Fighting the Vicious Wolf (Part 2)

The Snow Mountain Wolf, injured, didn't attack Zhong Lichun again. Instead, it just stared at her with its eerie green eyes.

Seeing the Snow Mountain Wolf stop attacking, Mo Li was stunned for a moment. Then, as if realizing something, he shouted, "Watch your back!"

Hearing Mo Li's exclamation, Zhong Lichun's expression changed. She turned to look behind her. At that moment, another Snow Mountain Wolf, of the same massive size, lunged at her. Simultaneously, the injured Snow Mountain Wolf moved again, pouncing directly at Zhong Lichun.

The mountain cave was already narrow, and the second Snow Mountain Wolf's attack was a surprise. Zhong Lichun didn't have time to react properly. Because she had turned to face the second wolf, her first reaction was towards it. Zhong Lichun deliberately thrust her left arm into the Snow Mountain Wolf's mouth, using her arm to wedge its jaws open. Then, with her right hand, she repeatedly stabbed the wolf with the military knife. In this life-or-death moment, Zhong Lichun was fighting with everything she had.

Just as Zhong Lichun was grappling with the second Snow Mountain Wolf, the first one had already reached her back and knocked her to the ground. It then opened its mouth wide and lunged for the back of Zhong Lichun's neck.

At this point, Mo Li had just thrown Wei Dengke to the ground and was rushing over to help. Even though he was faster than average, it was too late. This was where Zhong Lichun's extensive combat experience and lightning-fast reflexes came into play. Knocked down, Zhong Lichun suddenly braced herself, lifting her upper body. Her head slammed heavily into the lower jaw of the first Snow Mountain Wolf. Zhong Lichun put all her strength into this move, and the impact made a dull thudding sound.

The Snow Mountain Wolf, hit in the jaw, let out a pained cry and began to fall backward. At the same moment, Mo Li finally rushed over and wrapped his arms around the wolf's neck from behind.

The Snow Mountain Wolf struggled fiercely, its neck caught in Mo Li's grip. Even with Mo Li's strength, it was incredibly difficult to completely subdue the wolf. To prevent it from breaking free, Mo Li braced his knee against the wolf's waist, exerting force backward with his right arm, which was around its neck.

With a crack of breaking bone, the Snow Mountain Wolf, held by Mo Li, finally stopped struggling. Its entire body went limp, its waist completely twisted and deformed. It was clear that Mo Li had broken its lumbar spine with his knee.

Feeling that the Snow Mountain Wolf he was restraining was no longer struggling, Mo Li released his grip. The wolf collapsed onto the ground. Although not immediately dead, it was clearly on its last legs, barely breathing.

Without a second glance at the wolf on the ground, Mo Li looked at Zhong Lichun, who was still on top of the other Snow Mountain Wolf, with a hint of panic. He asked anxiously, "Are you alright?"

Zhong Lichun rubbed the back of her head and climbed off the Snow Mountain Wolf. Her body was covered in blood. The wolf she had stabbed multiple times was lifeless. Sitting down on the ground, Zhong Lichun gasped for breath. Blood dripped from the wound on her left arm, where the wolf had bitten her.

Seeing that Zhong Lichun was unharmed, Mo Li quickly returned to Wei Dengke's side and began searching through his clothes pockets. He remembered putting medical alcohol and bandages in there. Zhong Lichun's arm was badly injured and needed to be disinfected and bandaged immediately.

Returning to Zhong Lichun's side with the medical alcohol and bandages, Mo Li knelt down, intending to help her bandage her wound. However, Zhong Lichun snatched the alcohol and bandages away, saying coldly, "I can do it myself."

"Your arm is injured, how can you possibly bandage it with one hand? Why are you being so stubborn, girl? Let me do it." Hearing Zhong Lichun's words, Mo Li frowned. He then snatched the alcohol and bandages back and, without waiting for Zhong Lichun's consent, began to disinfect her wound.

The sting of the alcohol on her wound made Zhong Lichun's body tremble slightly. But the woman was incredibly strong, biting her lip and remaining silent. Mo Li, while tending to her wound, kept glancing at Zhong Lichun from the corner of his eye. Noticing her lip had turned white from biting down, he gave a wry smile and said helplessly, "If it hurts, just cry out. I won't laugh at you. Why do you have to endure it so painfully?"

"...Cry out? On the battlefield, your cries will never earn even a shred of sympathy. Enemies might even torture you for their amusement, making you scream. The louder you scream, the happier they become. Only by enduring and not showing pain will they find it uninteresting and stop tormenting you." Zhong Lichun fell silent upon hearing Mo Li's words. Then, she suddenly uttered something that sounded utterly out of place.

Mo Li was taken aback by Zhong Lichun's words, his hands pausing. He then looked up at her with a strange expression and asked, "What did you say? War? Where is there any war now?"

"You who live in the country naturally wouldn't understand war. But in Africa, the Middle East, and Southeast Asia, war has never stopped! Forget it. For people like you who live in a gilded cage, war is indeed too distant." Zhong Lichun said somewhat agitatedly, but her tone became weak halfway through.

Mo Li stared at Zhong Lichun's face for a long time, then suddenly sighed and continued to tend to her wound. While working, Mo Li said, "I haven't experienced war, that's true. Although I was in the army for a few years, at most I only fought a few skirmishes with the Indians. I never even fired a gun. So I admit I don't know the cruelty of war... Before, when I took off your clothes, I saw you were covered in scars. How old are you? Not even thirty, right? I'm curious why a young woman would have so many scars. Keeping certain things bottled up isn't good. We're partners who have faced life and death together now, and it's uncertain if we'll make it back alive. So, if you don't mind, I'd be willing to be your listener."

Zhong Lichun was stunned by Mo Li's words. She then stared at him with wide eyes. Mo Li looked up and gave her a simple, honest smile. Although Mo Li wasn't exactly handsome, his honest smile gave people a sense of security.

Zhong Lichun remained silent for a very long time. It wasn't until Mo Li finished bandaging her wound that she suddenly turned, pulled the military knife from the corpse of the dead wolf, and, to Mo Li's stunned gaze, began to skin the wolf.

While skinning the wolf, Zhong Lichun recounted her past to Mo Li. As she spoke, Mo Li's expression gradually changed. He could never have imagined that this woman, who appeared to have such a stubborn personality, had experienced such cruel things.