The little breast tiger held in his arms listened to Jiang Minghao’s murmur, as if agreeing with his point of view, and began to lick Jiang Minghao’s hand. He seemed to know that he had just done something wrong, using his own scarlet. His tongue licked and licked the wound he had bitten.
Jiang Minghao allowed the little breast tiger to lick his wounds. He stroked the little breast tiger's hairy head with his other hand and said: "You are the child of the king of the forest, and in the future you will become a forest like your mother. Wang, I will call you Xiaohu from now on."
"Ah woo..."
Just after Jiang Minghao finished speaking, Xiaohu suddenly raised his head and snorted softly at Jiang Minghao, then turned his head and continued to lick the wound on his hand, as if agreeing to the name Jiang Minghao gave him.
Seeing Xiaohu promised himself, Jiang Minghao was overjoyed and continued to say to him: "Xiaohu, let's go and bury your mother and brother together." With that said, Jiang Minghao gently put Xiaohu down, and he walked over. By Bai Hu's side, he carried Baihu's corpse on his shoulders, then hugged the breast tiger's corpse on the ground shortly, and came under a cedar.
Jiang Minghao has nothing to dig. He can only use the only falcon wing saber in his hand to puncture the soil on the ground one by one, and then use his hands to dig out the soft soil one by one. Little tiger sees As Jiang Minghao worked hard to dig the hole, he also ran over, following Jiang Minghao's appearance, using his front paws to dig out the soft soil little by little, and digging for more than two hours one by one. After digging a deep pit where the tigress could be buried, Jiang Minghao gently put the bodies of the white tiger and the little suckling tiger into the pit. At this moment, the little tiger suddenly stood by the pit and roared towards the sky:
"Aw..."
Although the little tiger is still young, he is still a suckling tiger, but his roar seems to have the momentum of the king of the forest. The roar echoes in the forest. The birds and beasts heard this roar, as if frightened, and attracted the forest. There was a commotion in the depths, Jiang Minghao clearly saw the tears in Xiaohu's eyes, and his roar was to see off his mother and brother.
"Hey, Xiaohu doesn't cry." Jiang Minghao looked at Xiaohu's sad look, his heart trembled, a trace of sorrow was like tens of thousands of sharp blades stuck in his heart, stabbing him like a knife.
Faced with such a parting of his relatives, Jiang Minghao’s tears have long since shed. When he and Xiaohu were the same size back then, his grandfather built a grave for his parents behind the house, but the difference is that his grandfather buried his parents’ clothes in At the grave, I didn't even see the last face of my parents, but what about Xiaohu? But he was much luckier than himself, at least he could still see his relatives for the last time.
Jiang Minghao rubbed his nose, concealed the sadness and pity in his heart, crawled out of the pit, and said to Xiaohu: "Let's take one last look."
"Woo..."
Xiaohu wailed again. He seemed to understand what Jiang Minghao meant. He knew that this was the last time he saw his relatives. The tears in his eyes finally flowed down. Jiang Minghao patted his head gently. The excavated soil was sprinkled on the corpse in handfuls, until the white tiger and the little suckling tiger were completely buried, and a short earth grave was built.
Jiang Minghao patted the dirt on his hands and said, "Little tiger, let's go."
After finishing talking, Jiang Minghao turned and left, but he walked out a full ten meters away. Little Tiger still lay on his family’s grave and sobbed. Jiang Minghao shook his head helplessly. He could understand Xiaohu’s mood, because Xiaohu All this experience is too similar to me, but at least I still have grandpa, but Xiaohu has nothing.
"No, he still has me." Jiang Minghao suddenly muttered: "I have grandpa, Xiaohu has me, we will be brothers from now on."
Jiang Minghao turned around and turned back, holding Xiaohu in his arms and comforting him: "Little Tiger, from now on, I will be your relative, and we will come back."
"Woo..."
Xiaohu wailed again, then buried his head in Jiang Minghao's arms, and fell asleep deeply. He was too sad and tired. Jiang Minghao stroked Xiaohu's back and moved step by step towards the entrance of the cave. Go.
Jiang Minghao put the little tiger on the hay in the corridor and took a look at the thin clothes on the drowsy Chiao. He once again walked out of the corridor and walked towards the corpses of the five hunters. In this icy world, they need these people too much. With the clothes and supplies on his body, Jiang Minghao took the three flying knives back, took off two cotton-padded coats from them, and put all the food, hip flasks, ropes, and all useful things on them into his pockets. In the middle of the tunnel, he moved into the tunnel. He helped Chisao put on a cotton coat and put on a suit himself. He walked out of the tunnel again, ready to get some steel balls, gunpowder and shotguns. In this snowy forest, guns are always better than knives.
But when Jiang Minghao put the steel ball and gunpowder into his pocket and picked up a shotgun for inspection, he felt a cold wind blowing through the back of his head, and a touch of danger passed through his heart. Jiang Minghao even had time to use a perspective eye. I went to check the surroundings, hugged the shotgun and rolled out, after a few consecutive standard military evasive maneuvers in the snow, he came and hid behind the trunk of a big tree.
In the trajectory he rolled over, a dense array of bullet holes was clearly visible in the snow. Listening to the gunshots, Jiang Minghao had no idea, in this snowy mountain forest, who would have such foreign military firearms , He hid behind the tree trunk, hiding all parts of his body, through the tree trunk, seeing the scene in front of him, his back spine was cold, and his whole body was sweating.
It turned out to be him? That master sniper who was blown half of his face in the desert, how could he come out of the tunnel
"Not good!" Jiang Minghao said in surprise. Xiaosha and Xiaohu are still in the tunnel, but he didn't hear any gunshots just now. Jiang Minghao settled down a bit. It seems that his target is only himself, but Jiang Minghao didn't dare to be careless, thinking about the countermeasures in his mind. He must introduce this terrible guy into the forest. Otherwise, when he reacts and threatens him with Xiaoshu and Xiaohu, there is really no way at all. You can use yourself in this way. Why can't the bait beast with comrades-in-arms
Jiang Minghao looked at the dry blood on his body, the only remaining eye was still with a cannibalistic light, and the half-length centipede-shaped scar trembled on half of his face. Then, he quickly changed a magazine, pulled the bolt, and started shooting frantically at the big tree where Jiang Minghao was hiding.
"Da da da······"
The warhead was like a bumblebee that didn't know whether to live or die. It slammed into the trunk desperately, causing the whole tree to tremble, and the scum flying across the tree. His purpose was simple, to break through and interrupt the tree. He even shot a bullet into Jiang Minghao's body.
Jiang Minghao's back was firmly against the tree trunk, feeling the vibration from the bullet hitting the tree trunk. At this time, he was helpless. No matter which direction Jiang Minghao leaped out, the bullet would follow along, and he was far from the one directly in front of him. The tree has a distance of at least three meters. Moving under this distance is enough for a well-prepared and excellent soldier to shoot a bullet into his body.
As long as he can create even two seconds for himself, he has a chance to fight back. At this critical moment, Jiang Minghao's hand touched the steel ball and gunpowder on his waist, his heart moved, and his eyes flashed. bright.
Jiang Minghao poured all the steel balls into the gunpowder barrel and tightened the lid. His perspective eyes went through the trunk, observing the movement frequency of the muzzle, silently counting: one, two, three... ··
At this moment, at the moment when Staff Hu's muzzle was adjusted slightly and the bullets were poured to the right side of the trunk, Jiang Minghao raised his left hand and threw the gunpowder barrel full of steel balls at Staff Hu.
Seeing the round metal utensils flying towards him, Staff Hu was like a stringed machine, and reflexively moved the muzzle of his hand to the gunpowder keg.
But when the bullet hit the gunpowder keg, there was a trace of fear in the only surviving eyes of Staff Hu. His pupils shrank sharply, knowing that he had made a fatal mistake.
"Boom..."
At the moment when the gunpowder barrel exploded, Staff Hu threw the gun in his hand without hesitation, protecting his head tightly with both hands, and a fierce man plunged into the snow, letting the gunpowder burnt red. The steel balls were scattered on his body like a celestial woman, and Mr. Hu still protected his head, crawling motionless on the ground.
Finally, after an explosion, countless steel balls are like hot red soldering irons, densely embedded in the skin of Staff Hu, his body is like an hourglass, and blood is constantly flowing from the holes of the bullet holes. To overflow.
However, these injuries did not seem to cause any fatal damage to Staff Hu, and even his actions were not restricted as a result. She seemed to have no pain at all, as if the whole body except for the tenacious will and combat ability, everything else. It doesn't belong to him at all, because the pain nerves have already been blown away with the half of the head. This is why it can use its hands to dig through the entrance of the collapsed tunnel in the desert, and follow the traces left by Jiang Minghao and the others. , The reason for chasing it step by step.
Seeing that after the explosion, Mr. Hu suddenly raised his head and slowly got up from the snow. He was covered with no skin. The blood fell on the snow drop by drop, staining all the snow under his feet. Red.
Seeing this devil covered in blood, Jiang Minghao was shocked instantly, where is this still a human? But Jiang Minghao reflexively raised the single-shot shotgun in his hand.
"boom······"
The steel ball, with flames, ejected from the barrel of the shotgun and flew toward Staff Hu's head in a dense fan shape, but Staff Hu did not get down this time, but raised his arms to block his head and chest, letting him go. The steel balls were nailed to his body like a swarm of flies, and his legs didn't even tremble.