Chapter 205 The only young gunner is Wu Hao

Author: Li Xiansen, Old City

Chapter 205 The only young gunner is Wu Hao

The carriage entered the grassland on the west side. The big and white Ermao stood on the right side of the owner and looked ahead. He hadn't entered the mountain for several days. Not only the two of them, but even the seven dogs seemed a little happy.

"Huh~" A gust of wind blew over a lot of snow, and Damao Ermao closed her eyes and was blown all over the snow.

They shook their heads and shook their hair, jumped to the side of the yellow man and slid down from their belly, and came to the middle of it and the white dot to squeeze in.

There is no place between the two dogs. The big hair lies down and kicks the belly with its hind legs and pats it with its front paws. It must hide in the middle to avoid being blown by wind and snow.

Although the two dogs have bad tempers, they now have a little helpless look on their faces, especially rhubarb, like golden retrievers, and their faces are full of folds.

It was angry and had no tricks to take two martens. It had been playing with them since childhood, so it could not bite them, so it had to move its body and leave it empty for others to lie down.

The carriage went west along the south forest, and Wu Hao leaned against the tent and allowed the black wind to move around the snow bag freely.

There are no big holes in the rabbit cave by the forest. As long as the direction is not biased, you don’t care how the black wind goes.

He looked up at the sky and looked at the poplar trees. Even if the wind was windy and sunny during the Chinese New Year, there was windy high altitudes in the low altitudes these days.

The forest was calm and the pine treetops began to sway at the edge of the forest, especially the grassland had already whirlwind.

The sky became more and more gloomy day by day. Wu Hao frowned and sighed: "This Pig God is not easy to fight, and it will blow a blizzard."

Maybe it will blow tomorrow, maybe it will take three to five days, he can see it, but he cannot be sure when the strong wind will blow. It is rare to meet the Pig God, and he will go even if it blows.

Not only hunters can predict the weather, but older people in the mountains can also see it.

Twenty miles southeast of the moving pigs, there was also a group of people looking at the sky. The oldest was in his forties and the youngest was in his early twenties.

These were from the village, with nearly thirty people, including ten of them carrying guns, others with one or two detonators on their waists, and some with two grenades.

There are not only forest farms in the countryside, but also small mines. There are no shortage of detonators in the mines. There are always some capable people who can get these things.

Grenades are difficult to handle, but there is no shortage in the countryside. In order to kill wild boars, you can give a few trustworthy people.

There are also some thunder and firecrackers on the ox cart next to it, which looks very well prepared.

Because killing wild boars makes money.

Most of the old hunters live in villages around the countryside. The group of people coming from the countryside don’t know how to beat the pig god.

The fire yesterday did not attract the powerful hunters. Now the wind is strong, and the smoke drifts above the top of the tree and dissipates.

There are forests and hills blocking them, and the wild boars cannot see the smoke, but when people stand high, they will come over to discuss the solution together.

In less than half an hour, four ox carts came to the southeast, with salutes and firecrackers and ropes drawn on them.

These more than 20 people are from the village in the south of the township, and the things they brought are similar to theirs, and less than ten people with guns.

Everyone was walking, only an old man lying on the ox cart in front of him with his eyes closed and resting, with a gray beard and vicissitudes of face.

He looks old, but in fact he is over 70 years old. This is an old hunter and everyone invited him to do so.

When the old man heard the wild boar go to a place, he confirmed that there was a Pig God, because he followed the Pig God Gathering Gang once the last time he entered the mountain.

I didn't dare to fight at that time, and I didn't want to come this time, so a group of people invited him and had to come.

The old man's surname is Zhou, he is over 1.7 meters tall and has a medium figure. He recognizes someone from the village and calls him Mr. Zhou respectfully.

Others have heard of this person and have shown great respect.

A old hunter isn't it?

There were strange people in ancient times. A few years ago, there were righteous men like King Wu of Dao. The old hunters were not called strange people, but they should not be underestimated.

Today's hunters and doctors, including those who are nagging, cannot offend them. If they have a good reputation, they cannot be offended.

These old guys are not only powerful in the mountains, but also know everything from evil ways and can cheat people everywhere.

Experts are among the people, so they cannot underestimate others.

Old man Zhou nodded and looked up at the sky like Wu Hao, sighing: "It's a blizzard coming!"

It’s really a strong wind. Not to mention whether you can see a pig or not, those who are not familiar with the mountain road may get lost.

Someone said, "It seems that I can't get it up in three or five days."

Old Man Zhou agreed with his words and lowered his head and asked, "Where has the pigs gone and how far is the distance?"

Someone replied: "Twenty miles away, go north."

Old Man Zhou closed his eyes and built a map in his mind like Wu Hao, and said, "The pigs have been gathering for three days, and the number is close to 200."

"The more you gather, there are two large pine and oak forests near the grassland to the north, and the high ground in the middle is also big enough."

After he finished talking about how to fight the Pig God, he was about the same as Wu Hao thought, and the rectangle was placed around three sides and the east side.

Thirty people left in the south to follow the pigs first, so everyone can walk together to safely. There may not be anything in the forest two miles beside a mountain road.

Even if a tiger lies, it cannot be seen.

Lao Zhou led the others to the west to block the pigs' retreat, and lined up people on all sides. After the gunshots, the wild boars dare to come over, so they throw the Maleizi grenades and let them run east.

After he made arrangements, the young man holding four dogs was unhappy and whispered: "So many people shoot, who's the one who's the one who hits the Pig God?"

A captain replied: "All pigs, including the pig god, are divided equally. When the ox carts are paid, we can only share the money."

"If you hide in the dark, you will be able to pick up your own, and you will have no money if you can't get it. If you get a lot of wild boars, the village will send bulldozers to open the road to use the Great Jiefang to pull the pigs."

Old Zhou looked at the young man and said, "You can't go."

"Why?" The young man was immediately dissatisfied, why did he exclude him?

Old Zhou looked up at the sky and sighed: "We old guys can't walk anymore. Young people, generations are worse than the next!"

"The longer the pigs walk, the more numerous they will be. If there are more than three hundred wild boars, there will be sixty or seventy eggs in them."

"There are no ten or eight of them who have passed the grave, and twenty or thirty eggs that have eaten meat."

Old Zhou looked at him and sneered: "Don't say that your dog barks away the pigs. Even if you are far away, you will definitely lead the pigs to rush when you see dogs and people."

The young man looked ugly, and suddenly he would be hard to deal with a wild boar. The pigs rushed over and would definitely kill him.

Old Zhoutou reminded: "Take the dog up the high ground and tie the dog up. Stay away from the pigs and pick up the bargains. If you dare to scare the pigs and don't make the shit out, you'll be fine!"

Others sneered, not just shooting shit, but they didn't dare to shoot when they encountered roe deer these days when they came. Those who could come knew some hunting and were reminded.

If you really scare away the wild boar, you will at least be broken. Everyone’s main target is the Pig God, and no one will offend a group of people because of small losses.

Lao Zhoutou reminded him that he must go up to the trees and high ground after approaching the pigs, otherwise hundreds of wild boars would run around and might be killed.

At this time, three more people came over from the northeast, which were Deng Daliu and two middle-aged men. He recognized the old man and said hello first.

Old Zhou smiled and said, "Deng Liuzi's father is also a good man, but unfortunately Wu Dafa left too early."

After hearing the previous sentence, Deng Daliu was a little embarrassed and was seen as the purpose was revealed. Deng Liuzi reminded him.

If you shoot and throw detonators in the west, the chance of the Pig God going to the west is less than 50%, and the chance of returning to Daxinganling to the southwest is less than 30%.

There is an 80% chance of running south and going west, and the probability of going north into the grassland is even smaller, if the Pig God is older.

It must be afraid of rabbit holes in the grassland, and its body is too heavy, so it is easy to fall out of the hole and not break its legs when it runs.

He would not run to the Russians, and people would see it with a telescope. Such a big pig would definitely take a thump.

The old pig god should have experienced this for decades.

If a pig herd dares to gather near the Russian camp, then it will not only use grenades like the south!

When Deng Daliu heard his uncle sixth, he chose to come to the south.

When Deng Daliu heard the next sentence Wu Dafa, he looked ugly. He called Wu Pao, who was one level higher than the hunter and had great achievements.

The old man always looked admirable when he spoke of Wu Dafa, and said that Uncle Six's father was just perfunctory.

Everyone was talking differently. Those present didn't know Wu Dafa, who had heard from the older generation, said that not only had people killed tigers, but their hunting skills were also real.

People who have made contributions can not deny it just by saying they are dissatisfied.

Is it as for a powerful hunting gunner to let everyone talk about it?

That's different. He was also a twenty-year-old who was incapable of hunting in the mountains. When someone saw it, he said: Oh, you go to the mountains to hunt.

You can tell your thoughts by looking at your expressions. Is the little hairy child still hunting?

When you see someone with ability, you will say: Oh, the gunner goes into the mountains to hunt.

The same goes for the same purpose, and the second type will speak seriously even if it is not disrespectful to others.

Comparing two young people together can make their incompetent mentality explode.

Several young men tied their dogs to the ox cart and asked, "Did we hit the Pig God's gunner?"

Old man Zhou smiled and said, "How can the gunner be considered by so many people siege? If the Pig God runs out of the encirclement, he will be found and killed alone, but he will not be considered by the gunner."

"The only one who can be called a gunner for the younger generation is Wu Dafa's grandson Wu Hao."

The young man curled his lips: "Isn't it just a leopard secretly? I've also hit a bear."

Old man Zhou said seriously: "Then you can also squat a leopard to show everyone! If you hit a bear, how many did Wu Hao hit?"
To be continued...