The theoretical combat power of wild boars was indeed very powerful. Once they rushed, they were unstoppable, but they really couldn't beat the wolves because the wolves had tactical cooperation and wouldn't let them rush easily.
Not to mention the wolves, even well-trained hunting dogs could chase the wild boar out of its hiding place, even though they could not defeat it, so that the hunters could deal with the wild boar.
The wild boars were tired of being chased by the wolves and annoyed by the high-frequency noise. They just wanted to find the source of the noise and stab it with their fangs.
The leading boar, weighing 400 kilograms, was the king of wild boars in the forest. Its eggs were cut off and weighed almost ten kilograms. Its body exuded a violent aura caused by excessive male hormones. Even hunters despised giant wild boars like this because their eggs emitted an extremely strong smell, making the meat very unpalatable.
It led the wild boars in the forest to be chased by the wolves. As soon as they started to speed up, they hit trees. Now that they had come to the seaside meadow where the trees were relatively sparse, their speed had taken off. It was no exaggeration to say that even if a car stopped in front of them, it could be knocked over.
It roared as it ran, venting the anger in its chest.
However, wild boars' vision was very poor, especially static vision. They were basically blind at night. They could only vaguely see lights not far away, and the fragrance of grain floated near the lights.
Crack!
The super nearsighted boar didn't see that there was a tree in front of it that was as thick as the mouth of a bowl. It ran straight into it, and its shoulders, which had become thicker and thicker because of the frequent scratching on the tree, hit the trunk hard. It didn't feel any pain, but it became even more furious. It used all its strength to break the tree in half.
The boar felt great and felt that it was invincible.
At this time, it felt a moving thing fall on its back. This thing was alive, and it could use its sharp claws to hook the hair on its back to prevent it from falling.
It was a cat. It had been lying on the tree, and after the tree was broken, it happened to fall on the back of the boar.
The boar's neck was too thick, and it couldn't turn its head at all. Even if it turned around, it wouldn't be able to see what was on its back, but it could tell from the smell that it was a North American bobcat or a cougar, because those were the only two types of cats in the forest.
As for weight, the difference in the weight of a house cat, a North American bobcat, and a cougar was no different in front of a 400-kilogram wild boar king. Moreover, its eyes were bloodshot, and it had already loaded its gun with its brains.
Forget about the wolf pack, how dare a mere puma provoke them?
She knew that these felines' routine was to jump on their backs and bite their throats or necks. Of course, she couldn't let them succeed, so she sped up even more frantically, broke through the fence, and trampled the new grain seedlings in the field into the mud. Finally, she hit the wall of a wooden house, and half of the house collapsed. The cat on her back was also thrown away by the impact.
The people in the room looked at each other with a dumbfounded expression. When they came back to their senses, they were so shocked that they screamed and scattered through the cracked wall.
Then, the other wild boars also excitedly followed their leader into the village. They didn't know why they rushed in, but they just wanted to have fun.
The wild boars rampaged through the village's roads. No one could stop them, and no one dared to stop them.
Since the establishment of the village, there had never been such chaos.
But this was only the beginning, and it was far from over.
The frequency of Sihwa's singing was still rising rapidly, and it was now beyond the range of human ears. Therefore, the remaining guards and villagers suddenly felt quiet, but the symptoms of nausea and blurred vision were intensifying. They could even feel the blood gurgling through their temples, and the pain was bouncing up and down.
This was the so-called sound of the loudest sound, and the loudest sound couldn't be heard.
Pa ~
Pa la ~
A small crack appeared on the glass of one of the wooden houses' windows, and then the cracks spread quickly like a spider web. It was as if an invisible hand had carved a tree without leaves on the glass, and finally, it shattered to one side.
For quartz glass, when the frequency of sound reached or exceeded 20,000 Hz, it would cause a resonance. Very few human tenors or sopranos could do this at close range, shattering thin glass such as red wine glasses. However, to be able to shatter glass from such a long distance from the beach to the village, it was not something that humans could do.
Not only this window, but all the windows in the village were breaking, and it spread like an infectious disease to pottery and porcelain products.
People with increasingly blurred vision were horrified to see that there was no earthquake, but the water in the cups and pots rippled, as if they were placed in a microwave oven.
They could no longer tell whether this was an illusion or reality. They only knew that if this continued, everyone's brains would be cooked.
They didn't know who was the first to run. It could be a farmer, or it could be a guard. The frequency of the high-frequency sound wave, which was close to the microwave range, made their brainwashed brains seem to return to a primitive state. They relied on their survival instincts to drive their actions, and their survival instincts told them to run. If they continued to stay here, they would die.
With one taking the lead, the others all ran out of the village. There was no room for anything else in their minds except one word — run.
A few guards who were more determined, or whose brains were more thoroughly brainwashed, tried to stop the escape and their colleagues. They even raised their Taser guns to threaten them, but they were quickly overwhelmed by the torrent of villagers and wild boars. They were knocked down and stepped on a few times.
The spreading panic made the trend of collapse unstoppable. If this was a more densely populated place, such as a stadium, there would have been a large-scale trampling tragedy.
It wasn't until they were out of breath and could no longer run that some of them stopped. They leaned against the trees and gasped for breath, turning around in fear.
They had run for a long time and thought that they had run far away. In the dark forest, they could still vaguely see the lights on the high ground.
Had the terrible sound stopped?
Because they could no longer hear the sound, they couldn't tell if it had stopped. The only way to determine it was to run back and try it for themselves … But who was willing to do that?
There were many people who had better physical strength. They ran deeper into the forest in one breath. They couldn't even see the lights. There was no moon in the sky, and it was pitch black. They couldn't even find the direction, so how could they talk about going back? They could only climb trees or make a fire to hide from the wild beasts. They could think of a way during the day.
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