footprints have gradually become weak and vain.
Now, the stalker feels confident enough.
But it is also a strange prey. Although it is indeed being chased, the footprints do not show the messiness and panic that a hunted prey should have. There is a strange determination in the weak steps, which is not a blind escape.
, but there is something else hidden in it.
I have done a good job of covering up my whereabouts in the past three days, but I have always made a stupid mistake - burying the carcasses of animals that have drunk their blood. This is completely counterproductive. The lizards will dig up the carcasses and eat them because of the smell of decay.
Drop. The stalker almost only needs to follow the smell of the large group of lizards.
Incomprehensible mentality, stupid mistakes, there seems to be a vague connection between the two. This feeling makes the hunter feel a little strange. But it is just strange. After catching up, killing, and cutting off the head
After that, there is nothing surprising. No animal can escape its tracking in this swampy forest. The stalker has absolute confidence in this. Absolutely.
But the hunter was immediately surprised to find that all the traces only ended here and did not extend in any direction.
Only the strong odor unique to swamp lizards was left in the air. The stalker leaned down and carefully examined every trace on the ground. Although the lizards crawled and fought for food, making the surrounding ground a mess, but for the stalker it was super
For those with strong observation skills and experience, the traces of this prey are still visible, and it will take a while to clearly detect all the traces around it.
The pace was somewhat frivolous but unhurried, and there was no trace of retracing his own footsteps back to the way he came. He just turned around a few times in the surrounding bushes, probably looking for food. The hunter was even able to identify the first one he found.
The food was found from under two horn ferns, probably an insect. The first half of the two footprints there were slightly deeper, showing that the center of gravity of the bending movement moved forward. But other than that, nothing else was found.
.The footprints stopped abruptly just before the pit where the body was originally buried.
This is completely beyond the scope of experience accumulated by the hunter's tribe for many years. Escape, cover-up, gradually declining physical fitness... The hunter can only rely on his own mind to connect these, hoping to draw experience from them.
But it is difficult for a mind lacking the ability to think logically to complete this task. When he found himself falling into a strange trap step by step, just as the fugitive expected, an uncontrollable rage took over crazily.
All his thoughts.
A lizard crawled back with its head shaking, sniffing next to the pit, hoping to find some good things. But it immediately became the target of the rager next to it. Its huge body flew high with a violent blow.
, and then fell into the sewage pool, causing the sky-high sewage and silt to splash everywhere. Along with the muddy water, there were also a few leeches falling ashore, clumsily squirming with their rounded bodies after eating, trying to return to the water. Hunting.
The hunter noticed it, picked one up, looked at it carefully, pinched it open, and tasted the liquid flowing out. Then a ferocious expression appeared on his face that other races could not understand.
Close to the ground, the most sensitive sense of smell on the entire continent finally distinguished a trace of the smell he hoped to find from the irritating smell of the lizard's mucus and the rotten smell of the earth. This smell extended to the sewage puddle.
You must take out your heart while you are still alive, tear the hot and pulsating thing into pieces in your teeth, swallow it together with the freshest blood contained in it through your throat and into your body, and turn the cunning contained in it into yourself.
the power of.
There should be no damage to the head. Slowly dig out the brain marrow from the eye sockets and eat it, peel off the skin and flesh, and ask the best craftsmen to grind the skull. This perfect trophy can be placed on the tomb of the ancestors. As a sacrifice, this is what the tribe takes.
A further testament to his proud hunting skills.
You are my good prey.
A long-lost excitement filled the body of the running hunter. It was a feeling that only arose in his body when he was chasing the most beautiful female in the tribe when he had just matured.