frightfiction Chapter 336 Sliding Tackle Kills the Wolf
Chapter 336 Sliding Tackle Kills the Wolf
Lu Jinyang didn't give up on saving himself. He tried several times to climb up with his bare hands, but the rock face was slippery and frozen, making it impossible to climb. Once, when he was only a meter or so away from the cave entrance, Wolf Eyes was lying above him, baring his teeth and threatening him. Unfortunately, he eventually slipped down.
The Lu brothers were exhausted, and a sense of despair washed over them. But they knew they couldn't give up. They had to find a way to climb out.
Lu Zhiqiang said to Lu Jinyang, "Let's set up our guns here. As long as this wolf eye gets impatient and peeks out from the cave entrance, we'll blow its head off."
"Okay, let's do it this way."
Two extremely inaccurate pistols were placed at the bottom of the cave, aimed at the entrance above. If any wolves peeked out again, the Lu brothers would shoot them in the head and send them plummeting into the cave.
……
Li Ju'an encountered danger.
Twenty-eight green-skinned wolves charged out from all directions in the forest at the same time, heading straight for the old wolf's carcass, which was emitting a bloody smell. They aimed at his back and tried to bite his neck and spine.
Although Li Ju'an carried three guns, he could only use one at hand, switching weapons while reloading. His eyes quickly searched the wolf pack, trying to find the wolf's eyes, but the cunning wolf's eyes were not among the charging wolves.
He cursed under his breath and aimed his gun at the wounded alpha wolf. The alpha wolf, clearly limping from his shot, was easily identifiable. Its sprinting speed was also the slowest, making it easy to aim.
He aimed the muzzle of his Mosin-Nagant at three inches in front of the Big Bad Wolf's head, and pre-aimed before pulling the trigger.
boom! boom! boom!
The Mosin-Nagant is a bolt-action rifle with a five-round fixed magazine; you pull the bolt once to fire a shot.
Before the five bullets were even exhausted, three had already whistled out, striking the wolf's skull with unerring accuracy. The Mosin-Nagant rifle bullets pierced the wolf's head with unstoppable force, bursting out from the back of its skull, accompanied by a cloud of scarlet blood, announcing its end.
Before the male wolf could even put up any resistance or howl, it collapsed like a puppet with its limbs stiff, crashing heavily behind the swarming pack of wolves, becoming an abrupt silence on the battlefield.
However, the wolf pack's charge was unstoppable, and the fall of the alpha wolf did not cause the rest of the pack to hesitate or retreat in the slightest. The alpha wolf's demise had no effect on the pack. Li Ju'an inserted the remaining two bullets from the Mosin-Nagant's magazine into the heart and lungs of the nearest alpha wolf.
With a determined look in his eyes, Li Ju'an swiftly unleashed the last two bullets from the Mosin-Nagant rifle's magazine, each one precisely embedding itself in the vital organs of the nearest male wolf's heart and lungs.
While the wolf's head is a coveted target for hunters, it is difficult to catch due to the wolf's agility and cunning; a slight miscalculation can result in a missed shot. The wolf's head is challenging to hit, as it is nimble and quick, making it easy to miss, although the heart and lung areas are relatively more stable.
He shot a male wolf twice. The wolf was hit in the heart and lungs by two bullets, let out a painful howl, and slowed down, but still instinctively continued to dive.
Li Ju'an switched his gun to the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle on his back. As the male wolf pounced, he rolled on the spot to dodge and fired a shot into the back of a wolf that was attacking from the right.
The blue wolf, with a faint reddish tinge to its fur, was clearly not a local species, but a hybrid of some distant wolf lineage. Agile and incredibly fast, its robust physique exuded a formidable ferocity, naturally making it the vanguard of the pack's charge.
Li Ju'an reacted swiftly, firing two bullets almost simultaneously, aiming directly at the broad back of the blue wolf. However, the wolf's agility was beyond expectation. Before the gunshots even truly echoed in the air, it had anticipated the attack, leaping swiftly and deftly flipping its body in mid-air, completing a dazzling feint that cleverly deflected the bullets that should have accurately embedded themselves in the skull, sending them flying behind it.
Both shots missed. Li Ju'an cursed inwardly; this was why so many veteran hunters were so reluctant to talk about encountering wolves.
In the dead of night, you can't hit a wolf at all. Even in the daytime, like now in bright light, wolves are agile and prone to feints, so bullets are almost guaranteed to miss. If you also encounter a jam or accidental discharge, you'll have to risk your life to shoot a wolf.
The red-haired wolf slowed down, and another male wolf leaped over and pounced on its face.
Li Ju'an's mind raced, leaving him no time to consider anything else; the safety of Da Hu and the others had to be temporarily set aside. His gaze was like a torch, locked on the flamboyant male wolf, and his finger involuntarily convulsively pulled the trigger, mercilessly firing every bullet in the magazine.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Gunshots rang out, each one shaking the very air in the forest. Shell casings rained down, signaling the magazine's exhaustion. The cunning wolves, seemingly aware of his predicament, didn't rush in, but maintained a delicate distance, their eyes gleaming with a confrontational light, as if assessing the remaining power of his weapon.
At this critical moment of life and death, the interval between reloading felt like an eternity, each passing second suffocating. Li Ju'an knew that he was like a fish on a chopping board, and the slightest mistake would mean utter destruction.
Just then, a long and mournful wolf howl came from afar; it was the command of the wolf's eyes.
The lone wolves, wounded and hesitant, and the previously wavering explorers, seemed to receive an invisible command. In an instant, they abandoned all their reservations and launched a final, overwhelming attack on Li Ju'an. In that split second, twenty-seven blue wolves, like phantoms in the night, with an invincible wildness, were determined to completely devour this last obstacle.
His heart was pounding, and sweat mingled with dirt. He knew that the real test had only just begun.
Li Ju'an cursed, "Damn it, they've all become sentient."
Li Ju'an needed time to reload; he had to remove the empty cartridge case and insert a new bullet. He pried open the butt of the gun, took out three bullets, chambered one, gripped the remaining two tightly in his hand, closed the gun, and chambered another. This back and forth would definitely take too long.
He could only snap the bayonet of his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle shut, revealing its sharp blade. His hands didn't stop moving; as soon as the bayonet was exposed, the foremost wolf pounced on him, the stench emanating from its gaping jaws filling the air. With a bite force of two hundred kilograms, he couldn't withstand it at all.
Nearby, Big Tiger and his pack of dogs were fighting individually, locked in a fierce battle with a pack of wolves, their bodies covered in blood. Blood splattered everywhere, and every howl shook the air. The fight was incredibly intense and tragic.
Li Ju'an stood in the center of the battle, his gaze piercing, fixed on the giant wolf that lunged at his face, its fangs bared. His anger boiled within him, his eyes bloodshot like burning flames, revealing an undeniable killing intent. Within his body, a latent power seemed to awaken like that of an ancient beast; his muscles were like armor, every inch containing the imposing strength and agility of a wild bull, his aura overwhelming.
He gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body tensed to the extreme, veins bulging on his forehead like coiled dragons, and the muscles in his upper arms twisted into hard ropes, demonstrating his indomitable will and boundless strength. In this life-or-death moment, Li Ju'an unleashed unprecedented potential.
With a swift movement, he slid out like a ghost, the muddy ground beneath his feet becoming his agile stage, each step perfectly utilizing his momentum. The Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, its bayonet gleaming coldly, was gripped tightly in his hand, raised high, aimed at the wolf about to pounce. Time seemed to freeze at that moment; man and wolf, life and death, were separated by a mere hair's breadth.
Just as the wolf leaped into the air, its claws about to strike Li Ju'an's face, he suddenly exerted force, his bayonet slicing through the air with a whistling sound, piercing the wolf's chest with pinpoint accuracy. This strike was an instinct for survival. The sharp bayonet instantly sank into the wolf's tender belly. Propelled by the momentum of the pounce, the bayonet swiftly and decisively tore open the entire abdomen.
At this point, the wolf realized it was too late for regrets and could only watch helplessly as his abdomen was cut open.
A sliding tackle!