Because it was cloudy and windy and snowy, it was almost completely dark before 6 p.m. It would be dangerous to walk on a gravel mountain road like this in the dark, but fortunately we have reached our destination today.

There is a small wooden house with a fence in front of the woods on the hillside. According to the marks on the map, it should be the Kazakh pasture mentioned in the Crimea. Before the outbreak of the zombie disease, the alpine meadows below 3,000 meters above sea level in the Chat Valley were also good winter pastures.

, nearby Kirgiz and Kazakh herdsmen often come here to spend the winter.

This small house was built by a Kazakh herdsman family. If a herdsman drives his livestock through here and the weather is bad, not only can people go in and rest, but the fence outside the door can also provide temporary safety for the livestock.

Of course, by this time the owner of the house had already turned into a zombie, and was killed by Kerim himself. The bodies of the couple were buried on the hillside behind the house, and two piles of stones were piled as grave bags.

Before Hong Tao entered the house, he deliberately went to the back. The pile of stones was still there, which meant that he had made the right move. To express his gratitude, Hong Tao also picked up a few stones and piled them on top.

This custom is more common in snowy areas and is called Manidui. The Mongolian people also have it, called Aobao, which is used to fear the gods and pray for blessings and ward off evil spirits. The Kirgiz and Kazakh people also have it, but they are used as road signs.

Even herdsmen may get lost when grazing in barren mountains all year round, so they use piles of stones as road signs. Placing stones on graves is not only not considered sacrilege, but also a form of respect. It probably means that even after you die,

He is a useful person who can also guide everyone, which is a kind of respect and proper pragmatism.

"Have you been here?" Seeing Hong Tao's actions, Zhumabai's big eyes became more alert.

"I haven't been here before. They are also herdsmen, Kazakh herdsmen. This house belongs to them. We are just renting it to say hello to the owner. You go inside first and I will go find some firewood. It will be hard to stay up tonight..."

Hong Tao did not make up lies or tell the truth about Zhuma Bayi's question. If he were to perform this kind of task alone, the hair on his body would stand up. What he is more worried about is the weather. The special microclimate of the four seasons in a mountain is on display today.

It's so vivid.

Although there were snowflakes when I was soaking in the hot spring at the foot of the mountain, the temperature was not low. As soon as I reached the mountainside, there was heavy snow accompanied by strong winds. If the snow doesn't stop tomorrow, there will be a snowstorm if we climb another 1000 meters.

It would be terrible if that happened.

"Bang bang...bang..." Hong Tao had just found a fallen dead tree in the woods dozens of meters away. He was using an ice pick to hit the hunting knife to cut some branches from it. Suddenly, he was startled by the crisp sound of gunfire and fell on his head.

on the ground.

"Fuck..." Soon he got up again, took off the rifle from his back, and while running towards the cabin, he pulled out the magazine and banged it hard twice before putting it back in, and then loaded it.

The source of the gunfire was the hut, but Hong Tao knew in his heart that the rifles carried by Fang Wenlin and Zhumabai were full-shaped blank ammunition. Those weapons were only lethal at close range and were not a threat to him.

"Ouch...bang..." In addition to Fang Wenlin and Zhuma Bayi, there was a tall figure at the door of the hut.

But it was not a human, but a brown bear that stood upright and was more than two meters tall. It was howling and pounced on Zhumabayi. Fang Wenlin had fallen to the ground and was shooting at the bear with a rifle.

"Run...run...run around the fence...taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." Seeing Zhumabayi taking the rifle from his back while retreating, Hong Tao knelt on one leg at the side of the house and took aim.

After a moment, he raised the muzzle of the gun two inches and fired a long burst, then shouted at the top of his lungs. His poor shooting skills really delayed things. The total distance was only seventy or eighty meters, but there was no guarantee that he would hit the brown bear without accidentally injuring Zhu.

Mabai.

"Aww... when the brown bear heard the gunfire, not only did he not be afraid to run away, but it became even more ferocious. He slapped Zhumabayi away and howled in the direction of the flood. Those fences as thick as bowls were placed along the way.

There were straws in front of it, which were smashed to pieces.

"Ta-ta-ta...ta-ta-ta..." Hong Tao was not in a hurry now. He raised his head and took a deep breath before leveling the rifle again. Two seconds later, the fire flashed and he fired two short bursts in succession.

"Ouch..." The brown bear responded, and the huge inertia caused it to slide seven or eight meters on the snow before it stopped. Then it stood up again, opening its bloody mouth and roaring.

"Ta...ta...ta..." What greeted it was still bullets. After all, it was a body of flesh and blood. The brown bear, which had been hit continuously, fell to the ground again. This time, it was lying on its side and did not get up again.

"Dang...dang..." Hong Tao still refused to give in. He stood up and ran forward for more than 20 meters. He took out his pistol and shot the brown bear in the head twice. After making sure that there was no movement, he turned around and ran towards the hut.

Blood and snow, red blood and white snow mixed together at the door of the hut. Fang Wenlin was seriously injured. When he opened the door, he came face to face with the brown bear. The sharp bear scratched his collarbone hard. Not only the bones

It was broken, the skin was torn, and a major blood vessel was injured, causing the blood to flow endlessly.

"Sorry, there are blank bullets in the gun..." Hong Tao took out the first aid kit, applied the styptic powder and hemostatic gauze, and then dragged the person into the house. Excessive blood loss and hypothermia will soon kill someone.

"...I don't blame you...I had bullets and I couldn't make it in time...hehehe...I've thought about more than a dozen ways to die these days, but I didn't expect to be bitten to death by an animal...You have saved me several times, don't blame me."

You...Zuma...Zuma..." The blood loss has stopped for the time being, but Fang Wenlin's face is very pale, his breathing is messy, he can't speak completely, and the situation is not good.

"Hold it and don't move..." Hong Tao opened another first aid kit, used double portions of styptic powder and hemostatic gauze, and asked Fang Wenlin to hold it down before rushing out of the house.

"Don't move...how do you feel?" At the fence outside the door of the hut, Zhumabayi was wrapping his right calf with a scarf.

"The bones should be fine... give me a hand..." Her condition was much better than that of Fang Wenlin. There was a tear in the pants on her calf, but there was no obvious blood stain.

"Teacher Fang...Teacher Fang..." Hong Tao helped her into the hut and put her on a chair. He closed the door and turned around to shake Fang Wenlin, whose head was already drooping.

Fang Wenlin was already on the verge of semi-consciousness, and both hemostatic gauze were soaked with blood. It seemed that just pressing the wound could not stop the bleeding. Unless surgery was performed immediately, death would only be a matter of time.

"I... can't leave... take Camilla with you... bury me behind... and put a few stones..." The old man often said that he knew when a person was about to die, and Fang Wenlin seemed to know it too. A word of nostalgia

He didn't even mention anything about it, all he talked about was what happened behind his back.

"Don't worry..." Hong Tao gritted his teeth, pulled out the dagger from his thigh, and thrust it into Fang Wenlin's left rib. Instead of watching him slowly die of blood loss and shock without being able to save him, it would be better to have a quickie.

"What...what are you doing!" Zhumabayi did not hear Fang Wenlin's words. When he saw Hong Tao's actions, he was shocked and reached out to touch the gun.

"Don't move. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it in the border station hut. I was not asleep at all when someone secretly used the walkie-talkie in the middle of the night. There are no real bullets in your gun. I want to apologize for this. If there is any real

Bullets can't save Teacher Fang, at least you won't be hurt again."

"Come on, no matter who we both work for, let me see the wound first. You can't walk out of a place like this with your injured leg. If you don't freeze to death and starve to death, you'll have to be eaten by wild beasts."

Originally, Hong Tao wanted to remember this teacher who was really kind-hearted for a few minutes, but seeing Zhumabayi's actions, he had to continue to play the bad guy and took out his pistol to stop the situation from deteriorating.

"...Who are you!" The window paper was suddenly pierced, causing Zhumabai's brain to shut down. A lot of emotions such as shock, frustration, fear, etc. made her temporarily forget about the pain and forget to hide her identity.

I just want to find out who this mysterious man is.

"Don't worry, I'm neither a member of the Redeemers nor a member of the Resistance Army... Oh, yes, nor a member of the East Asia Alliance. I have nothing to do with them. I'm just an amateur herdsman who likes to meddle in other people's affairs."
Chapter completed!