In the early morning of the second day, before it was dark, Zhu Ping'an woke up from his sleep. Last night, I dreamed that my mother made me a bowl of steaming chicken soup, and I woke up to realize that I was lonely in this desert where people were gone.

Last night's firewood had been extinguished, the north wind was howling, and the wind in the shanty was echoing, which made Zhu Ping'an shiver involuntarily, and hurriedly got dressed and got out of bed, and packed up the bedding.

The only companion killed Matt's dark horse and made a pile of feces overnight, and looked at Zhu Ping'an and Nima with an innocent face of killing Matt Ma, Nima, who looked like a super popular group in Vietnam and sold cute

The first thing in the morning was changed from practicing calligraphy to shoveling excrement, and then boiling water to wash, and then practicing calligraphy for a while.

It was overcast and gray, and there was no sunrise, and it wasn't until after breakfast that visibility gradually increased.

Zhu Ping'an was wearing a thick leather coat, a fur hat, and leather boots, sitting on the back of a black horse that killed Matt, holding a book, and reading while riding. Because there is only this mountain road, and he is not afraid of taking the wrong road, so he is reined in by killing Matt's black horse Xinma, Zhu Ping'an occasionally looks up at the direction, and then continues to read after confirming that the direction is correct.

This place should be the southern remnant of Dabie Mountain, the mountains are undulating, and I haven't seen anyone for a long time.

After walking about a mile of mountain road, Zhu Ping'an suddenly felt his fingers cool when he was reading, and when he looked up, he saw the fluttering snow particles falling.

In a hurry, the little snowflakes became larger, thicker, and denser. Clusters and clusters of snow flew down like countless torn cotton balls tumbling down from the sky.

In an instant, the mountain path was snow-white, and when the black horse of Kill Matt was walking on the mountain road, Zhu Ping'an heard the creaking sound.

Thereupon. Zhu Ping'an put the book in his hand into the schoolbag in his crossbody, holding the reins of the horse in both hands, and asked the dark horse to slow down, preferring to slow down and be steady. Don't rush into an accident either.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and it was all white.

Zhu Ping'an rode a black horse to kill Matt and walked on the mountain road, watching the north wind blowing snowflakes to make various tracks, when turning a corner along the mountain road, Zhu Ping'an saw a gray and dirty long-haired dog standing in the middle of the mountain road.

There's a dog here? It still seems to be an old dog.

Having a dog means having a home.

Zhu Ping'an glanced at it. Suddenly I was a little happy, I had been walking in the wilderness for more than half a day, and I was finally going to see people.

But the good dog doesn't get in the way, how can this old dog stand in the middle of the road, and look directly at the black horse that killed Matt and himself. This dog's eyes are quite bright, amber.

Seeing the old dog blocking the road in front of him, the black horse of Kill Matt paused, and the hooves of the horseshoe nailed to the horseshoe kept knocking on the snow, snorting and humming.

Why don't you leave this goods? Zhu Ping'an pulled the reins of the horse, but he lost his temper when he killed Matt's dark horse, and he refused to move forward. The old dog in front of him was still snorting with a snorting face.

Zhu Ping'an was about to get off the horse to see why the dark horse that killed Matt didn't go, and when he was about to get off the horse, Zhu Ping'an caught a glimpse of the old dog in front of him again.

Well. Although this old dog is a little older, his eyes are still quite bright, gray, with a green back and a yellow belly, and a tail that drags and is fluffy.

Wait a minute

Trailing the tail?

Zhu Ping'an stopped moving. He looked carefully at the old dog in front of him again, and then. In the cold winter season of snow, Zhu Ping'an's forehead was sweating.

The old dog stood in front very calmly. The tail moved, and the amber eyes stared straight at himself and the dark horse that killed Matt.

"Whew"

The old dog's heart was leisurely and adjusted his breath, and he barked in a long voice, how ugly it sounded, and he was panicked.

This Nimana is an old dog, clearly an old wolf.

What to do if you encounter a wolf?

Zhu Ping'an once asked a classmate in Inner Mongolia this question before, and then this classmate said this:

When you encounter a wild wolf alone, don't turn around and run away, humans will never be able to compete with wolves. The correct thing to do is to stay put, make direct contact with the wolf's gaze, stare at it, don't move away, and hold on as long as you can.

Is that okay?

When the classmate heard this, he grinned: Well, it would be more dignified to die this way.

Although the classmate joked a lot, there was still one thing to be desired, that is, don't turn around and run, you can't ride a horse yourself, and you can't outrun the speed of a wolf.

There is another reason not to run away when a wolf encounters, and that is because the wolf may think that the prey is about to run away, or that it is about to attack, and it is going to fight back. When confronting wolves, it is best to retreat slowly, especially in places with more people, generally wolves are afraid of crowds, and they are not completely sure, they will not rashly attack people.

Of course, not at this time, this is a barren mountain and a wild mountain, and there is only one person, and there is nowhere to retreat.

However, although Zhu Ping'an broke out in a cold sweat, he did not panic. While calmly meeting the wolf and looking at each other, he thought about how to deal with it.

Wolves are afraid of fire and can be driven away by fire.

Zhu Ping'an thought of this method, he carried a fire fold with him, and the fire sickle and flint also had a set in the baggage, and he could just take an old piece of clothes and light it with a fire fold to drive the wolf away, if nothing else.

Because of Zhu Ping'an's calm gaze, and the sound of the black horse under him hitting the ground with his hooves, the old wolf on the opposite side was slightly worried, and he did not attack at the first time.

This old wolf was originally the head wolf of the wolf pack in the deep mountains, because of old age and frailty, he was defeated by a young wolf half a year ago, and changed from the head wolf to the old wolf expelled by the wolves, and he has been wandering for half a year, because the old hunting ability is not as good as before, and he is hungry for a full meal, and somehow wanders to the periphery of the mountain, and has been hungry for several days. Now that it's snowing heavily, experience tells it that hunting will be harder for a long time to come.

So, despite his apprehensions, hunger forced the old wolf to not give up, and his amber eyes were looking for the right time to attack.

Zhu Ping'an looked at the old wolf, slowly reached out to the hidden buckle on the saddle, groped for the rope sleeve with one hand, and slowly buttoned the dagger that the eldest brother Zhu Pingchuan gave him for self-defense in his sleeve, holding the dagger in his hand, Zhu Ping'an was even calmer.

With a dagger for self-defense, you can also start the matter of igniting a fire to drive away the old wolf.

In order to gain time, Zhu Ping'an first threw a few pieces of jerky made by his mother Chen, who was originally placed on his waist to be used as a snack, to the old wolf.

When Zhu Ping'an was lost, the old wolf lowered his whole body, erected his back hair, pulled his lips and ears to the sides, exposed his front teeth, and arched his back and roared a few times.

When the jerky was thrown over, the old wolf arched his back and took a few steps back, dodging the jerky and retracting his tail.

When he saw Zhu Ping'an's jerky, the old wolf sniffed his nose vigilantly, and a pair of amber wolf eyes stared at Zhu Ping'an, while crawling and taking a piece of jerky into his mouth, chewing it and swallowing it in one bite.

Then, the old wolf stared at Zhu Ping'an while eating a piece of jerky.

Sure enough, it was a white-eyed wolf, eating, and staring at himself, with no intention of giving up hunting at all, Zhu Ping'an held the dagger, held the fire fold, and looked at the old wolf's belly and scolded. (To be continued)