Apocalyptic Hoarding Diary

Seeing Lao Wang and three soldiers leap down from the tree trunk one after another and rush into the chaotic battle without the slightest hesitation, Xu Xiaoyan's heart tightened. She bit her lower lip and prepared to climb down.

"Don't move!" Wang Yuming's low voice came from beside her, and Xu Xiaoyan turned around.

Wang Yuming shook his head at her. "You're a girl, you're not as strong as me. The situation down there is too dangerous, it's more appropriate for me to go down and help."

Before he finished speaking, he had already nimbly climbed down the tree and landed steadily on the thick layer of fallen leaves.

Xu Xiaoyan quickly pulled open the outer layer of her backpack and, using the backpack fabric as cover, took out a gleaming watermelon knife from her storage space!

"Wang Yuming!" she leaned forward and whispered, "Catch!"

Wang Yuming turned around at the sound and saw a watermelon knife on the ground. "Take this!" Xu Xiaoyan gestured to him. "My protective weapon, don't lose it!"

Wang Yuming weighed the unexpectedly sharp "weapon" in his hand, looked up at her with a grateful smile, and said, "Don't worry, I guarantee I won't lose it."

He turned and gripped the hilt of his knife, charging toward the nearest wild boar.

Four well-trained soldiers reacted quickly, using branches and stones to shout repeatedly in an attempt to distract the wild boar from the fallen finches.

Weng Beiyan was even more ferocious. He used his agility to weave through the trees and seize every opportunity to pick up stones and smash them into the head and body of the wild boar.

Although it was difficult to inflict a fatal wound, it once again successfully enraged the wild boar that was preparing to turn back and attack the finches.

The wild boar, enraged by Weng Beiyan, pawed at him, growled, and charged at him like a small tank.

Weng Beiyan hurriedly climbed behind a tree, and with a loud "bang," the thick tree trunk was hit and shook violently.

On the other side, Wang Yuming seized the opportunity. While a soldier was distracting another wild boar with his backpack, he darted forward, gripped his watermelon knife tightly with both hands, and slashed down on the wild boar's side rump with all his might.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the tough pigskin, leaving a bloody gash.

The wild boar cried out in pain, then abruptly turned around, its small, scarlet eyes fixed on Wang Yuming. Its tusks bared, and it charged forward with a stench that filled the air.

"Watch out!" Old Wang shouted, throwing his military knife with all his might. The knife pierced the wild boar's neck, but it didn't go deep into the flesh, which only fueled its ferocity.

The battle became a stalemate, with the group working together to maneuver, while the wild boar relied on its brute strength and thick hide to charge around recklessly.

In the forest clearing, shouts, the howls of wild boars, the muffled thuds of bodies hitting tree trunks, and rapid breathing mingled together, creating a chaotic and thrilling scene.

Weng Beiyan's clothes were torn by tree branches, and there were several bloody marks on her arms.

A soldier stumbled and fell while dodging, nearly being struck by the fangs, but was pulled away by his comrades in time.

Although Wang Yuming's watermelon knife was sharp, he could hardly find a chance to strike a second time against the wild boar charging wildly. He could only roll and dodge in a sorry state.

Sweat soaked everyone's clothes, and their physical strength was being rapidly depleted. If this continued, injuries or fatalities would inevitably occur sooner or later.

Just at this critical moment, a dense and rapid sound of footsteps came from afar, quickly getting closer and closer. The main force had arrived!

Commander Li's sharp eyes swept quickly across the scene, and he immediately issued orders: "Group One, disperse and isolate! Group Two, aim at the target and await my command!"

The well-trained soldiers immediately sprang into action. One group of soldiers used long poles to quickly build a barrier between the people and the wild boar, protecting Weng Beiyan, Wang Yuming, and others behind them.

The second group of soldiers raised their weapons and aimed at the three wild boars, which were now even more agitated by the new stimulus.

"Fire!" With Commander Li's order, several precise bursts of fire rang out.

The wild boars, which had been incredibly fierce and rampaging just moments before, were almost powerless against modern weapons. They cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground one after another, twitching a few times before falling still.

The forest fell silent instantly, with only the heavy breathing of the group, as if they had survived a disaster.

With Weng Beiyan leaning against the tree trunk and Wang Yuming supporting himself on his knees, the watermelon knife in his hand was finally able to hang down.

The four soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and checked each other's injuries.

A thrilling struggle that lasted for more than twenty minutes was finally brought to a swift and complete end with the strong intervention of the military.

The crisis under the tree was over.

Xu Xiaoyan immediately climbed down from the tree, scrambling on her hands and feet. Without even bothering to brush off the dust, she ran quickly toward the still-lying Weng Nanque.

At this moment, Weng Nanque, who had been unconscious, slowly woke up, and was instantly overwhelmed by excruciating pain and immense fear.

The young girl was deathly pale, her forehead covered in cold sweat. As soon as she regained consciousness, an uncontrollable sob escaped from her trembling lips, filled with helplessness and pain.

"Nan Que! Nan Que, how are you?" Weng Beiyan had already rushed to his sister's side, half-kneeling down to carefully help her up from the ground and let her lean against him.

Seeing his sister crying in pain, his heart felt like it was being clenched. This boy, who had shown no fear when facing wild boars, was now extremely flustered.

Weng Beiyan awkwardly held his younger sister, repeatedly asking hesitantly, "Who...who is a doctor? Is there a doctor? Could you please check how badly my sister is injured?"

His voice trembled almost imperceptibly, and his eyes searched anxiously around him.

A little while later, a soldier carrying a medical kit with a prominent red cross logo jogged over.

"I'm a military doctor, let me take a look." He squatted down and began to examine Weng Nanque's condition with professional and swift movements.

He gently pressed on her abdomen and chest, observing her reaction, his brows furrowing more and more deeply.

After a long pause, he withdrew his hand, sighed heavily, and turned to Weng Beiyan, saying, "The situation is not optimistic. She was hit head-on by a wild boar, and the force was so strong that she suffered severe bruises on her body."

But the internal organs are more troublesome. It's impossible to determine the extent of the damage right now. If there's no internal bleeding, that's incredibly fortunate. With rest and medication, they should recover slowly in about a month. But...

The medic paused, his tone becoming even more grave. "But if the internal bleeding is severe, the continuous blood loss can lead to shock. In the wilderness where there is a lack of emergency care and blood transfusions, the chances of survival are slim."

The words "it's hanging by a thread" struck Weng Beiyan's heart like a heavy hammer.

He froze for a moment, looking at his sister crying in his arms from the pain, and a huge panic and despair instantly engulfed him.

This boy, who had always strived to be strong, could no longer hold back his tears, which streamed down his face and mingled with his sister's sobs.