Starting from Robinson Crusoe

Facing these colossal creatures, the saw-toothed tigers, though eager, were powerless.

Herbivores certainly fear adult predators, but they remain unperturbed before these little ones, and those with fierce tempers might even attack first, especially aggressive species like American bison.

If it weren’t for Chen Zhou, the three juvenile saw-toothed tigers encountering a herd of bison would likely end up with blood-drenched holes scored by angry bulls and then trampled into meat cakes.

Yet, there aren’t so many ’ifs’ in this world.

The American bison clearly didn’t realize how terrifying the creature following the little saw-toothed tigers was, and in their heated moment, they rushed forward only to swiftly become souls for Chen Zhou’s blade, soon strung into skewers and roasted over the campfire.

Meanwhile, the nutrient-rich beef heart and liver became a delicacy for the three little ones to squabble over.

For the saw-toothed tigers, it was akin to ’borrowing a knife to kill a bull,’ but with their intelligence, or rather lack of sufficient experience, they couldn’t entirely grasp this.

Thus, they wouldn’t deliberately lead American bison towards Chen Zhou’s location, or apply the same principle to provoke great horned deer, hairy rhinoceros, and other herbivores.

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Gazing at the rushing river, Chen Zhou couldn’t help but think of the Halahar River in Inner Mongolia Alshan.

The Halahar River has twelve tributaries, and one small tributary flows through a region rich in geothermal resources, remaining unfrozen even when the temperature drops below forty degrees Celsius.

The banks are frozen, yet the unfrozen river basin steams with warmth; sometimes, even deep in winter, you might see wild grass alive on its banks.

At this moment, he was pondering whether the challenge area also had similar unfrozen rivers.

If a challenger discovered such geothermal-rich spots and built a shelter beside them, could it neutralize the advantage given by genetic modification injections, and even tough it out against him and Paul?

Just know that similar rivers aren’t just found in Alshan; there are unfrozen rivers in Daxing’an Mountains, Erguna, and Changbai Mountain.

Although Chen Zhou hadn’t heard of similar natural phenomena around Siberia, he reckoned the likelihood of such occurrences should not be particularly low.

Being unfamiliar with Russia’s geographical environment, Chen Zhou planned to ask Paul after returning.

Paul was clearly well-versed with Siberia’s terrain; such rare unfrozen rivers could develop into tourist attractions, and if they were within the Soviet Union, they’d surely be well-known.

However, the thousand-year time span might have dried up the prehistoric rivers or opened new channels.

The real answer to this question perhaps wouldn’t be entirely accurate even if asked to Paul.

Just as he was pondering, Chen Zhou heard the saw-toothed tigers behind him letting out wooing roars.

Turning his head, sure enough, Tiger First leapt off the rock after being wind-blown, and began wrestling with his two younger brothers.

Play-fighting is a common practice project for feline animals, helping them conduct pre-battle exercise in advance.

Unlike real combat, in their usual play-fighting, they don’t deliberately extend their claws or bite hard.

Despite their sharp teeth and claws, felines understand the right amount of force during play; even during mate squabbles, they generally don’t go for lethal moves.

When Tiger Third hadn’t been injured yet, its combat power was the lowest among the three brothers.

Although Tiger First was larger, when it comes to fighting, he wasn’t able to match Tiger Second’s prowess; if the body size doesn’t create a level gap, ferocity and combat willpower are most crucial.

Tiger Second perfectly fit these two criteria; he was both combative and reluctant to easily concede, along with abundant vigor.

Tiger First had more strength but couldn’t instantly subdue him, depriving him of his resistance, so he gets tied up, slowly draining his energy, ultimately losing the battle.

However, since Tiger Third narrowly escaped death and was injected with medicine, this situation changed.

Perhaps due to excess medicine effect, or possibly some unexpected action from the strong regeneration injection, in any case, Tiger Third’s stamina had surged, becoming the most enduring little tyrant among the three-headed saw-toothed tigers.

Not to mention Tiger First who was already on par with him, now even Tiger Second was far from being a match.

Fortunately, while circumstances change, nature hardly does; Tiger Third still retained his calm and obedient character, almost never voluntarily causing trouble.

Thus, even though he gained stamina beyond his peers, the three brothers’ relationship remained unchanged in its initial form.

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Woo~

Tiger Second jumped on Tiger First, annoying this big brother immensely, wishing to kick him away.

Hearing the impatient warning growl from his elder brother, Tiger Second sensibly leapt up and charged towards Tiger Third.

Their tawny figures ran with the wind and moved away with their play, making Chen Zhou smile.

Raising tigers, especially prehistoric saw-toothed tigers, was truly a unique experience.

Returning to the campfire, he dug out a rock-hard frozen bull leg from a rattan basket placed aside, sliced the meat off obliquely with prepared long wooden sticks, skewered them, and set them on the fire; Chen Zhou planned to deal with dinner first.

When he departed, he had left the army pot to Paul, bringing only a water pouch and a simply sewn fur coat.

Among the seized garments, except clothes of the black-robed man and American soldiers, none fit his size, but even donning American soldier clothes wouldn’t serve much for keeping warm; genuinely windproof would still be the fur coat.

As for Paul, he had an army pot at the mountain, guarding the shelter and injected with the medicine; even lacking a coat, his cold resistance was superior to Chen Zhou’s and there was no concern about freezing.

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With cold winds and a low flame, the beef needed a while to roast.

Unnoticed, the three saw-toothed tigers had already moved away from the riverbank.

Chen Zhou turned his head to glance, unconcerned.

The subadult saw-toothed tigers were already quite fast, and their endurance was not inferior to most predators; as long as they didn’t scatter or mistakenly trespass into cave hyena or other predator dens, escaping was fairly easy.

Moreover, the little ones never run off too far; within a range of a few hundred meters, their roar could summon him instantly.

Bringing the saw-toothed tigers down the mountain, initially, he worried about the little ones playing outside encountering danger; by now, he was accustomed without concern.

The campfire faced the river; opposite was the rolling mountains.

The salt-producing rock walls were about ten kilometers away at the mountain’s foot.

Recalling past grand scenes, the battles on the grasslands, and that tank-like fine-toothed giant bear, along with the current barren landscape.

Changes borne by severe cold, all in silence.

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The sky grew darker, and finally, the beef roasting on the fire was done.

This American bison meat wasn’t drained clean, the bull wasn’t castrated, and the taste was not only bloody but also carried a faint stench, especially without salt, making the gamey and stench even more pronounced.

Compared to current days, even the dietary conditions on a solitary island seemed excessively superior.

Chen Zhou’s sense of smell and taste were also several times better than normal; to him, this beef was more disgusting.

Vigorously tearing chunks of thick meat, barely chewing before swallowing.

Feeling the cold wind hit his face, Chen Zhou stood up to cut more beef but suddenly found the distant mountain peak shrouded in white, rendering the scenery there distinctly hazy.

"Shit!"

Muttering a curse, he abandoned cutting more meat, sheathed his knife, picked up his rattan basket, and hurriedly called upon the three-headed saw-toothed tigers—

The wind roared, and ice particles seemed to drift in the air.

Snow was falling heavily in the direction of the mountains.

With Chen Zhou’s experience of living in the north, it wouldn’t take long for the snowstorm to sweep across the riverbank with the wind.

By that time, his campfire would be snuffed out by the snow in mere minutes, and the whole area swallowed by wind and snow, ruled by chaotic, swirling whiteness.

He must leave quickly now and find shelter beneath natural coverings like boulders, large trees, leeward slopes of a mound, or caves.

Otherwise, when the snow hits, his body temperature will plummet rapidly, his vision severely impaired, and he wouldn’t be able to start a fire; no matter how skilled he is, he couldn’t counter nature’s power, and might perish amidst the wind and snow—

Wet clothing dissipates heat 240 times faster than dry clothing.

Once drenched by snow, in rapid heat loss conditions, even if injected with genetic modification injections, his body’s stored fat wouldn’t suffice, let alone he hadn’t received any injection.

After all, having lived on a maritime isle over twenty years, and after returning to modern times, he focused on extreme sports.

He frequently engaged with sea cliffs and deep pits; while considered a ’little superman’ among ordinary people, Chen Zhou still held deep respect for nature and dared not be slack.