Build a farm from the mountains

Chapter 205 The only young gunner is Wu Hao
The carriage entered the grassland to the west, and the big-haired and two-haired man 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 foam, Da Mao Er Mao closed his eyes and was covered in snow.

The two of them shook their heads and shook their hairs, jumped onto Rhubarb next to it, slid down from its belly, and squeezed between it and White Spot.

There was no room between the two dogs. Da Mao lay down and kicked his belly with his hind legs and patted it with his front paws. He wanted to hide in the middle to avoid being blown by the wind and snow.

Although the two dogs have a bad temper, they now have a look of helplessness on their faces, especially Rhubarb, who, like the golden retriever, has folds all over his face when he bows his head down.

It got angry and took the two minks to no avail. Since it was a child, it couldn't bite them, so it had to move its body to make room for them to lie down.

The carriage went west along the forest in the south, and Wu Hao leaned on the tent to let Heifeng move freely around the snow pack.

There are few rabbit holes and no big pits by the forest, as long as the direction is not biased, it doesn't matter how the black wind goes.

He looked up at the sky and at the tops of the poplar trees. Even if the two days of Chinese New Year were sunny and sunny, there was wind at high altitude, and it started to blow at low altitude these few days.

The forest was calm, but some pine treetops began to shake at the edge of the forest, especially a small whirlwind had already blown in the pasture.

The sky was getting darker day by day, Wu Hao frowned and sighed: "This pig god is not easy to fight, there is going to be a snowstorm."

Maybe it will blow tomorrow, maybe it will blow in three or five days, he can tell, but he can't be sure when the wind will blow.

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

Twenty miles to the southeast of the moving pig herd, there was also a group of people looking at the sky. The oldest was in his 40s, and the youngest was in his early twenties.

These were from the countryside, there were nearly 30 of them, ten of them carried guns, others had one or two detonators pinned to their waists, and some carried two hand grenades.

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

Hand grenades are difficult to obtain, but there is no shortage in the village. In order to kill wild boars, you can give a few to trustworthy people.

There are some marle seeds and firecrackers on the bullock cart next to it, which seems to be well prepared.

Because killing wild boars makes money.

Most of the old hunters lived in the villages around the village, and the group of people from the village didn't know how to beat the pig god.

Lighting the fire yesterday did not attract any serious hunters, but now that the wind is strong, the smoke dissipates as it floats above the tops of the trees.

There are forests and hills blocking it, and the wild boars can't see the smoke, but when people stand on a high place and find smoke, they will come to discuss solutions together.

After less than half an hour of research, four bullock carts came from the southeast, with salutes and firecracker ropes pulled on them.

These 20 people were from the village in the south of the township, and they brought similar things to them. Less than ten people had guns.

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

He looks old, but in fact he is over 70 years old. This is an old hunter, and he was also invited by everyone.

When the old man heard the wild boar going to a certain place, he was sure that there was a pig god, because the last time he went into the mountain, he followed a pig god gathering.

At that time, he didn't dare to fight, but this time he didn't want to come, and a group of people invited him to come again.

The old man, surnamed Zhou, is a little over 1.7 meters tall and of medium build. Some people in the village recognize him and call him "Old Zhou" respectfully.

Others had heard of this person and showed great respect.

An old hunter can't do it, can he?
There were strange people in ancient times, and there were righteous men like Da Dao Wang Wu a few years ago, and the old hunter is not a strange person, but he should not be underestimated.

Today's hunters and doctors, including those who talk about gods and gods, cannot be offended, especially if they have a good reputation.

These old guys are not only good in the mountains, they are good at everything, and they can deceive people anywhere.

Experts are among the people, and people should not be underestimated.

Old man Zhou nodded with everyone and looked up at the sky like Wu Hao and sighed: "A blizzard is coming!"

When the wind really blows, let alone whether you can see the pigs, those who are not familiar with the mountain roads may get lost.

Someone said: "It seems that it won't be scraped off in three to five days."

Old man Zhou agreed with his words, lowered his head and asked, "Where did the pigs go, and how far is it?"

Someone replied: "The distance is twenty miles, go straight to the north."

Old man Zhou closed his eyes and built a map in his mind like Wu Hao, and he was still muttering: "The pigs have been gathered for three days, and the number is close to [-]."

"There are more and more gatherings. There are two large pine and oak forests near the pasture in the north, and the highland in the middle is big enough."

After he finished talking, he began to arrange how to fight the pig god, which was similar to Wu Hao's idea. The rectangle surrounded three sides and let the east side go.

Leave 30 people in the south and follow the pigs first. It is safe for everyone to walk together. There may not be anything in the forest two miles beside a mountain road.

Even a tiger can't see it.

Lao Zhou led other people to the west to block the retreat of the pigs, and lined up people on three sides. If the wild boars dared to come after the gunfire, they would throw a grenade and let them run east.

After he made arrangements, the young man with the four dogs was unhappy, and complained in a low voice: "So many people shoot, who is going to kill the pig god?"

A captain replied: "All pigs, including the pig gods, will share equally. Those who watch the bullock carts will be paid, and we will share among the existing people."

"Hide in the dark and pick up the missing ones. If you hunt them down, you count yourself. If you don't hunt wild boars, you will have no money. If there are too many wild boars, the village will send bulldozers to clear the way and use the Great Liberation to pull the pigs."

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

"Why?" The young man immediately became unhappy, why did he exclude him?

Old Zhou looked up to the sky and sighed: "We old guys can't walk anymore, young people, one generation is not as good as one generation!"

"The longer the pigs go, the more they will be. If there are more than [-] wild boars, there will be [-] or [-] wild boar eggs inside."

"Among them, there were eight if not ten heads who had dug their graves, and twenty or thirty of those who opened their mouths to eat meat."

Old Zhou looked at him and sneered: "Let's not talk about your dog calling to scare away pigs, even if you are far away, if you open your mouth and see dogs and people, you will definitely lead the pigs to rush."

The young man's face was ugly, and it would be difficult to deal with a wild boar that suddenly came out, and the herd of pigs would definitely kill him.

Old Zhou Tou reminded: "If you bring a dog, tie the dog to the high ground, and stay away from the pigs to pick up leaks. If you dare to scare the pigs away, you will be clean if you don't get the shit out!"

The others sneered, it's more than just shooting shit. They dare not shoot when they encounter roe deer in the mountains these days. Those who can come know something about hunting and have been reminded.

If you really scare away wild boars, at least your legs will be broken. Everyone's main goal is the pig god, and no one will offend a group of people because of a small mistake.

Lao Zhoutou also reminded that after approaching the herd of pigs, he must go to the high ground on the tree, otherwise hundreds of wild boars would run away and might be killed.

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

Old Zhou smiled and said: "Deng Liuzi's father is also a leader, but it's a pity that Wu Dafa left too early."

Hearing the previous sentence, Deng Daliu was a little embarrassed. Someone saw his purpose, and Deng Liuzi reminded him.

Shooting and throwing detonators in the west, the probability of Zhu Shen going to the west is less than [-]%, and the probability of going southwest to Daxinganling is less than [-]%.

There is an [-]% chance of running south and then going west. As for the probability of going north into the pasture, the probability is even smaller, if the pig god is old.

It must be afraid of the rabbit hole in the pasture. Its body is too heavy, and it is easy to fall into the hole when running without breaking its legs.

Not to mention running towards Lao Maozi, if people see it with binoculars, such a big pig will definitely use the AK to chug.

The old pig god should have experienced this after living for decades.

If the pigs dare to gather near Lao Maozi's side camp, they will not only use hand grenades like in the south!
Deng Daliu listened to Uncle Liu, and he chose to come to the south.

Hearing the last sentence of Wu Dafa, Deng Daliu's face turned ugly. He is called Wu Pao, who is one level higher than the hunter and has meritorious service.

The old man had a look of admiration when he mentioned Wu Dafa, and he was perfunctory when he said that Uncle Six was his father.

Everyone's discussion was different. Those present who didn't know Wu Dafa had also heard from the elders that he had not only hunted tigers, but also had real hunting skills.

There are still people with meritorious deeds, and they cannot be denied by just saying that they are not convinced.

Does a gunner who is good at hunting let everyone talk about it?

That's different, the same 20-year-old went to the mountains to hunt, and if someone saw it, they would say, "Oh, go to the mountains to hunt."

You can tell what you think by looking at the expression. The little hairy kid still hunts?

When they see those who are capable, they will say: Oh, the gunner went to the mountains to hunt.

The same words have absolutely different meanings. Even if the second type is not disrespectful, they will still speak seriously.

Comparing two young people together can make the mentality of incompetence explode.

A few young men tied their dogs to the ox cart and asked, "Do we count as gunners if we hit pigs?"

Old man Zhou laughed and said, "With so many people besieged, how can you count as a gunner? If the pig god escaped from the encirclement, he would not be considered a gunner if he was found and killed alone."

"Only Wu Hao, the grandson of Wu Dafa, can be called a gunner in the younger generation."

The young man curled his lips: "Isn't it just sneaking up on a leopard? I also shot a bear."

Old man Zhou said seriously: "Then you squat a leopard for everyone to see! You beat a bear, how many did Wu Hao kill?"

"Three or five of you lead the dog into the mountains to hunt together, and Wu Hao leads the dog alone to do it alone. He is really capable, can you compare?"

"Even if you beat Pig God, you are not a gunner if you have no other record!"

"Not bad!" Everyone knows how to hunt. Wu Hao is at least a young gunner when he fights leopards and bears. He is only 19 years old, and no one can compare with the young people in the village.

It's not just about being unconvinced.

Young and energetic, even the young militiamen who were not hunting were holding back their energy. If the pig god really escaped, they would find him and beat him to death.

Even if they are not gunners, at least they can raise their heads and speak in front of Wu Hao when entering the mountain, at least they don't have to lower their heads in others' hearts.

The people from the south of the township started to warm themselves by the fire, and they were going to rush to the west to block the pigs.

As soon as these people dispersed, Deng Daliu saw an acquaintance, and a smile appeared on his ugly face.

He laughed and said, "Isn't this the boar rider Zhang Liang!"

Everyone looked at the young man who bowed his head beside a fire, and they all laughed when they recognized it.

Zhang Liang came with three brothers, and he was very low-key. He was afraid of being mentioned about riding a pig. Now that someone said it to his face, he looked up and looked down.

You can't argue with him, it's embarrassing to argue about it.

Deng Daliu didn't let him go, and then taunted: "If you are caught by a pig once, you dare to come and hunt wild boars, aren't you afraid of taking you away again?"

Zhang Liang had a bad temper, and it was not easy for him to bear it once. He raised his head and said angrily, "Bee beep, break your three legs again!"

The other brothers also looked over. Deng Daliu was scared, but he couldn't keep silent. He squatted down and smiled, "I kindly remind you, stay away from the pigs and the ditch."

"Malay a coin drop!" Zhang Liang stood up and was about to fuck him, and his face was full of anger after being held down by his brother.

When he calmed down, he secretly rejoiced that thanks to his brother Wu Hao's attention to detail, he didn't tell about his bow.

Otherwise, you will be misled by others.

(End of this chapter)