Liu Zishan held a flashlight and ran back into the mine shaft. Leitao gripped the Scorpion Submachine Gun, standing guard and scouting along the edge of the back mountain. Dead leaves made a faint rustling sound beneath his military boots. Suddenly, a rustling noise came from the bushes on his left. He instantly lowered his body, pointed the muzzle forward, and slowed his heartbeat with every step—if these were truly Japanese Army sentries, their cover might be blown.
Pushing aside the thorny vines, Leitao's pupils constricted slightly. A bear cub, one point two meters in length, was clumsily pawing at a beehive, its chubby rear end stuck high in the air, its honey-stained claws gleaming with a viscous luster in the moonlight. The cub's ears suddenly twitched, and turning its head with half a honeycomb clamped in its jaws, it stared straight at him with round eyes, golden honey dripping from the tip of its nose. It looked utterly endearing.
"Little fellow having a midnight snack?" Leitao's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and he forced back a laugh. Seeing the cub tilt its head to sniff him with no aggressive intent, he muttered as he backed away, "You eat your fill, and I'll be on my way." Yet his gaze couldn't help sweeping over the cub's plump belly, the aroma of smoked meat flashing through his mind. Suddenly, he slapped his forehead hard—the appearance of a black bear cub in the wilderness meant that the adult bear father and mother were nearby! Having witnessed the comb…
Chapter 439