Build a farm from the mountains

Chapter 206
Old man Zhou learned that there was also an old hunter guarding the north, and explained how to fight again carefully, waiting for everyone to finish eating.

Some people were left behind to follow the pig herd to the north, and he led a group of people to the west of the pig herd, Zhang Liang and the others also accompanied him.

Wu Hao drove 120 miles to the west and stopped to set up camp to rest. The pig herd gathered nearly [-] miles to the southwest of him.

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

A few miles in front of the camp, there is a small river flowing from the south to the north. The widest part of the ice surface is five meters.

Although it is nearly thirty miles away, the wild boar kicks the "accelerator" and does not stop hungry. It is easy to run here, and it can run to the dark in one breath when it is frightened.

A few people thought the same as him, guarding the river in the south forest.

These few people shooting guns can't stop the pigs who are frightened by the explosives, and there are people on both sides of them who will throw detonators.

They were closer to the open space to the west in a straight line. Even if they guarded the ten-mile-long river, blocked by mountains and forests, it was hard to say whether a few of them could meet the pigs.

Wu Hao got up in the morning and finished his meal, left the tent where it was, and led the dog and mink to the north to catch rabbits, still using the old method.

More than a dozen fishing nets blocked the entrance of the hole, and dogs also blocked the rabbit hole with no fishing nets around. He was only responsible for opening the hole this time.

Da Mao and Er Mao stand in front of the rabbit hole with their heads bowed and unhappy. The work of chasing rabbits is too tiring. If there are trees nearby, they will never come down.

Now that they don't run away, they are greedy for honey. When the unscrupulous masters are at home, they only give them a bite of honey for three days.

Now he gestures with a honey bottle, and he is not forced. It is up to the two of them to decide whether to enter the hole or not.

Da Mao was the first one who couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed his trouser leg and opened his mouth. He had to eat a bite before going to work.

Mink coaxed them to use it, Wu Hao gave them a bite each, then covered the bottle and squatted down to point to the rabbit hole.

Er Mao got in and chased after the scent, and Da Mao ran to another hole and got in.

Wu Hao stood up and looked towards the southwest sky. Today the herd of pigs may be almost gathered, and tomorrow the "pig slices" will start.

The day after tomorrow at the latest, he will "arrange" in circles, and he can still catch rabbits for a day tomorrow, and then wait for the wild boars to run over and get stuck.

This river can't hold back wild boars. The narrow part of the river in the forest is several miles long and only two meters wide. Wild boars can run across it.

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

There were many magpies flying to the southwest, and they could not be seen clearly when they flew far away. There was a scream from the hole next to him, and he hurried over to pick up the rabbit and open it.

Give Da Mao another mouthful of honey to let him continue chasing.

This side is far away from the village, there are many rabbit nests, and the number of rabbits is also large. Sometimes two or three rabbits can come out of a hole.

He was exhausted running back and forth to disembowel and rearrange the nets, and harvested 41 rabbits when the sun was in the west.

Da Mao and Er Mao lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead. Wu Hao packed the rabbit in a sack, put them on his shoulders and went back to the camp for dinner.

When he was resting, the pigs came to a forest less than twenty miles south of the pasture to eat and sleep.

They were still scattered in several forests around tonight, and the hunters following in the distance started a fire to cook. Today's wind is stronger, and the canopy of the ten-meter-high tree is shaking.

In a valley to the southwest of the pig herd, Lao Zhoutou and his group were also eating, and he explained the precautions carefully again.

The next morning, send someone to listen to the wild boar.

Pig mating is different from humans when they mate. They don't know how to cry, but when two pigs go to ride a sow at the same time, they will cry when they fight.

The hunters kept a distance and hid in the woods according to their calls. They had to guard against wild boars and "arranged" today.

After all, it doesn't take too long for pigs to do it, but the number of times depends on physical strength. If it exceeds three times, it will not work. You need to eat to replenish your physical strength.

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

Early the next morning, Old Zhou ordered the carriage and dogs to be left in place for people to watch. More than 20 people lined up to go north, standing every half a mile with detonators and grenades in their hands.

Zhang Liang was also heading north to the west of the pig herd. He was a little afraid of wild boars, but he gritted his teeth and entered the mountain in order to make a name for himself by beating the pig god.

Others are traveling lightly, and he brought a lot of things to the north.

With a cannon in his hand, a leather bag on his back, and a bag over his shoulder, the bag is full of food, including a bean bag, a piece of meat and a bag of matches.

Be prepared to fall into the ditch again, afraid of starving to death and freezing to death, today's wind blows the snow on the ground.

There may be a blizzard at night. Old Zhou said that the blizzard is not that big, but it is difficult to find Zhushen if he can't hit him today.

Zhang Liang is not afraid that the pig god is hard to find, but he is afraid that he will find it in a ditch.

When he reached the due west of the pig herd, he asked his brothers to line up according to the old Zhou Tou's instructions, and walked north by himself to a dirt bag to scratch his head.

When I came here, I asked the old hunter in the village where the pig god would go. This old hunter is also a gunner.

Give him an analysis, if the pig god is very old, [-]% of them will run north, and then stick to the grassland and go west into the mountains.

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

When the pigs run fast, let him lie more than ten miles away from the pigs, and the speed of the pigs will be much slower there.

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 taunted him, and he gritted his teeth and continued to go northeast.

He deliberately avoided people going east, and he could still hear the cries of cannon eggs in the periphery four or five miles north of the pig herd.

At this time, some pigs were still fighting, and some were still eating. He felt more relieved, and there were three forked roads in front of him.

Northwest and Northeast, he listened to the old gunner, the three main roads go in the middle, this small road is only less than two meters wide, the old gunner said that the pig god must take the narrow road.

The wild boars following behind would have trampled on its footprints, Zhang Liangxin, and walked ten miles north before encountering a high ground.

This place is already in the northwest, and the woods on both sides of the road are on a high terrain. There is a big snow bag at the northwest turn ahead, more than three meters high and six to seven meters wide.

Zhang Liang walked over and looked around, and found that the surroundings of the snow bag were very tight. There was no hole in the ground, and there was no frost.

The forests on the east and west sides of the snow bag are very high, and the wild boar can only run along the mountain road from six to seven meters west of the snow bag. This position is suitable for shooting.

But there was a big hole in the southeast of the snow bag, which made him uncomfortable, and it was too late to look for other places if he didn't choose this place.

Zhang Liang looked around and saw that there were still poplar trees all around. It was hard to climb up and it was hard to shoot. The pit was quite far away.

He didn't believe that he could fall into the snow bag even after he was on it, so he came to the northwest corner of the snow bag, where the porcelain was blown hard by the wind.

Stepping on the snow to climb up and dig down, the snow is very hard, there must be rocks under such a high snow bag, it may be a small mountain bag.

He lay down on it and looked south with confidence. This place was facing the path, and wild boars ran to the northeast and northwest, and he could shoot in the middle.

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

He can slip down from here to ski and play, and look at the snow slopes around him, wild boars will definitely not be able to climb up, so after rest assured, he stood up, took off the leather on his back and began to wear it.

This is actually a brown bear skin, and it is still new. It should have been killed a few days ago, and the fat has been scraped and stretched.

The bear's head was completely removed, and the limbs were sound. Zhang Liang put the bear's head on the head and only his face was exposed.

Like the hat, the bear's head can be attached to the chin with a rope, and the bear's arms and legs are also fixed with rope.

He is 1.8 meters, and the bear skin only reaches the crook of his thigh, which is enough. The main purpose is to prevent him from freezing to death in the pit.

The second is to frighten wild boars. Don’t you believe that wild boars dare to attack him wearing brown bear skin?Can you be caught by wild boars on the snow bag?

Zhang Liang was waiting for the pig on the snow bag, Wu Hao didn't catch the rabbit today, he was waiting for the pig god next to the forest on the east side of the small river.

Today, the tent was put away, the carriage was hidden behind the high slope in the woods, and he and the dog hid on the side of the snow pack less than a hundred meters away from the creek and looked towards the southwest path.

When the wild boar ran to the river and got stuck, he shot, and there was still a buffer of 100 meters ahead.

There are really cannon eggs running over, and the dog can completely stop them.

Western hunters have begun approaching the pigs.

The herd of pigs in front has gathered on the high ground, some are playing and playing, and some have already started to surround the pig god.

The noise of so many boars moving about,

The smoke and snow on the open space were blown all over the sky by the wind. Pigs couldn't see people, and people couldn't see pigs.

The hunter hid behind the tree and was blinded by the wind and snow, so he could only approach quietly with his head down, and began to climb the tree 100 meters away.

The pine trees are easy to climb, and there are high grounds nearby. Those with grenades proceed carefully, they are going to the high ground by the forest.

When Lao Zhou was old, he still came to the high ground beside the forest to observe. Through the forest, he could see that the number of pigs a hundred meters away was more than expected.

Looking at the area of ​​the smoke and dust, he guessed that there might be [-] or [-] wild boars. The wind is not strong now, and there will be a snowstorm before night.

"Ang~"

There was a sky-shattering roar in the middle of the smoke and dust. This sound was louder than the tiger's roar, but it was not as penetrating as the tiger's roar.

The hunters around couldn't help but tremble when they heard this, this must be the pig god!
Right in the middle of the herd of pigs.

A figure sat on the top of the hill. The pig could not see the sky above him, but he sat there looking at the sky ahead.

The tusks on both sides of the mouth are upright, and the exposed ones are a foot long. Some of the tusks of other wild boars are like scimitars.

Its fangs are like pale yellow daggers with sharp and straight ends.

It has black pig hairs all over its body, and they are all hard bristles.

For other wild boars, the hairs on the sides and lower abdomen are fine soft hairs, and the hairs all over the body are like "steel needles"!
Especially on the back, there are dense "steel needles" standing upside down.

If you look closely, you will find that the roots and tips of the pig hairs have turned white.

There are some big scars on it, and the pig hairs that grow back after healing are different from other places, sparse and thicker.

There is a long scar on the face that makes it hideous, but if you look closely, you will find a sense of vicissitudes in its eyes.

Combined with the white tip of its hair, it can be seen that this wild boar is very old, it should be in his early 40s.

Especially its size, the two-hundred-jin wild boar is Teddy beside it, it is not tall, but its body is very long.

It is much shorter than a cow, and it is close to an old cow in other respects.

It is the "pig god" that Ganshan people call it.

Although it is not a god, it has a special spirituality endowed with experience during its long life.

As if it had become a spirit, as if it had a special spiritual sense, after it roared, most of the wild boars started to run.

A small number of people are still fighting and playing outside, and some are looking down for things.

(End of this chapter)