Chapter 109: Wild Boar Meat

This creature could no longer be called a wild boar; it felt more like an elephant. Judging by its size, it must weigh three or four tons. Its long, sharp tusks revealed just how formidable it was.

A wild boar of this magnitude, when enraged and caught off guard, could easily scatter Fang Xia’s entire team.

“Brother Fang, should I take it on?” Baixing asked. Unlike snakes, Baixing had no psychological barrier against this kind of beast.

“You can’t. Its outer hide is incredibly thick. Your dagger won’t deal fatal damage and might only provoke it further,” Fang Xia replied.

This wild boar was enormous—its strength comparable to that of a fifth-level zombie. Its massive size made it nearly impossible to deliver a killing blow; even the length of a blade couldn’t match the girth of its neck.

“Then what should we do?” everyone looked to Fang Xia.

Until now, only Fang Xia knew of this creature’s existence; no one else had seen or even heard of it.

“Have we scouted the surrounding area? Are there any other creatures nearby?” Fang Xia suddenly asked.

Though uncertain of his intent, Liu Rui quickly responded, “No, within a five-mile radius, this wild boar is the only one. We haven’t seen a single fly elsewhere.”

Satisfied with the answer, Fang Xia’s eyes gleamed. “Later, you’ll kill it. The others will struggle even to break through its hide.”

Liu Rui nodded. Her skills ignored defense, no matter how thick the hide. Once activated, it was as thin as paper.

“Baixing, you’ll distract it first.”

This task wasn’t suitable for Li Xiaochun. Even with skills activated, she probably couldn’t withstand a charge from this boar. It was better to let the agile Baixing handle it.

The group quietly shifted position, leaving only Baixing and Liu Rui behind.

“Good luck!” Fang Xia mouthed.

The two women smiled wryly. Fang Xia was becoming quite the hands-off leader, leaving such matters to others.

According to the plan, Baixing would lure the beast, while Liu Rui would lie in wait to strike.

Baixing wasted no time; she picked up a stone and, as she leapt forward, hurled it at the boar’s head.

The boar was enraged. Snorting loudly, it charged after Baixing. To an onlooker, it might have seemed like a bull.

Liu Rui crouched nearby, two combat knives in hand.

Seeing the charge, Baixing sprinted away.

With such force and momentum, a collision would be fatal.

As the boar neared Liu Rui’s position, she silently extended one knife—a leg slashing blade.

Due to its speed, the boar’s left front and back legs were severed cleanly.

Liu Rui pushed her speed to the limit, moving to the boar’s right side. Two swift strikes severed the other two legs.

Now, this elephant-sized wild boar was reduced to prey, powerless and at their mercy.

“Kill it outright. Bring it back,” Liu Rui commanded.

She struck relentlessly, as if dismembering the beast piece by piece.

If the boar could speak, it would surely beg for a swift end.

Back at Fang Xia’s camp, aside from the sentries posted around, the others were scattered about, sitting with their eyes occasionally darting toward the center, swallowing nervously.

In the camp’s center, twelve fires burned brightly. Dozens of women busied themselves processing the boar meat—washing and chopping.

Chopping was hardly the right word—it was more like hacking.

“Once roughly chopped, use fresh combat knives to skewer the pieces. Choose a fire to roast your meat,” Fang Xia instructed.

Due to a shortage of cooks, Fang Xia decided on roasting the meat, a plan met with unanimous approval among the women.

After all, grilled meat was always more flavorful.

In a hundred-strong battalion, the captain sending representatives to handle the cooking and share the meat was common, but waste was not permitted.

Since they were outside the city, alcohol was a no-go, though soft drinks were allowed.

On their first day beyond the walls, having secured such a bounty of fresh meat, Fang Xia was in high spirits. Under his order, everyone received a bottle of their preferred drink plus a bottle of mineral water.

The more than two hundred new recruits were beaming; such treatment was exceptional.

Minutes passed as the aroma of roasting meat wafted through the camp.

Nearby, the women watching began to give instructions.

“Turn it over a bit. Add more chili, sprinkle some pepper.”

After all, these were their team’s representatives. If the meat was poorly cooked, they would have to eat it with tears in their eyes.

On Fang Xia’s side, two culinary ladies personally grilled the meat. Their technique was unmistakably professional, unlike the others.

The same two thirty-something housewives expertly handled the knives, slicing uniform chunks of meat with precision.

Too thick meant poor seasoning penetration; too thin made grilling tedious and eating unsatisfying.

Drawn by the growing aroma, Fang Xia approached.

Other women paused their comics, eyes fixed unblinkingly on the fires.

“Add more chili,” Jingru whispered nearby, her younger sister nodding eagerly like a pecking chick.

“This brush is too small for oiling. Next time, we should get one of those big paintbrushes,” Liu Rui earnestly suggested to the little girl.

Handling such large cuts with a regular basting brush was exhausting—and worse, it wasted precious eating time.

Mouths watered, but the oiling was far from finished.

Finally, the cooks grilled the first piece of meat. Jingru grabbed it eagerly.

“Wow, it’s so heavy.”

A single combat knife weighed tens of pounds; with over a hundred pounds of boar meat hanging from it, it was no easy lift.

But these women were at least third-level fighters; such weight posed no challenge.

Elsewhere, other women finished their first pieces and shared them with teammates.

Soon, delighted screams of satisfaction echoed throughout the camp.

Eating meat was pure bliss.

Meanwhile, Jingru, having steadied herself, stared at the meat, swallowing hard, struggling to resist. Eventually, she passed it to Fang Xia.

“Let’s go. I can’t eat all this alone. Use bowls and chopsticks, cut it up and eat as you like.”

Compared to the others, they remained composed.

Inside the tent, the group revealed their true selves. Jingru quickly produced bowls, chopsticks, and small knives, arranging them neatly.

The others took their seats promptly.

Fang Xia placed the roasted boar meat in the center of the table.

“Dig in.”