Chapter 32: Blood-soaked battle in the death ditch! A fortune of a thousand catties in hand!

Zhao Tiezhu broke out in a drenching cold sweat, his adrenaline spiking to the extreme!

But his hands didn't stop moving at all.

As he rolled to his feet, he casually picked up the hunting fork he had just stuck in the ground.

With all his strength, he viciously stabbed at the relatively soft, unprotected belly of the male wild boar that had lurched forward too hard and momentarily stalled.

"Puchi——!"

This time, the fork's tines plunged deep into the male wild boar's abdominal cavity!

At least half of it went in!

"Whoa——!!!"

As he pulled out the fork, the male wild boar let out a howl more shrill and agonizing than any before!

Its huge body twisted and jumped wildly from the unbearable pain!

Blood and chunks of viscera streamed from the wound, dragging and staining the snow red.

Its tremendous strength instead lodged its tusks in a narrow ditch, leaving it unable to advance or retreat!

The wounded boar king, the leader, was stuck and unable to move.

Another boar had its skull smashed open by Tiezhu, revealing the handcrafted flower.

The remaining three male pigs and one severely injured female pig panicked completely!

Having lost their leader's command and witnessing their companions' grisly state, they collapsed entirely.

They began to dart about the ditch like headless flies, some even starting to tear at each other in terror.

Just then, the sharp wooden stakes Zhao Tiezhu had previously planted on the slopes finally exerted their vicious effect!

Two boars, panicking and fleeing into the ditch, were shoved by companions or tried to climb the seemingly escapable steep slope amidst extreme chaos and fear.

The result was that their lower jaws and sides slammed directly into the hidden, glinting tips of those wooden stakes!

"Pu!"

"Puchi!"

"Whoa——!"

A series of scalp‑tingling flesh‑piercing sounds and shrill cries rang out one after another!

The sharp, hard wooden stakes, combined with the boars' great weight and momentum, easily pierced their thick hides!

Each boar was run straight through the chest‑abdomen and skull.

The tremendous impact even pinned them fast to the slope!

Blood flowed down like a stream, the scene bloody and cruel to the extreme!

These two boars, pierced by the deadly stakes, were clearly not going to survive.

"Great chance!"

Lu Qingshan's eyes flashed with a fierce gleam, and he again calmly gave the order.

"Tiezhu! Monkey! Don't stop! First finish off that male completely, then clean up the rest!"

He himself, like a leopard in the night, continually prowled the edge of the narrow ditch, using the keen perception of Mountain Wild Heart.

He precisely dodged the sporadic collisions and thrashings of the dying boars.

The slingshot in his hand was like the grim reaper's roll call.

Cold steel beads kept shooting out, specifically targeting the eyes, nose, and abdominal wound of the boar stuck there, still struggling in vain.

Each hit brought new pain, hastening its death!

Zhao Tiezhu also steadied his stance, wiping a handful of blood and sweat from his face.

He again raised the heavy staff, aiming at the boar king's head, which could no longer move and only let out weak grunts.

One blow, then another, he struck with all his might!

Each strike carried a heavy, whooshing sound, massive and forceful!

The "crack" of shattering bones was clearly audible!

Liu Fugui up in the tree exerted every ounce of his strength!

He knew this was no time to be afraid.

The stones in the slingshot fell like costly‑free hail, relentlessly inflicting extra pain on the male boar and interfering with its final struggle!

"Whoa……huh……huh……"

Even the ferocious, unstoppable black‑haired boar king, under the trio's coordinated assault, the trap's heavy damage, and relentless blows, finally exhausted its last shred of strength.

Its roar became hoarse and weak, like a broken bellows.

Its struggles grew ever smaller.

Finally, its massive body shuddered and crashed to the ground.

Its limbs twitched a few times, then fell completely silent.

Those small eyes, once blazing with ferocity, now lost all luster, turning dull and dark.

With the leader dead, the remaining boars utterly lost the will to resist!

They let out desperate, terrified shrieks.

The severely injured female pig tried to turn and run back, but was met head‑on by Lu Qingshan, who had already blocked the ditch entrance.

A vicious cleaver strike to the back of the neck knocked it flat on the spot.

Then he stepped on its back, pulled out the blade, and finished it with a clean, swift cut.

The other two boars pinned by the stakes also gradually stopped their wailing.

The last one, a lame little male boar trembling with fear and collapsed on the ground, had eyes full of terror.

Lu Qingshan showed no expression, felt no pity, and stepped forward.

Used the hatchet quickly and precisely to cut their throats.

Mercy toward the enemy is cruelty toward oneself, especially in this harsh deep mountain forest.

The fierce battle, from the Wild Boar herd charging into the trap to the last Wild Boar falling, actually lasted only about a quarter of an hour in total.

Yet that quarter‑hour was terrifyingly thrilling to the extreme!

Every second was filled with life‑or‑death tension and bloody combat!

When the last Wild Boar's convulsions ceased, the narrow ravine finally returned to a death‑like silence.

Only the heavy, nauseating scent of blood remained, mixed with the Wild Boar's sour stink, the foul odor of gut‑ripping excrement, and the smell of earth, spreading through the cold air.

And the three men's heavy, bellows‑like panting.

The once‑pure white snow had already been stained a glaring scarlet!

Six Wild Boar corpses of varying sizes lay scattered in the ravine.

Some were entwined by vines, some pierced by wooden stakes, some with heads blown open, some with abdomens bleeding…

The scene was shocking to the eyes, unbearably bloody.

"Huff… huff… huff…"

Zhao Tiezhu, like a Shura war god, was drenched in blood, leaning on a Hunting Fork slick with blood and brain matter, his chest heaving violently as he gulped coarse breaths.

Sweat had already soaked his tattered cotton coat, mixing with blood to cling to his body.

He, however, opened his mouth wide, his face showing post‑disaster exhilaration and incredulous rapture.

Liu Fugui, perched in the tree, finally could not hold on and with a "thud" collapsed onto the sturdy branch.

His face turned deathly pale, and the hand gripping the slingshot still trembled slightly.

The earlier danger and bloodshed had nearly drained all his strength and courage.

He lowered his head to gaze at the scene below, like a battlefield of demons, feeling his stomach churn as if a river were overturning, nearly vomiting.

Lu Qingshan stood in the center of the ravine, clutching the hatchet with hands trembling and tingling, surveying the battlefield's "spoils," his chest also beating wildly.

The earlier baiting of the lead boar, dodging collisions, and precise shooting had also consumed his great mental and physical energy.

He took a deep breath of the icy, bloody air, trying to calm his racing heart and boiling blood.

Looking at the Wild Boar corpses covering the ground, feeling the Mountain Wild Heart's sense of mastery over life, an indescribable feeling of achievement and power welled up from deep within!

Success!

They really succeeded!

Lu Qingshan walked to Zhao Tiezhu's side, patted his shoulder, and checked the torn cotton coat on his back: "Tiezhu, are you okay?"

Zhao Tiezhu grinned, showing a simple smile, and shook his head.

"It's fine, Brother Qing Shan! Just a scratch on the skin, nothing serious!"

He chuckled, his voice tinged with excitement.

"What a thrill! Damn, what a thrill!"

Lu Qingshan nodded, his lingering worry finally easing.

He looked up at Liu Fugui in the tree: "Monkey, come down, well done!"

Liu Fugui only then regained his senses, sliding down the tree using both hands and feet.

His legs were still a bit weak upon landing, but his face radiated immense joy.

"Brother Qing Shan! We... we really took them down!"

His voice trembled as he pointed at the Wild Boars covering the ground.

"Six! Six Wild Boars!"

Looking at the abundant spoils before him, even though Lu Qingshan has lived two lifetimes as a human, his heart is now filled with excitement and satisfaction!

These six Wild Boars together yield over a thousand jin of meat!

In this era, that is definitely a fortune that could splash the heavens!

With this Wild Boar meat, the family can completely improve their meals and enjoy a prosperous year.

The leftovers can be sold for cash, or exchanged for grain, clothing, and daily necessities.

Laying a solid foundation for future life!

The biting mountain wind swept by, stirring up the blood scent on the ground, yet it could not disperse the fire in the three people's hearts.

This adventure was worth it!