Chapter 206: Catching and killing pigs

Author: Li Xiansen, Old City

Chapter 206: Catching and killing pigs

Old Man Zhou learned that there were old hunters guarding the north, and carefully explained how to fight and wait until everyone finished their meals.

A part of the people followed the pigs north, and he led a team of people to the west of the pigs, and Brother Zhang Liang and others also accompanied him.

Wu Hao drove the car and walked west for 120 miles, stopped to camp and rest. The pigs gathered nearly thirty miles southwest of him.

Almost three days have passed. The Pig God should have just arrived at the location and wanted to get closer, but unfortunately, the geographical conditions do not allow it.

A few miles ahead of the camp, there is a small river flowing from the south to the north, and five meters widest to the ice. When a wild boar runs over, it will inevitably get stuck.

Although it is nearly thirty miles away, the wild boar is not hungry and does not stop when he is hungry. It is easy to run to this place. When he is frightened, he can run to the dark side in one breath.

Several people had the same idea as him, guarding the riverside in the forest to the south.

These people could not stop the pigs who were scared by the explosives even if they fired their guns. Some people on both sides would throw detonators.

They were closer to the open space to the west in a straight line. Even if they were guarding the ten-mile-long river, with mountains and forests blocking it, it was hard to say whether a few people could encounter a herd of pigs.

Wu Hao got up in the morning and finished his meal, left the tent in place, and took the dog and mink to the north to catch rabbits, but still used the old method.

More than a dozen fishing nets block the hole, and the dog blocks the rabbit hole without fishing nets around. This time he is only responsible for opening the hole.

Damao Ermao stood in front of the rabbit hole and lowered her head. She was unhappy. She was too tiring to chase the rabbit. If there were trees nearby, she would never come down.

Now that I don’t run away, I’m greedy for honey. When my unscrupulous owner is at home, I will give them a bite of honey only for three days.

Now that I am holding a honey bottle, I don’t force it. It’s up to them to decide whether to enter the hole.

The first big hair couldn't stand it anymore. It grabbed its trouser legs and raised its head and opened its mouth, and had to eat a bite before working.

The mink had to coax it, Wu Hao gave them a bite, then covered the bottle and squatted down and pointed at the rabbit hole.

Ermao crawled in and chased him along the smell, and Damao ran to another hole and crawled in.

Wu Hao stood up and looked at the southwest sky. Today, the pigs may be gathering together, and "pig slices" will start tomorrow.

At the latest, he would "form" and circle around the day after tomorrow. He would catch a rabbit for one day tomorrow, and then wait for the wild boar to come and catch the stutter.

This river cannot block wild boars. The narrow river surface in the forest is several miles long and only more than two meters wide. The wild boars can run over.

He looked at the sky and observed where the magpies flew more. These guys were like vultures, with many animals below. They would also circle around to see if there was any food to eat.

There were many magpies flying southwest, and they couldn't see clearly when they flew away. Screams came from the entrance of the cave next to him. He hurried over and picked up the rabbit to open the ribbon.

Give Damao a bite of honey and let it continue chasing.

This place is far away from the village, with many rabbit nests and many rabbits. Sometimes two or three can run out of a hole.

He ran back and forth, opening the fishing net and re-arranged the fishing nets. He harvested forty-one rabbits when the sun was west.

Damao Ermao lay on the ground and pretended to be dead. Wu Hao packed the rabbits in sacks and put them on his shoulders and returned to the camp for dinner.

While he was resting, the pigs came to a forest less than twenty miles south of the grassland to eat and go to bed.

They were still scattered in a few forests around tonight, and the hunters following the distance made fires to cook. Today, the wind was even stronger, and the ten-meter-high canopy was shaking.

In a valley southwest of the pigs, the old Zhoutou group was also having a meal, so he carefully explained the precautions.

The next morning, I sent someone to listen to the boar's chirping.

Pigs are different from people when they are mate. They don’t know how to yell, but they ride a sow at the same time when they fight.

Hunters kept a distance from the forest according to their calls, and they wanted to beware of wild boars "setting up their formation" today.

After all, it doesn’t take too long for pigs, but the number of times depends on physical strength. If it’s more than three times, it won’t work. You need to eat to replenish your physical strength.

There are too many eggs, some start eating after finishing their work, and some are still fighting, and they only stop at night.

The next morning, Old Zhou ordered the carriage and dog to be left in place and people to watch. More than 20 people lined up to walk north, standing in half a mile, holding detonators and grenades in their hands.

Zhang Liang was also heading north to the west of the pigs. He was a little afraid of the wild boars, but in order to make his name, he gritted his teeth into the mountain.

Others are light-fitting, and he brings a lot of things northwards.

I held a cannon in my hand, carried a leather bag, and carried a bag on my shoulders. It was bulging inside, and I had to eat it, including bean bags, a piece of meat and a bag of matches.

Beware of falling into the ditch again, fearing that you will starve and freeze to death. Today's wind blows snow on the ground.

There may be a blizzard at night. Old Zhou said that the blizzard is not big, but today I can’t hit the Pig God, so it’s hard to find it again.

Zhang Liang is not afraid of the difficulty in finding the pig god, and is afraid of finding it in the ditch himself.

When he walked to the west of the pigs, he asked his brothers to line up as Lao Zhou said, and walked north to a landblock to scratch his head.

When I came, I asked the old hunter in the village where the pig god would run. This old hunter was also a gunner.

Analysis for him, if the Pig God is very old, 90% will run north and then cross the pasture to the deep mountains.

He is a gunner, even better than Old Zhou. He told him to take the cannon to the north and lie on the high ground to block the intersection. The closer the high ground to the intersection, the better. After all, the attack distance of the cannon is not far.

The pigs ran quickly, so they lie down more than ten miles away from the pigs. The pigs would get there much slower.

Zhang Liang scratched his head because he was afraid of being caught by wild boars. Thinking that hunting was not as good as Wu Hao, Deng Daliu even mocked him and gritted his teeth and continued to go northeast.

He deliberately avoided those who were heading east, and could still hear the cry of cannons and eggs four or five miles north of the pig herd.

At this time, some pigs were still fighting and some were still eating. He was much more relieved and there were three forks in front of him.

In the northwest and northeast, he heard from the old gunners that the three main roads were walking in the middle, and the path was less than two meters wide. The old gunner said that the Pig God must have walked on a narrow road.

The wild boar following behind would step on its footprints. Zhang Liangxin walked ten miles north to meet a high ground.

This place is already northwest, with high forests on both sides of the road. There is a heavy snow bag at the corner of the northwest, which is more than three meters high and six or seven meters wide.

Zhang Liang walked over and looked around. The snow bag was tightly surrounded by tightness, and there was no hole in the ground wall, nor the hole in the hole, nor frost.

The forests on both sides of the snow bag are very high, and wild boars can only run along the mountain road six or seven meters west of the snow bag. This location is suitable for shooting.

But there was a big pit in the southeast of Xuebao that made him feel uncomfortable. It was too late to choose this place and find other places.

Zhang Liang looked at the surroundings with poplar trees. It was difficult to climb up and aim at it. The distance between the pit was quite far.

He didn't believe that he could fall in after he had a snow bag, so he came to the northwest corner of the snow bag, where the wind was blown away.

I climbed up and slashed downwards. The snow was very hard. There must be stones under such a high snow bag, and it might be a small mountain bag.

He lay on the top and looked south with confidence. It was facing the path, and the wild boar ran northeast and northwest, and he could shoot in the middle.

Zhang Liang pressed forward and pressed the snow at the end of the snow bag. It was still very hard, and the bottom was like a small slide.

He could slip from here and play, and then look at the surrounding snow slopes. The wild boar would definitely not be able to climb up. After rest assured, he stood up and took the skin on his back and started to wear it.

This is actually a brown bear skin, and it is new. It should have been beaten to death for a few days and scraped off the fat and stretched it.

The bear's head was completely stripped off, and his limbs were healthy. Zhang Liang only showed his face on his head.

Like a hat, you can use a rope to tie the chin to fix the bear's head, and there are ropes to fix the bear's arms and legs.

He is 1.8 meters tall, and this bear skin is only reaching the crook of his thigh, which is enough. The main purpose is to prevent it from falling into the pit and freezing to death.

The second is to scare wild boars. I don’t believe that even wild boars may dare to urge him in brown bear skins? Can they still be caught by wild boars on snow bags?

Zhang Liang was preparing to wait for the pig on the snow bag. Wu Hao did not catch a rabbit today. He was waiting for the pig god next to the forest to the east of the river.

Today, he put away the tent and hid the carriage behind the high slopes in the forest. He and the dog hid in the snow bag less than 100 meters away from the river and looked towards the southwest path.

The wild boar ran to the river and stuck it, and he fired, with a 100-meter buffer in front of him.

If there are really eggs coming over, the dog can completely stop it.

Hunters in the West have begun to approach the pig herd.

The pigs in front have gathered on the high ground, some are playing and fighting, while others have begun to surround the Pig God.

There are so many wild boars walking around loudly.

The smoke and snow in the open space were blown by the wind, and the pigs could not see people, nor could they see pigs.

The hunter was hiding behind the tree and was unable to open his eyes by the wind and snow. He could only lower his head and approach quietly. He started climbing the tree at a hundred meters away.

The pine trees are easy to climb, and there are highlands nearby. Be careful with grenades, and they want to go up to the highlands by the forest.

Old Zhou was still coming to the high ground beside the forest to observe. Through the forest, he could see that there were more pigs a hundred meters away than he had imagined.

He guessed that there might be 370 or 80 wild boars, and the wind is quite strong now, and it will be snowstorms before use.

"Un~"

The sound of roars came from the smoke and dust. The sound was louder than the roar of a tiger, but it was not as penetrating as the tiger's scream.

The hunters around him couldn't help but feel trembling when they heard this. This must be the God of Pig!

It's right in the middle of the pigs.

A figure sat at the highest point of the hill, and the pig could not see the sky above his head, but it sat looking at the sky ahead.

The fangs on both sides of the mouth stand upright towards the sky, and the exposed ones are one foot long, while the fangs of other wild boars are like scimitars.

Its fangs are like a pale yellow dagger, with sharp and straight front ends.
To be continued...