"Even if we throw it, it probably won’t kill many of them,"
"They can fly and vanish, hitting them is a problem." Zhang Feng shook his head and added, "Since you said those rats haven’t returned.
I suspect that after we all got up yesterday, they started returning to their nest one by one.
Most likely, all the rats are inside now."
"Boss Zhang." At this mont, Old Xing looked at Zhang Feng and curiously asked, "Did you really fall asleep during that ti?"
"Yeah." Zhang Feng was stretching his body, "Because we have work to do.
Since they have been pestering us, it’s only fair to return the favor."
With that, Zhang Feng looked at a young man, "Give your knife."
"Oh..." He hadn’t slept well, responding slowly, handed the knife to Zhang Feng.
Grabbing a knife in each hand, Zhang Feng adapted for a mont, then said to them, "To prevent any rats from being still outside, follow now."
With those words, Zhang Feng stepped out of the rock wall, heading toward the monster’s lair.
Facing life and death, everyone, though frightened, followed Zhang Feng quietly and reached the edge of the cave entrance.
"Stay here. If rats co out from behind, shout out."
After giving this instruction, Zhang Feng leaned in and peeked inside, where the night glow stones illuminated nearby; the rats were scattered sleeping all around.
Zhang Feng initially thought if they weren’t asleep, he would wait a while.
But now, it seed they were all asleep.
He bent down.
In the tense gazes of the crowd, Zhang Feng crept into the cave.
Swoosh—
He raised the knife and brought it down.
After killing the nearest rat, Zhang Feng didn’t stop, continuing toward the other rats.
Silent.
Treading on the dirt and stone-mixed ground, slling the grass in the air, Zhang Feng swiftly killed all fifteen rats on the periter.
But the remaining rats were on the flat ground in the middle.
And at this mont, as Zhang Feng crept closer.
Squeak squeak!
A rat nestled behind a rock in the distance, discovered Zhang Feng.
"Squeak squeak!"
The alarm from its companion also woke the surrounding rats.
Their calls echoed in the cave, their blood-red eyes appearing even more eerie in the night glow, catching sight of Zhang Feng retreating.
Swoosh—
They started running towards Zhang Feng in succession.
Zhang Feng also retreated near the cave entrance at this point.
"Brother Zhang... be careful..." Brother Peng and others, holding machetes, watched Zhang Feng’s back nervously.
"Hmm." Zhang Feng made a nasal sound, as reticent as Brother Liu this ti, aiming to adjust and mobilize all his strength and qi.
Tap tap—
At this mont, the rat swarm from afar also slowly groped closer.
Upon spotting Zhang Feng at the entrance, their squeaks grew louder, footsteps faster.
’Ten ters... five ters...’
Zhang Feng counted quietly, not moving rashly.
Until the first rat reached two ters away, leaping to bite suddenly.
Zhang Feng unexpectedly took a half-step forward, slashing upward diagonally with the blade, crunching as the blade pierced out from its jaw.
Simultaneously, Zhang Feng twisted to slice back, the blade lifting dark red blood, three heads flying off with thick blood splatter.
Bodies and heads rolled.
Zhang Feng, holding dual blades, surveyed the rats that suddenly halted.
After a while, squeak squeak, a sturdier rat hissed, attacking Zhang Feng again.
Swish!
Zhang Feng stepped back, horizontally positioning his right-hand blade, his left blade slashing across, retreating again to the cave entrance, slightly splitting the head of the leaping rat.
Drip drop—
But as the blood from its tiger mouth slid down the blade, it paused.
Zhang Feng slowly exhaled, noticing the blade on the left had already curled.
"Knife!"
Zhang Feng called back shortly, his gaze wary of the remaining creatures.
There were three behind with knives.
Brother Peng hesitated for half a second, lack of rest also made him fatigued.
"Zhang! The left!" Brother Liu directly tossed the knife horizontally.
Zhang Feng, highly tense, hearing the wind, dodged left, grasping the machete’s handle.
anwhile, three slightly larger rats, seeing Zhang Feng turned sideways to them, charged again.
Zhang Feng glanced over, Overclocked his right-arm muscles, rotated to sweep, the machete transford into a flash of light from trendous force.
With a crisp crunch, a rat’s head was chopped off.
Adjusting the blade a bit, residual power lopped half the second rat’s head.
Depleted, Zhang Feng turned to dodge the third rat’s pounce, his left knife rising, also beheading the third.
Whoosh—
A quick breath.
Zhang Feng adjusted his breathing again, eyeing the remaining creatures.
"Squeak..."
The rats squeaked nervously and anxiously.
Seeing their fear, Zhang Feng instantly decided, instead of using the chance to recover, prepared to charge.
If he didn’t take action before they regain montum, triggered by the gradually dispersing bloody scent, it would be hard to escape.
He pondered.
Zhang Feng exerted his feet, bent slightly, crossing the knives in front, charged directly at the remaining thirty rats.
’Co!’
...
Drip drop—
Seven minutes later.
The cave was filled with a nauseating mix of rotten and grassy slls, with the pungent odor unable to clear the mind.
Zhang Feng stood among a pile of corpses, his head dizzy, and several wounds on his body.
A rat had even torn a chunk from his left arm.
The knife in his right hand, lacking toughness, also broke amidst carving through flesh and bone.
"Phew..."
Zhang Feng inhaled warm, tallic air, looking at the last surviving rat.
In their fights, it had its neck half-cut by Zhang Feng, now just struggling on the ground.
Death was rely half a minute away.
He glanced at it, wanting to finish it off sooner, but had no strength left.
His Inner Qi and energy were depleted.
Tap—
Zhang Feng sat holding the knife handle on a rat corpse, looking at the crowd, already terrified at the cave entrance,
"Brother Peng, Old Xing, got anything to eat? I’m hungry."
...
Dazed.
In the following two days, Zhang Feng felt muddled.
With infected wounds, lack of effective treatnt, alongside the exhaustion of energy and Inner Qi, the extensive Overclocking plunged Zhang Feng into a long-lost fever.
"Young Brother Zhang... wake up..."
"Brother Zhang! Brother Zhang!"
"His temperature’s really high, and the wounds are festering."
"It seems his breathing’s getting lighter..."
"Zhang! Zhang! Damn it! Wake up! Wake up!"
In his muddled state.
The words Zhang Feng heard most these two days were their calls, even the usually reticent Brother Liu turned talkative, frequently shouting ’Zhang’.
Then, whenever he opened his eyes, they would show joy and relief.
...
This sleep, remaining unsure how long it lasted.
"Zhang! Wake up!"
Once again hearing Brother Liu’s shout.
Zhang Feng muddily opened his eyes, seeing several beams of light from above the collapsed area, ti seed to slow down, the last image frozen on their grateful faces gazing at him.
[Wu Village’s villagers found the pit and the backpacks and radio left at the camp by the travelers]
[They contacted the rescue team, which as expected, arrived above the pit on the morning of July 2, 1983]
[But this ti, instead of hordes of Burrow Creatures and scattered human remains, they saw seven survivors, including you]
[You altered the fated outco, you saved all the trapped people]
[You received a fate-class reward]
[Chivalry: ?, exclusive, fate, universal trait, constitution-specific, stackable]
[Effect 1: Constitution 0.5]
[Effect 2: Each ti a fate line is completed, Constitution 0.5]
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