If nature is the ruler of everything, in front of him, the tiny human being is completely an ant that can be ravaged and played by him at will, but human beings have the same creatures, even all the dominant nature cannot overcome. Things we call beliefs.
Jiang Minghao relied on this soldier’s unique belief and took difficult steps one foot at a time. Although he never admitted that he was a qualified soldier, the belief and will of the soldier had already been deeply engraved. In his bones, for the sake of his grandfather, for the sake of his death abroad, his parents who could not even return his body, and the brother on his back, he was holding on, he was holding on.
As he walked forward step by step, Jiang Minghao even forgot how long he had been walking. Finally, his half-squinted eyes were like a crack in the window sill, and a strong and dazzling light suddenly shone in. It pierced his eye sockets, and it pierced his eyes with tears. Perhaps it was too much expectation for the long-lost sunshine. He opened his eyes desperately, tried to adapt to the strong light, and excitedly shouted at the chic on his back:
"Chase, wake up, we are out, chic, wake up soon."
Jiang Minghao shouted hoarsely, but his voice was as low as a ghost from hell. As he walked out step by step, he opened his mouth and breathed the thin air hard. The cold, knife-like air had already disappeared. His vocal cords were frostbited, and every inch of his body, alder fruit, and exposed skin was covered with a thin layer of ice crystals. The capillaries on his body had already been frozen. The blood wanted to break out of the skin, but was covered by the outside. The ice is blocked on the surface of the cortex, like a dense red rash. Once the temperature of his body rises, the blood will spew out as the capillaries burst.
At this time, the chisao on his back had already fallen asleep deeply, and his breathing had been so weak that he almost disappeared. After the continuous running and fighting, their bodies had reached their limit, and they were still wounded. Jiang Minghao worked hard to speed up his steps and walked out of the narrow corridor as soon as possible. He could only pray that there was a ray of sunshine outside the corridor, and even a trace of sunshine would give them enough warmth.
"Aw..."
Just when Jiang Minghao was grateful that he was about to walk out of the tunnel, a tiger roar came from the sky, shaking the entire forest, as if this roar was declaring his supreme king status.
But Jiang Minghao went forward without hesitation, because compared to survival, the fear of the beast was minimal, but when he was about to walk out of the tunnel, the scene in front of him instantly stunned him.
Less than five meters away from the exit, a pile of dry weeds was piled up there, like a warm bed deliberately laid out, and on this warm bed, there were two white tigers lying arrogantly. , Like two carefree children, lying in the middle of the hay, drooling at the corners of their mouths, falling asleep, watching people love and affection, Jiang Minghao wanted to show a smile on the corners of his mouth, but he was frozen. The muscles can't show any expression at all.
"Aw..."
There was another tiger roar that shook the sky. Jiang Minghao's scalp was numb. Looking at the two cute tigers in front of him, Jiang Minghao secretly said that this is the habitat of tigers, and they actually broke into it. Tiger lair, isn't Jiang Minghao afraid of tigers. No matter how ferocious a tiger is, will there be a pack of wolves vicious? Jiang Minghao still tortured the pack of wolves and killed the wolf king, but his body in front of him was dying and chic. Jiang Minghao had no conditions and time to go with a child who wanted to protect himself, and even dared to give up his life. Desperately.
He lifted his feet gently, and kept the sound under his feet as low as possible, so as not to wake the two sleeping tigers, but he was about to walk out of the cave. Jiang Minghao instantly felt a threat of death, like being sniped. The hands were locked in general, making him tremble all over, looking intently, just in the white snow, a pair of copper bell-like eyes stared at him firmly, the anger exuded in his eyes, like two muskets , Jiang Minghao must be burned.
I saw in this snowy area, a half-person tall, nearly two-meter-long white tiger lying prone in the snow, the whole body of snow-white hair and the white snow melted into the same color, if it weren't for the deep blue eyes like the sea and its mouth. Jiang Minghao couldn't immediately discover the existence of the dead hare.
"Oops, this white tiger went out looking for food and came back to meet me, thinking I had stolen his tiger cub."
Jiang Minghao muttered, and slowly put aside the chic on his back, his eyes were like two sharp blades, staring at the white tiger, watching his every move.
"Damn, it would be nice if I could speak animal language," Jiang Minghao muttered, and then yelled at Bai Hu in a hoarse voice: "Brother Bai Hu, no, it's Lady Bai Hu, we are passing by, passing by, don't get me wrong. !"
Jiang Minghao was not sure of his explanation. Whether the white tiger could understand it or not, so his right hand was less than five centimeters away from the Falcon Wing Saber on Xiao Shao's waist. If the white tiger made any movements, he would pull it out without hesitation. Raise the saber and step forward to fight the white tiger.
"Aw..."
There was another tiger roar, with anger and majesty, and roared towards Jiang Minghao. Jiang Minghao’s ears were humming loudly. This white tiger has extraordinary spirituality. He clearly sees every movement of Jiang Minghao. In his eyes, including the right hand that is about to hold the saber, it has already threatened him. If it is other lower animals, their survival instinct may make them turn around and flee for their lives, but the white tiger in front of him has given birth to spirituality, especially seeing These two people came out of their caves, even for their own children, they would come up desperately.
"Huhu······"
The white tiger was panting desperately. It shook its head and threw the prey in its mouth aside. It threw its right paw on the spot, sweeping the snow and ice on the ground and flying around, as if it was creating momentum for itself.
"Damn, do you want to force me?"
Jiang Minghao reluctantly drew out the Falcon Wing Sabre around his handsome waist, but his right hand had already been frozen so unconsciously that he couldn't feel the Falcon Wing's hilt at all. In this case, he couldn't even hold the knife. Live, how to fight? So Jiang Minghao did not hesitate to remove the cloth strip that was entangled with the wound of his left hand, and tightly entangled the hilt of the knife with his right hand.
"Baihu Baihu, we really misunderstood, can we not fight?" To be honest, with such a physical condition, such an environment, and such an enemy, Jiang Minghao has no chance of winning at all, so he begged, but the saber in his hand was dead. While pinching, the dark and dull blade is like a life-threatening sickle in the hands of the god of death, and the murderous aura it exudes is even colder than this ice world.
"Aw..."
Bai Hu responded to Jiang Minghao's plea with a long roar. In his eyes, what does it mean to beg for mercy with a knife? Bai Hu sniffed his nose, and could clearly smell the stench of blood from the blade of the falcon's wing, which made him even more anxious and worried about his child's life.
"call······"
It was the sound of the white tiger's body rubbing against the air. This eager tiger finally moved. With a kick of its limbs, it stepped directly out of the four deep pits in the snow. The whole body of the tiger was like a speeding snowball. , Slammed straight down towards Jiang Minghao, the claws that were as sharp as hooks, like a galloping cannonball, waved towards Jiang Minghao’s head. The white tiger flying in mid-air hadn’t arrived before Jiang Minghao. Feeling the beastly coercion emanating from its body, it was like a mountain range pressing on Jiang Minghao's shoulders, so that he didn't even have the strength to move and dodge.
"clang······"
The tiger's claw is like an iron hook, which is directly grasped on the falcon-wing saber in Jiang Minghao's right hand. The moment the claw and the blade touched, Jiang Minghao's right hand trembled, and the tiger's mouth was directly shattered. Entangled with his hands, the Hayabusa had already flew by now.
Bai Hu's slamming force directly pressed Jiang Minghao under his body, and forced Jiang Minghao to slide directly from the entrance of the cave into the cave, dragging a slip mark of nearly three meters on the ground. Jiang Minghao could only use his left hand to hold the white tiger's neck firmly, and hold his mouth full of sharp teeth and blood from the prey, so as not to bite his own head.
One person and one tiger wrestling on the ground, like two fighters fighting life and death in a arena.
"boom······"
At this moment, Jiang Minghao suddenly bowed his foot, kicked the white tiger's belly, and kicked it out. The white tiger's body was like a feather that was blown away, tracing a perfect arc. The line flew not far away, and at the moment when it was about to land, it turned the tiger's body forward and landed steadily.
The moment the white tiger was kicked, Jiang Minghao immediately turned over and got up. His already dull right hand was holding the Falcon Wing Saber tightly, and the penetration wound in his left hand was bleeding again at this time. Jiang Minghao also ignored his wounds, bowed slightly, put his saber across his chest, in a defensive posture, ready to welcome the white tiger's attack again.
"Aw..."
This time, Jiang Minghao listened to the roar of the white tiger, as if he could not feel the slightest anger or anxiety. The tiger's nose, which was steaming like a steam engine, was no longer anxiously squirting heat, and was kicked by Jiang Minghao. After a kick, Bai Hu seemed to calm down, Jiang Minghao looked puzzled, and then muttered triumphantly:
"Why, isn't that scary? You're too embarrassed to be a tiger?" But as soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Minghao's Yu Guang glanced at Chiao who was lying on the side, and found that the two sleeping tigers were snuggling against Chiao. Rubbing around on his body, one of the breast tigers actually took out the slice of roasted half-cooked snake meat from his handsome arms, and gnawed it with his deciduous teeth. The warm white hair on their bodies was like a belt. Under the heat of the blanket, the man who had been so cold and savage, turned out to show a warm smile.
Jiang Minghao realized it at this time. It turned out that Tiger mother saw that her child was safe and sound, so she eliminated the hostility towards them. Watching Xiaoshan and the two little breasted tigers cuddling together like relatives, Jiang Minghao's face was stiff. A smile was also revealed. The fight with Baihu just now made his body warmer. He untied the cloth strap tied to his right hand and threw the Hayabusa Sabre aside to signal his friendliness.
"Aw..."
Bai Hu roared again, held up the hare he had called, and threw it to Jiang Minghao to signal a truce and reconciliation. Seeing Bai Hu's cute appearance, Jiang Minghao scratched his head, but he didn't know what to do. Who says war is inevitable? All this is enough to prove that any species can survive in a friendly and peaceful manner, let alone human beings.