Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Ru Mao Drinks Blood

Rod Volker was crouching on a branch at this moment.He hadn't moved for about two hours, maybe longer.In a clearing near him a small herd of horned deer-like animals was grazing.Rhodes was so hungry that if any one came close enough to him, he would catch one to satisfy his hunger. He was also very thirsty and hadn't drank all day.In addition, he still had a little fever, perhaps caused by the three long scratches on his left arm that hadn't fully healed, but Rhodes couldn't care about the fever and the wound at all—he was still alive, and he wanted to live. A deer approached him, and Rhodes got ready.But the fawn looked up at the branch, then turned and ran away.It didn't seem to see Rhodes, maybe its mother taught it to beware of the branches growing on it, or maybe after hundreds of thousands of years of evolution, the vigilance necessary for survival has been imprinted in its genes .

Rhodes breathed a sigh of relief, and lay down quietly again.There must be one who is careless, and then he will have something to eat.It's been several days, and he doesn't think about anything but food... These days he just thinks about how to get food without getting hurt, how to hide himself well while still drinking water, and How to wake up without finding yourself in the belly of another animal. The scratch on his arm shows how expensive it was.That time, he was too far away from the big tree, and stayed too long, and the attack came so suddenly that he didn't even have time to draw out his dagger, so he could only keep dodging among the trees.At last he jumped up a tree, and even he could not believe that the leap saved his life, only to be scratched on the arm and left with three wounds.He thinks that the guy who scratched him should be an animal he encountered when he first arrived here, which is largely like a lion on earth.He had learned a little about the animal, but did not yet know what to do with him.

He has become very thin from hunger, and he doesn't know how long he has been here.The recall time for the Survival Exam, he thought, might have passed—it must have passed.He has been curled up in a tree waiting for his wound to heal, and he has no idea how long it has been.Anyway, it had been a long time since he went down the tree last time, and that time he was so hungry and thirsty that he couldn't stand it.He thought the recall signal might have been sent at some point in his total unconsciousness, but now he didn't care much about it, didn't even want to think about it, he was no longer interested in the survival test, he just Think about how to survive.

Although his body has become weaker, he feels much better than when he first came. He has more experience and is more alert. Things that were scary before are not afraid now. Many things that he thought were very scary seem to be It wasn't necessarily so powerful, the creature called "Stabble" that had made him terrified him no longer frightened him.He had seen one already in the daytime, when it was making strange noises.Its size is not much bigger than a palm, it looks like a horned lizard, but it has the living habits of a tree frog.Its characteristic is that it has a loud voice. When it makes a sound, it can bulge an air sac three times larger than its own body on its neck, and then it can make that strange and scary grunting sound.

That's all it can do. "Stab" was a funny name, Rhode thought, and it wasn't quite the right name, but he called them "Stab" anyway. He also found a vine in the forest that looked like a morning glory vine, but the leaves had a very pungent smell, worse than ammonia.There is also a kind of vine with a fruit like a large grape. The fruit tastes good and the color is beautiful, but it is a strong laxative. Rhodes only knew this after paying a huge price. From the marks on the branches and the carcasses of prey killed by other animals, he judged that there might be some carnivores in the vicinity, although so far he had not seen them with his own eyes.As far as he knew, no arboreal carnivore was big enough to fight a man, but he wasn't sure yet, and he still had to be alert when he slept.

The behavior of these herds made him suspicious that there might be many carnivorous animals waiting to prey like him at this time, although he was lucky that he had not encountered any of them.The deer have been only wandering around in this open area, rarely approaching the woods, and none of them have noticed Rhodes' hiding place. Wait, that's great...one is coming.Rhodes had his hand on the handle of Miss Macbeth's knife, ready to jump out and grab the cute little creature as it passed beneath him.But when it was five meters away, it stopped hesitantly, as if it felt a little far away from its kind, and it was about to turn around and go back.

Rhodes flew and jumped out. He heard the deer whine as the dagger sank into its flesh.His dagger sank deep into the deer's shoulder blade.At the same time, he also fell to the ground, and the hunt was not finished yet. The deer threw its head up very high, then turned suddenly and fled.Rhodes jumped up, but still didn't catch it.When he stood up again, there was nothing in the open space.He was so annoyed that he had vowed never to throw the dagger without the possibility of taking it back, but now the dagger was gone.But he didn't let the annoyance stay for too long, he decided to solve the problem.

Rhodes had learned the first rule in hunting sports, he must find the injured animal as soon as possible and kill it as soon as possible, instead of letting it die slowly and painfully.But here, hunting was not a sport, he was following the deer just to eat it.What is more critical now is that in order to survive, he must get his dagger back. The deer did not bleed immediately, and its footprints were mixed with those of other deer.Rhodes searched back and forth in this open area three times, and finally found the first drop of blood. It was much easier to trace along the blood, but now the deer herd had run far away, and the speed of the deer was faster than his speed. much.The deer finally stopped on a new grass field half a kilometer away, and his prey should be among the deer.Rhodes stopped quietly, observing them carefully.He did not find his prey among the deer.

But everything showed that the prey was still in the deer herd, and he found it just looking for the blood.Now that the deer have gathered together again, it's really a bit difficult to pick it out.Just as he was looking for the deer carefully in the deer herd according to the blood, he suddenly found that the blood was not only in the deer, but dripped all the way to the bushes.This is simpler, but also more difficult.The simple thing is that he doesn't have to choose among so many similar animals; the difficult thing is that getting through the bushes is itself a difficult and more dangerous business.He didn't forget that although he himself was the hunter here, he was also the hunted object at the same time.Plus, it's much harder to find deer blood in bushes than in grass.But he also knew that only weak animals would leave the herd to try to hide.He thought that after a while, he should be able to find the prey that might have fallen.

However, the animal didn't fall down. It seemed to be full of desire to survive just like Rhodes.His pursuit was fruitless, and at the same time he was beginning to grow anxious that if he could not finish the deer before dark, he would be in big trouble.He had to get the dagger back. At this time, two traces suddenly appeared. Something seemed to have stood beside the small hoofprint of the artiodactyl, its trail pressed on top of a drop of blood.He shook his head, and the "jungle radar" in his subconscious turned on full power again. Rhodes quietly searched forward, and he found some new traces... traces of someone walking by!

A person's footprints - in such a wild environment, human footprints did not make Rhodes feel relaxed, but made him more alert.Twenty minutes later he found them—the deer and the man.The deer had fallen, died, or was probably finally settled by this second hunter.As for this person, Rhode judged that it should be a man. He seemed to be younger than himself and smaller in stature. He was kneeling on one knee next to the deer and ripping open the deer's belly.Rhode retreated into the bushes.He looked at it for a while and thought about it again. This hunter seems to be completely focused on his hunting at the moment... There is a branch sticking out from above him... A few minutes later, Rhodes appeared on the branch. He didn't have a dagger in his hand, but he had a long pointed wooden stick in his mouth.He looked down, the opponent was directly below him, and he held the wooden stick in his right hand, waiting for the opportunity. The hunter below put his dagger aside and was bending over to turn over the carcass of the deer.Rhodes jumped down. He touched the body armor on his opponent, which had been covered by the T-shirt just now.In the blink of an eye, Rhodes firmly pressed the sharp wooden stick in his hand against the artery in the opponent's neck, "Don't move, or you'll be welcome!" The body that was pressed below stopped resisting all of a sudden. "Very good." Rhodes said with satisfaction: "Surrender?" no answer.The wooden stick in Rhodes' hand pushed forward again, "I'm not joking!" He said fiercely: "Give you another chance, surrender? Surrender, you have something to eat, if you want to cause trouble, tell you to do it again." There is no way to eat. Say it!" After a moment of hesitation, a hoarse voice said, "Surrender." Rhodes reached out and picked up the dagger that was still cutting the prey just now, and the wooden thorn in his hand was still against the captive's neck.He took a look and saw that it was his "Miss Macbeth".He put the dagger back into the scabbard, and then roughly searched the body of the opponent who was still under him. Rhodes found what he was looking for, which was also a dagger.He drew the dagger out and held it in his hand.Then he threw away the wooden spur and stood up, "You can get up now." The young man got up and said to him coldly, "Give me back my dagger." "Wait...that depends on whether you are a good boy or not." "I said I surrendered." "You did. Turn around and I'll see if you've got a gun on you." "I've lost—I've got nothing but the dagger, give it back." "Where is it lost?" The guy didn't answer. "Okay, turn around." Rhode held the other party with the captured dagger.The opponent turned around, carefully checked every possible hiding place, and determined that the young man was only wearing a body armor under his coat, and there was nothing else.At this time, Rhodes was only wearing short clothes that had been scraped to pieces, and his body was also scratched everywhere. "Don't you think it's kind of hot in the woods in this weather?" he joked. "Okay, you can turn around now and don't get too close." The young man turned around, still with an indifferent expression. "What's your name, buddy?" "Well, Jack." "Jack what? My name is Rod Walker." "Jack Dotter." "Which school are you from, Jack?" "Pence de Lyon College." "I'm from Parker Henry High." "Mason's class?" "It's his class." "I've heard of him." There was a little expression on Jack's face. "Who hasn't heard of it? Well, stop talking nonsense, there's nothing more to say. Eat! You pay attention to that direction, and I'll stare at your back." "Give me back that knife, I have to eat with it." "Don't worry! I'll help you cut the big pieces into slices and serve them at home." Rhodes continued what Jack had done just now. He turned the dead deer over, cut off two large pieces of lean meat from the deer's right front leg, handed a piece to Jack, and then squatted down and began to bite his own piece. , while also vigilantly paying attention to the surrounding situation. "Keep your eyes open!" he said. "certainly." Rhode's mouth was stuffed with rubbery raw meat, and he chewed hard. "Jack, why would they let you take a test like this? You're not old enough." "I'm no younger than you, I bet." "I do not believe." "Well... Anyway, I am qualified enough." "Does not look like." "But am I not here? And I'm still alive." Rhodes sneered: "You are finished, I ended it." He felt that his stomach was almost full, so he stood up.Then he cut off the deer's head and dug out the deer's brain, "Would you like a spoonful?" "OK." Rhodes dug a piece and handed it to Jack. Jack took it, hesitated for a while, and suddenly said, "Want to add some salt?" "Salt? Do you still have salt?" Jack looked a little regretful for saying that. "A little bit, add some!" Rhodes handed over the deer head, "Sprinkle it on top, what else do you have to share?" Jack took out a small bag from the gap between the bulletproof vest and the outer shirt, sprinkled a little on Rhode's part, shrugged and said casually, "Why didn't you bring some salt?" "Me?" Rhodes responded, but his eyes were fixed on the object that made him drool, "Oh, of course, I brought it! It's just... I, I encountered a little accident." Being attacked doesn't mean anything. Jack put the packet away again.They stopped talking, each paying attention to the surrounding environment.After a while, Rhodes said softly: "There are jackals behind, Jack." "Anything else?" "No. But now we have to collect the meat and get out of here. We've got attention. How much can you take?" "Well, add a piece of deer liver to a thigh? It won't be able to carry any more." "That's right, you can't eat much before it rots." Rhodes began to decompose the venison. He cut a strip of deerskin from the deer's stomach, tied his part with the deerskin, and hung it around his neck superior. "Well, that's enough. Dude, here's your dagger, thanks for the salt." "okay." "The taste is really good. Well, pay more attention!" "You too, good luck!" Before Rhodes moved, he said with a little embarrassment: "Hey, Jack, do you want to team up with me?" As soon as he said the words, he regretted a little, and he still remembered how he embarrassed Jack. Jack bit his lip, "Well... I don't know." Rhodes felt a little embarrassed. "What's the matter, are you afraid of me?" Didn't he see that Rhodes was showing kindness? "Oh no! I think you're fine." Rhodes was a little upset, "You think I want to share your salt, don't you?" "Huh? Not at all. You see, I'll give you some now." "I don't want it, I just want to..." Rhode stopped.One of the things he's been thinking about is that they must all have missed the recall time, it's a long game! "I didn't mean that, Rhodes, you are right, we should fight together." "Don't force yourself, I can handle it myself." "Of course, you can, but wouldn't it be better for the two of you to be together?" "Well... let's shake hands!" They reached an agreement, and Rhodes seemed to be the leader.It wasn't much discussed, as if they all took it for granted. "You go ahead, and I will cover behind." Rhodes said. "Okay, where are we going?" "Higher ground down the creek. Lots of trees over there that grow much better than this side and are better for overnighting. I think we can make it there and settle before dark--but hurry up and don't It made a sound." Jack hesitated. "Well, have you been spending the night in trees?" Rhodes moved his lips, "Do you want to spend the night on the ground? How did you survive for such a long time?" "Spent a few days in the trees." Jack replied in a low voice, "But now there's a better place, maybe?" "Oh? What kind?" "A cave." Rhodes thought for a while.The cave could be a death trap.But he still wanted to go and see what was going on there. "I don't mind going to see it, if it's not too far away." "Not far."