Chapter 0003: Passionate Luo Zheng

Old Ma let out a long howl, which could be considered a response, and then galloped away with renewed vigor. The young man laughed and scolded, "Hearing the mare has got you all excited, you old, lecherous horse. Just don't end up with the runs later on." With that, he hurried to catch up.

Seeing the speed and amplitude of the hungry wolf's run, the young man's expression grew more serious. This was a hungry wolf with rich experience, maintaining a constant speed and running in a straight line, which was advantageous for shortening the distance and time of the attack. It appeared that the wolf was not exerting its full strength, indicating that the opponent was not yet starving to the point of exhaustion

The battle-hardened hungry wolf is certainly not easy to deal with. In the recent skirmish, whether it was a moment earlier or a minute later in counterattacking, as long as the hungry wolf was not in a high position with no leverage, there was room for maneuver, and the outcome was uncertain

The hungry wolf suddenly pounced, leaping high into the air when it was about five or six meters away, its tall body soaring upward, mouth wide open, and its sharp claws glinting with a cold light in the twilight.

"Class monitor?" Luo Zheng's mind went blank in an instant, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground. The body of the class vice president he was holding also fell to the floor. His mind was a complete blank, and his eyes stared blankly at the charred corpses scattered all around, completely oblivious to the foul odor permeating the air.

As he was about to run in, a young man named Luo Zheng caught a whiff of an unusual smell of blood. Upon noticing that the sentry on the watchtower was missing, he was taken aback and cautiously drew his machete, his eyes gleaming with alertness. He locked onto the direction of the barracks, concealed his body behind a cart, and proceeded carefully. Before long, he spotted a familiar figure lying in the square

The person lay motionless on the ground, the surrounding rainwater turning a deep crimson. The young man named Luo Zheng was taken aback and hurried over, completely forgetting that approaching could make him a target for a sniper. Upon examining the person on the ground, Luo Zheng's expression changed drastically; it was the vice squad leader, a comrade he knew all too well, with half of his head blown off, already dead.

Deputy squad leader?" Luo Zheng panicked, looking incredulously at the person in his arms. Just yesterday, they had been joking and chatting together, their voices and smiles vividly etched in his memory. He never expected that after being away for just one day, his closest comrade would have turned into a cold corpse. Suddenly realizing something, Luo Zheng picked up the deputy squad leader's body and ran wildly towards the barracks.

During this experience, Luo Zheng was thrown into a state of chaos, completely abandoning the basic tactic of evasion, unaware that such actions would expose his position. Fortunately, the enemy had already retreated; otherwise, he would have died countless times. His mind was filled only with worry and anger

The young man remained still, adopting a strategy of waiting for the enemy to tire. He coldly observed the hungry wolf lunging towards him, his eyes gleaming with intensity. The machete in his hand naturally hung down but then shifted direction, the blade now poised forward. As the hungry wolf drew ever closer, the young man still did not move. In the face of the wolf, panic would only hasten death. Clearly, the young man possessed extensive experience in battling hungry wolves.

The old horse seemed to understand the words of the young man and continued to move forward. The old horse knew the way, so there was no need to worry about going astray. The young man threw the whip onto the cart and pulled out a mountain-cutting knife from beneath a sack in the cart. The knife was over 2 feet long and 8 inches wide, with a slightly thick spine and a slightly curved blade. The handle was wrapped in red cloth and there was no sheath.

A person on a horse was galloping across the wilderness. As night fell, a torrential rain poured down, hitting his face painfully. The young man quickly pulled the canvas cover from the cart to protect the sack, urging the old horse to quicken its pace. He could see the lookout point ahead and let out a sigh of relief.

The young man tossed the wolf's corpse onto the cart and said with a grin: "Old Matou, how do you think my skills are? This wolf skin would make a great shoulder cape for you. A horse draped in wolf skin would surely look impressive, attracting many mares. You don't have to thank me; after all, we are good brothers. If it weren't for you back when I suffered from heatstroke in the wilderness, I, Luo Zheng, would have long since turned into a pile of dust." His playful banter had completely replaced the earlier coldness and severity.

The cruelty and madness of a hungry wolf can only be felt by those who have experienced it. A well-fed wild wolf has low demands for food and will not actively attack humans. However, a hungry wolf does not have this concept; it will stop at nothing for survival. Perhaps provoked by the taunts of the young, the hungry wolf charges forward in a frenzy.

With the mountain knife in hand, the demeanor of the young man transformed; he was no longer as approachable as the neighbor's boy from earlier, but instead exuded a sense of determination and sternness. His eyes, sharp and focused, coldly regarded the wolf, as he gripped the mountain knife tightly with one hand, the veins on the back of his hand prominently visible, his body slightly bent, as if facing a formidable foe

Knock, knock, knock! After three loud knocks against the books, blood streamed from his forehead. Luo Zheng, with a sorrowful expression, said: "Class monitor, brothers, you must be telling me the truth in my dreams from the heavens. I swear I will not rest until I avenge this grudge." A tremendous killing intent surged into the sky, and the surrounding air seemed to ignite.

With a thud, the hungry wolf leaped high and landed heavily at the young man's feet, letting out a mournful groan, looking up at the young man with resentment, its body curled up, struggling, attempting to rise again

The young man's extraordinarily calm gaze locked onto the hungry wolf, and with a swift kick, he struck directly at the handle of the cleaver. With a muffled sound, the cleaver plunged even deeper, causing the hungry wolf to howl in agony. Its dim yellow eyes fixed intently on the young man, but soon they grew dull, losing all vitality.

It is unclear how much time has passed, but Luo Zheng, who has already vaguely guessed what has happened, has a fierce expression on his face. Enduring the pain, he silently kneels down and bows his head. His mind is filled with memories of his comrades, playing, going wild, and boasting together in the past. A stream of tears rolls down his cheeks; a man does not shed tears easily, but it is not yet the moment of sorrow.

Upon arriving at the barracks, Luo Zheng saw that the kitchen had been charred, and the surrounding buildings were also in a state of ruin. Had it not been for the torrential rain, the entire outpost would likely have been reduced to ashes. Luo Zheng rushed frantically into the rooms, finding nothing inside. After searching room by room, he finally discovered several charred corpses in the kitchen

The hungry wolf, leaping high, finds itself unable to leverage its position in the air, rendering it incapable of changing its attack. The young man waits for this very moment. Faced with the ferocious assault of the hungry wolf, he remains as still as a mountain, yet moves like a startled rabbit. With a thunderous shout of "Kill!" he suddenly pushes off with great force from the ground, advancing rather than retreating, and charges back at the hungry wolf.

Just as he was about to collide with the hungry wolf, the young man pushed off the ground with his foot, his body crouching in an unusual manner as he dodged to the side. The mountain-cutting knife in his hand slashed forward, and with a sound of "puff," the sharp blade pierced directly into the wolf's abdomen, blood gushing out.

Looking at the dead starving wolf, the young man felt an immense sense of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. The earlier struggle had been perilous; had it not been for the wolf's high leap in its attack, leaving no room for maneuver, and had it not been for his calm and composed wait for the moment to counterattack, the outcome could have been uncertain. The young man drew his machete and cleaned the blood off the wolf's body, exhaling deeply. Noticing that the old horse had already moved far away, he quickly picked up the lifeless wolf and hurried after him.