If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 881 Bandit Brother and Sister
"Hey, that was in the past, our small town was too backward and remote, there was no electricity, and there was no radio coverage. Now the outside world has really changed a lot. For example, let me tell you that the Soviet Union is now Young people don’t hunt anymore, or the hunting place has changed, and they don’t go to the forest anymore.”

"Where do you go hunting if you don't go to the forest?"

"They went hunting in a place called a song and dance hall. The women wore bubble hair and big waves, how come from 'Marilyn Monroe', the men had big backs, and some were like the Beatles with flared pants and lapel shirts, The overall style is in line with Elvis Presley, and almost everyone can get up with a few guitars and go to the dance hall every day."

"What kind of new hunting tool is the guitar? Is Elvis a new breed of animal that is unique to Moscow? The dance hall... Doesn't sound like a place for hunting."

"The guitar is a musical instrument, who sings songs. Elvis Presley is a person. He is very coquettish, so he is called Elvis Presley. As for the dance hall, it is a song and dance hall. Young people sing and dance in it. The girls hug each other and shake to the music."

The huntress from Moscow said that she was excited, chatting while drinking, and old Arian sat on the kang with wide-eyed eyes and tried to accept new affairs from Moscow, which was three thousand kilometers away. A few comments on my old ideas will make the "new era woman" of the huntress laugh out loud.

"By the way, old man, I ran outside for a while and didn't see my family. Is your house nearby?" After chatting for a while, the huntress suddenly remembered something and asked.

"No." The old hunter nodded, "my family is the only one nearby, and everyone else is in the town. If you want to see other families, you have to go into the town. When the snowstorm stops tomorrow, I will show you the way and walk along the railroad tracks , It doesn’t matter if the railroad track is buried, just remember the avenue left in the middle of the coniferous forest, it’s easy to recognize and you can basically walk on the right track, and you’ll arrive at the town in about two hours.”

"Then what if the blizzard doesn't stop?"

"Then we just have to wait. The meat in the house is enough for the two of us to eat for three days." The old hunter said, "But after so many years, I haven't encountered a three-day blizzard in a row. You can actually leave as soon as the snow outside weakens." gone."

"It feels quite dangerous. You are the only family in the suburbs. If there is an emergency, there is no one to help."

"Where did the emergency come from? Haven't I encountered too many things in these years? I haven't come here like that." The old hunter always has the self-confidence of the old hunter.In other words, the elderly all have this kind of confidence in no reason, which comes from an invisible and intangible thing called "experience", but they often ignore that "experience" needs to rely on "strength" to Execution, it turns out that they always confuse the two, and they don't say that sentence until they suffer a loss: it's not good to be old.

"Why don't the old man move to live near my house, and we can come here to hunt together in normal times. I also want to learn hunting skills and there are not many people in the town who can teach me!" The huntress suddenly said with great interest.

"Are you going to live in the town for a while? Are you not going back to Moscow?" Old Aryan asked suspiciously.

"Should... I won't go back for a short time. My father and I have returned from Moscow and will live in the town for a long time. What you said before, old man, is actually correct. Sometimes the changes outside are too fast. When the people who go out can't accept it, they will naturally come back, maybe your son will come back to you someday."

Old Aryan held the vodka for a long time, and there seemed to be light in his eyes. He didn't know whether it was the light of the stove or something else. He suddenly took a few sips of vodka and said, "Not sure! Really not sure!"

"That's right, it's not necessarily true!" the huntress said with a grin.

"By the way, girl, do you have a lover?"

"Well, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"When my son came back in the early years, he always said that he didn't have time to ask for a wife. I feel that you are not much different in age."

"No, really no, old man, I am actually much older than you look."

"Don't talk about this first, don't talk about this first, let me show you this first, a picture of my son."

"I'll take a look"

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Knock, knock, the door of the wooden house was knocked.

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Just as the huntress was leaning towards old Aryan, there was a knock on the door of the wooden house, loud and hasty.

"Someone is here again." Old Aryan stopped taking out the photo, and looked at the wooden door strangely.

"It seems that I am not the only one who is unlucky tonight." The huntress also froze for a moment and said with a strange smile.

"I'll go and open the door. I'll show you the photo when I come back, and you can see if it suits you!" Old Alian still didn't give up on finding a spouse for his son whom he hadn't seen for a long time. He hadn't seen such a cute girl for a long time, and he thought that if he had a daughter to raise, this would be what he would look like!

"Slow down, old man, what if your son comes back with a wife and even a son? Then I won't be embarrassed!" The huntress joked while eating bread and looking at the old Arian who opened the door.

"I'm not sure! What will happen in the future is certain!" Old Arian waved his hands and walked to the wooden door and opened the door. The door was only opened, and the blizzard roared from the outside and hung up. The warm room was dyed a touch of dark blue by the squeezed air.

"By the way, old man, your son"

The huntress looked at the old Arian who opened the door, and before she was about to say something, a loud noise that could not be suppressed by a snowstorm exploded, and the old man at the door seemed to have been hit in the chest by a hammer, and he flew out and knocked over the stove The teapot fell flat on the ground, and gray gunpowder smoke poured in from the door, along with a pair of shoes and two black shotgun barrels.

Two men wearing bearskin jackets walked in quickly from the door, a man and a woman. The man stood in front and held a double-barreled shotgun, and the woman hid behind her head to observe the life and death of the shot old man.

"Overturned overturned overturned overturned! Brother! The old man fell over!" The woman screamed in a high-pitched and excited voice, and the freckles on half of her face exposed on the brown collar were swollen with blood.

"Trash, you still scolded us for stealing his prey? This killed him and moved him home! Larisa, go find the secret cabinet where he is hiding. He said before in the town that his son Send him rubles." The tall man said in a muffled voice, and his words were full of low-level excitement... the excitement after the murder.

The man walked in and closed the wooden door that was whistling in the blizzard behind him, and the woman in the bear hat behind him also sneaked in cleverly, bent down to try to check that the old guy who was shot on the ground was definitely not dead, after all, such things as earthy shotguns kill people The strength is limited, and the people here are all wearing thick clothes, so it may not be possible to survive.

But just as the woman in the bear hat took a step closer, a screaming wind sounded in her ears, and her outstretched right hand was torn away by a huge force, and she staggered and slammed into the stove beside her, followed by a burst of pain. all over the body.

"Ah!" The woman in the bear hat suddenly screamed violently. She turned her head to look in horror, and found that her right hand was nailed to the iron plate by the stove by a wooden arrow, and white smoke continued to emit from the back of her hand touching the hot iron plate. Burnt to produce a strange aroma.

"Damn! Why are there still people!" The tall man yelled, turned around, and shot into the depths of the house with his gun. On the table in the wooden house, the second bullet from the shotgun directly exploded half of the wooden table but did not hurt anyone.

The figure who turned down the kang was of course the female hunter. She bent down and rushed towards the tall man with a wooden bow in her hand. At the same time, she began to draw the bow fully. The tension was fierce, and the adrenaline was rushing in this sudden speed of life and death. The moment the gun barrel closed, the female hunter also rushed in front of him!

He thrust the barrel forward abruptly, and the huntress also raised the fully drawn wooden bow in her hand.

"Brother! Don't!" Someone in the wooden house yelled sadly. The person who yelled was the huntress who was nailed to the stove.

The two gun barrels aimed at the huntress's face, but the trigger did not go down, because the arrow on the wooden bow was also aimed at the neck of the woman in the bear hat in front of the fire.

When the gun rang, the wooden bow would definitely come out, and two people would die instantly in this room.

"Who the hell are you?" The tall man lowered his head and stared distortedly at the good-looking huntress in front of him and yelled, speaking in Russian, both he and the woman in the bear hat were facing Caucasian Russians.

"I should ask this question, who the hell are you? A robber?" The huntress stared at the tall man and said with a ferocious expression.

"Brother, help me!" The woman in the bear hat by the stove was still wailing, her left hand was unconscious, and the back of her hand that was stuck on the iron sheet was scorched black.

"Move the bow and arrow." The tall man growled.

"Put the gun away," said the huntress coldly.

"Impossible! You fucking let go first."

"You let me put the bow?"

"Dare you son of a bitch!"

"If I, a son of a bitch, dare to shoot, then you don't dare to shoot?"

"Don't you fucking force me!"

"What's wrong with forcing you? Is your sister on the stove?"

"You fucking move your bow!"

"You fucking know how to shoot!"

Obscenities, full of angry emotions poured out one after another amidst the crackling of the flames, one after another, until everyone was tired of talking and shut their mouths, but the wooden bow and shotgun never stopped. The slightest movement.

The light from the stove cast the shadows of the three people on the ceiling, the bowstring trembled slightly, the finger before the trigger was sweating and trembling slightly, the woman in the bear hat was still screaming and wailing, blood was dripping from the old hunter on the ground , even the real blizzard finally arrived at the wooden house at this time, roaring like an angry dragon outside the house, and the stalemate of the Cold War inside the wooden house was suffocating.

At this moment, everyone in the house suddenly heard a knock on the door, a rhythmic knock on the door.

(End of this chapter)