Happy Little Mayor

Atulu lifted his bow and arrow very high, his arrow shaft pointed to the sky almost forty-five degrees, and with his five big and three thick looks, Wang Bo felt quite handsome from the back.

However, he was puzzled: "Shoot ?!"

As soon as his voice fell, the sharp arrow flew out instantly. With a sound of ‘嗖’, the shaft of the arrow flew obliquely into the sky, eventually falling, and almost half of the shaft was plunged into the ground.

And that big possum was penetrated terribly.

Uncle Bing and Li Xing immediately applauded and shouted, "Great! Great! Great!"

Wang Bo did not expect that Aturu's ability to shoot arrows was so strong. The possum was not too close to them, forty to fifty meters.

Speaking verbally, it is close to forty or fifty meters, which can be converted into a possum. That far, Pharaoh can barely see its position.

Atulu was able to shoot the mouse in a projectile manner, which shows how deep the skill is.

With a triumphant smile, Dao Maori said: "I bet you must be curious how I became the tribal chief, this is the answer!"

Wang Bo said: "I always thought it was because of your grandma."

Little Lori said: "I thought you were the fattest in the family."

Atulu blinked and said, "Of course, what you two said is also part of the answer, but mainly because I have the strongest bow-hunting ability."

Bow and arrow hunting is a Maori tradition, and they keep these traditions well.

Eva said in surprise: "Your archery skills are so good, why don't you usually play bows and arrows?"

Atulu shrugged and said, "I'm playing, but I'm not playing in Sunset Town. We have a bow-hunting club in Olympic City. I am a heavy member."

Wang Bo understands this. Looking at his weight, he is definitely a heavyweight.

The power of the projectile was really great and terrible. Half of the arrow shaft was inserted into the ground. Wang Bo pulled it out with force.

As for the possum, it was terrible, Pharaoh couldn't bear to look at it, and it was unlucky to die like this.

"Tell you an up-and-coming little knowledge, you must not know, now the theory of using rifles is based on projectiles. Every time your sl8 fires, it is projectiles."

Finally caught the opportunity to pretend, Aturu began to show off.

Wang Bo really didn't know this unpopular knowledge, he said suddenly: "Bullets are ejected? No?"

"Of course, otherwise, why do you think the ruler on the gun is used? During World War I, the heavy machine gunners were so difficult to train because they would use projectiles to fight. "Said Uncle Bing.

Atulu shrugged, regretfully missed the opportunity.

However, he had already installed the best one. After seeing the magic skills he showed, Li Xing and Uncle Bing and others have reconciled the marksman.

Uncle Bing even wanted to switch back to the crossbow. British special forces did not use bows much, but used crossbow more.

But a total of five light crossbows already have a master, and he can only hold a recurve bow.

There were countless possums in the ranch, and Wang Bo took a few steps forward to get a rat out of the hole.

He turned on the red laser to locate the mouse. As a result, the mouse ran fast and was covered by forage grass. The laser could not fix it.

Furious, the Pharaoh simply pulled the trigger and shot it first.

With a sigh, the short crossbow flew out and passed through the grass in an instant, hitting the possum's **** precisely.

This possum died was also unbearable. After the strong man carried it back, Qingyang touched his bottom and said, "If I will be born into an animal in the next life, then I must be a starfish."

Little Rory asked curiously, "Why? Is it because the starfish is beautiful?"

That Qingyang smiled and didn't answer, Pharaoh answered to her: "Because the starfish has only a mouth and no ******* This opossum was shot to death by the chrysanthemum, not only painful but also humiliated!

Unfortunately, Pharaoh was purely blind this time, and his luck was no longer so good.

Xiao Wang was impatient behind him. After shooting again, it emerged, like a tank equipped with a high-speed train engine, and blasted up.

The opossum almost didn't get scared to death when he found it, but fortunately there was a rat hole next to it, and he hurried into it.

Xiao Wang ran and stumbled, and ran back without finding the opossum.

The Zhuang Ding saw next to him. He immediately took out the elder brother's style and ran to find the mouse hole in three or two steps. The big claw is like two shovel. Even digging with a band planer quickly enlarged the mouse hole to the size of a basin.

The rat in the hole is probably aggressive, and it is also unlucky to meet such a real predator.

The possum's cave is generally not very deep. The strong man quickly expands the hole and then carries the princess over. The princess looks into the cave with a probe and looks into it. The little paw stretches in and soon drags a fat mouse out.

Then it got in again, and every time it came out, it had a little mouse in its mouth.

All in one!

"Even the cubs were slaughtered. It's not humane. This is called genocide!" Kid said weakly.

Wang Bo said with a light crossbow: "Cut the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze will blow again! I just want to exterminate them, of course this is just a dream!"

"Is it too hard?"

"Why don't you say ruthless when they eat Laozi's forage grass roots? Without grass roots, aren't they also genocidal?"

There were a lot of mice in the ranch. A few mice ran out in the blink of an eye, and one rattled on the female mouse.

A red dot was positioned on it, and Wang Bo aimed and pulled the trigger.

With laser aiming, the accuracy of the light crossbow is still very high. Before, he often missed because it was difficult to aim at moving targets.

The crossbow fired and penetrated from the male to the female. Kidd walked over to Elizabeth and said, "The boss is so cruel, and every time he commits a tragedy."

Elizabeth glanced at him calmly and said, "Remove your hand from me, talk well, and hold my shoulders?"

In addition to hunting mice, they also have a lot of rabbits in their hands. Hare's reproduction ability is comparable to mice, so they are also a harm in the pasture.

Looking at the fat hare that ran out from time to time, Wang Bo was sad: "Do you say that it is useful for us to hunt mice? There are so many rabbits that hunted mice to make room for rabbits, right?"

Li Xingdao: "Your rabbit here is delicious. Why not sell it as an animal?"

Wang Bo shook his head and said, "New Zealanders don't like rabbit meat."

Li Xingdao: "Then sell little rabbits. I think the rabbit breeds here are mainly white or pure black. They are very cute."

"Will New Zealanders raise rabbits for pets?" Wang Bo asked.

Hani thought for a while and said, "This is quite a lot. Well, Lee provides a good way out. You can tell tourists that a New Zealand dollar can take a little rabbit."

"I'm willing to send it for free without paying any money!" Pharaoh said. (To be continued.)