Urban Legends: The Legacy of Ancient Civilizations

"I guess the Wild Boar King only has this strength left."

Jiang Yingxue's slightly joking question, the sting of knowingly asking, was met with such an indifferent response from Bai Ning.

A familiar blind confidence, a puzzling blind confidence.

However, this kind of confidence is credible after being confirmed by a large number of results. This gap in the pattern made Jiang Yingxue chuckle again, with a little self-deprecation.

They were all in absolute danger, but she had never accurately guessed Bai Ning's heart.

This man who always likes to bury various plans in his heart, but can accurately control the situation on the field, is really a mysterious existence.

"What you said can't be just another guess."

Inexplicably, Jiang Yingxue's heart calmed down under the comfort of these words, as if Bai Ning's words had infinite credibility.

Her follow-up question was like a moderate joke, revealing a bit of lightheartedness.

“If the largest first-generation species was the wild boar king, then it would die here tonight.

If not, it means that this wild boar king is extremely precious about his life, and there is no way he would put himself in danger.

Furthermore, are the giant reindeer just a piece of loose sand in this forest?

The Boar King has driven so many giant reindeer to serve as cannon fodder, and it will always have to pay a certain price for its unscrupulousness.

The situation of the Wild Boar King is also full of crises, and he seems a little overwhelmed.

What's more, the last two hundred kilogram explosion was also a huge lesson for it.

If something goes wrong, we just need to send out a few horses carrying items, and the Wild Boar King who suffered a big loss last time will definitely be frightened away again. "

Bai Ning's response was still calm, as if he had completely seen through the Wild Boar King's mind.

In other words, in the contest with the Wild Boar King, Bai Ning had completely figured out the Wild Boar King's character.

In Bai Ning's established understanding at this time, this wild boar king is just a cunning and greedy waste, eager for revenge but only superficial revenge.

From a human perspective, this Wild Boar King is nothing more than a top-notch trash who is fierce and restrained, strong on the outside but hard on the inside.

So, does Bai Ning's self-confidence at this time completely come from this psychological sense of superiority?

"That's right."

Jiang Yingxue responded lightly, without any desire to refute, and could not find any point to refute.

Even if the Wild Boar King is not as strong on the outside as Bai Ning predicted, there is still a fighting spirit in the camp.

With Bai Ning's character, it is absolutely impossible for him to be blindly confident, and he will definitely plan in advance for this last resort.

It seems difficult to induce the desperadoes to seize horses like last time. So, if it really comes to that critical step, how will Bai Ning deliver these more than 100 kilograms of high explosives?

The third round of group charge was very fast, like a desperate struggle, and the explosives detonated faster. They were already set at the pre-buried location. Even if they were not at the core explosion point, the combined shock wave suffered by the edge area was enough to be fatal.

The giant wild boars that had been blown to the ground all fell silent, and the new generation of seriously injured wild boars continued to wail in the field, as if the third explosion had never happened.

"Order to kill those wailing wild boars with heavy snipers."

Bai Ning gave an order, and Bo Xinshan took the walkie-talkie to convey his instructions.

A series of dull and distant heavy sniper shots sounded, the wailing sounds around the camp were completely cut off, and the entire dense forest returned to absolute silence.

This kind of dead silence that reveals the strong smell of blood is like a black hole that can absorb everything, absorbing all the sounds here.

The desperadoes helped lay the explosives around the camp. Three consecutive rounds of explosions made them all know that there was no longer anything to rely on around the camp.

At this time, all they can rely on are the firearms in their hands, but can this kind of thing really bring solace to people's hearts?

Perhaps, only by infinite gathering can we get the last trace of warmth in the crowd.

"Betting on your life, now is the time to live up to your name. Are you really ready?"

Jiang Yingxue's question was cold and clear, more like a self-question.

Everyone can predict death, but when it comes to actually facing it, how many people can walk calmly?

If Bai Ning had not gambled his life, then the camp's only hope for a comeback was the remaining 100 kilograms of high explosives. However, these items could not be carried except by horses. How would Bai Ning deliver them to the wild boar? Next to the king.

"We won the bet and the wild boar herds have retreated."

Bai Ning responded lightly, and walked towards the direction of his tent with a slightly tired body.

Faced with this inexplicable answer, Jiang Yingxue was just about to ask why, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Gogol walking out of the tent out of the corner of his eye.

It was definitely impossible for Gogol to be out for a walk at this time. His behavior indirectly proved Bai Ning's statement.

However, there was no movement in the dense forest in the distance, and there was no sign of anything in the night vision goggles. How did Bai Ning know that this round of persistence had finally succeeded?

With confusion in his heart, Jiang Yingxue's gaze remained on Gogol. This sudden appearance of this madman was actually more puzzling to him than Bai Ning.

If you don't come out early, you won't come out late, but coming out at this time is like having some advance agreement with Bai Ning.

Gogol was seen walking alone to the edge of the camp, whispering a few words beside Ivan, and several desperadoes followed him towards the site of the previous explosion.

Gogol's appearance in the night vision goggles was blurry, but he could clearly be seen walking next to a giant wild boar. It seemed that it should be the unusually large first-generation species from before.

Could it be that there is any more important value attached to this first-generation species?

After staring at this scene quietly for five or six minutes, Gogol turned around and returned to the camp. Jiang Yingxue waved to Aaron to invite Gogol over.

"Is there anything special about that first-generation species?"

Jiang Yingxue's straightforward question made Gogol smile. It was hard to tell whether it was ridicule or a feeling of comfort.

"It's nothing special. It's just a very old sow. It's really not a pity to die."

Gogol's response made Jiang Yingxue feel a vague sense of humiliation. She felt that the old sow was insinuating her. The anger on her face was blocked by the gas mask, but her standing figure seemed to radiate murderous intent.

Facing Jiang Yingxue's coldness, Gogol's frivolous face seemed to be revealed through the gas mask.

"The wild boar herd is a society with a very strict hierarchical system. There are usually two leaders, a male and a female. The old sow obviously has a very high status in the herd. If she dies here now, she must be more careful on the road ahead. ”

After a few casual explanations, Gogol turned and left.

At this time, Jiang Yingxue fully understood Bai Ning's previous judgment, why he was so sure that the wild boars had retreated, and why Bai Ning had asked to wait for the old sow before detonating the explosives.

Regardless of whether the wild boar king is really strong on the outside, greedy for life and afraid of death, or just to ensure the structural stability of the wild boar group, the two leaders will rarely die here at the same time.

A very simple value judgment, even if it contains a certain gambling element, it is indeed convincing.

The silence in the second half of the night and the morning sun the next day both declared the accuracy of Bai Ning's guess. The whole world seemed to come to life again. The red color of the morning sun revealed the warmth of new life. The gentle morning breeze caressed all the fatigue. For quiet peace.

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I feel that the outlaws who survived the disaster are even happier. All the suffering and hesitation last night has become a thing of the past. They are still the strong ones in life and enjoy all the privileges of the victors.

The hard battle last night left everyone mentally and physically exhausted. Many of the desperadoes didn't recover until three o'clock in the morning. They started looking for food with sleepy eyes. Fortunately, there was no shortage of meat here, and the meat was stewed all the time. This made the desperadoes even more excited. hapiness.

Full of wine and meat, they didn't care at all about the corpses placed in a corner. Five died and one was injured. Most of them died from the deer blood spilled by the final explosion.

No matter what, it's not him who dies, they have pensions, he has food and wine, and everyone is happy.

The collective rested until one o'clock in the afternoon, and officially broke camp and set off. The large ammunition reserves had been exhausted last night, and all the pre-embedded explosives outside the camp were also exhausted. The people who had no regrets could be said to be very fast.

With insufficient confidence in their hands, everyone moved faster and arrived at the entrance of the outpost research base mentioned by Gogol before dark.

This is a ruin-like hill, with a large number of low pine trees scattered about. If it weren't for the traces of artificial structures found in some bombed and collapsed places, it would be difficult to confirm that there is a secret base here.

Gogol directed a group of desperadoes to dig up a pile of rubble, and the remaining light of the setting sun entered, revealing a deep cave.

This cave reminded Bai Ning of the vents in the previous secret base, but this one was more like a man-made robbery cave.

Many desperadoes who survived the secret base last time were very resistant to this robbery cave. They did not want to experience a crazy escape deep in the cave again.

“Gogol, the ammunition reserves in our hands are about to be exhausted, and we cannot continue to waste human lives to fill the risk at the end of this cave.

You must have come here more than once. Tell everything you know as much as possible. Only by working together will we be more conducive to planning the power in our hands. "

The death tunnel also had a huge psychological impact on Jiang Yingxue. She was very disgusted with such a cramped escape hatch.

Or, in Jiang Yingxue's opinion at this time, the entrance and exit deliberately displayed by Gogol was too cramped, and she was very dissatisfied with this kind of situation.

If possible, she would prefer to dig a new channel above the outpost research base like last time. This wide channel that goes straight up and down can give people more security.