The whole mountain is my hunting ground

"What is this kid talking about?" After hearing Zhao Jun say that he stole someone else's condom, the old man seemed a little unhappy and said, "I came here with a gun to help them kill the wild boar. Isn't it too much for me to take two thighs? "

"This is not an exaggeration." Zhao Jun responded, this is the rule, not to mention taking two thighs, you can take half a pig.

The old man said to Zhao Jun again: "Young man, follow me. If we see a wild boar, we will kill it and then remove our two thighs, one for you and one for me."

After the old man finished speaking, seeing that Zhao Jun was silent, he added: "It's just over a mile, and you can get there in just two steps."

When Zhao Jun heard this, he thought it would be okay to stay not far away. He has no shortage of wild boar meat to eat, but if he can bring it back to the acceptance team, he can give it to Ma Liang. Regardless of whether he learned anything from Ma Liang or not, he taught me seriously, and this was a personal favor.

This kind of favor becomes deeper the more it comes and goes.

"Okay, old man, I'll go with you."

Upon hearing Zhao Jun's promise, the old man smiled and said: "Then let's go forward and go through the forest. There is an old boy Guo in our brigade, and he is setting the trap at the front. Two days ago, he drove the sledge and slid it. The root of his tail was broken and broken. He can't go up the mountain now, so I'm thinking of helping him slip a condom."

"Let's go then." Zhao Jun followed the old man and walked into the forest. He didn't go far, and before he passed through the forest, he heard the sound of wild boar snoring in front of him.

"Don't leave." Hearing the sound of the wild boar, Zhao Jun quickly grabbed the old man.

The old man looked at Zhao Jun blankly. Only then did Zhao Jun realize that the old man was old and his ears might be a bit deaf. He didn't hear the sound of the wild boar.

"What's wrong, young man?" the old man asked Zhao Jun.

"Alas!" Zhao Jun sighed softly and said with a smile: "Old man, if I don't stop you, you will hit the wild boar."

As he spoke, Zhao Jun pointed forward, leaned into the old man's ear and said, "I heard it all. The pig is right in front."

"Really?" Hearing this, the old man squinted his eyes and looked ahead.

The forest was very dense, and the front was completely blocked by tree branches. It took them a long time to see the wild boar clearly.

A sow weighing 170 to 80 pounds was tied around its neck with a noose made of oil silk rope, and a fallen birch tree was tied to the other end of the oil silk rope.

The surrounding snow was scratched by the wild boar.

When he saw the wild boar, the old man became excited and said to Zhao Jun: "Young man, look at me and kill it now."

Hearing what the old man said, Zhao Jun laughed. This is the first time I see someone hunting before I shoot, I have to explain something.

But Zhao Jun knew that older people talk a lot. He patiently said to the old man: "Okay, then you can fight."

The old man chuckled, and his next move almost blinded Zhao Jun.

The old man dropped the gun from his palm, stood up in front of him, and pointed the gun at himself.

This startled Zhao Jun, and he was about to step forward to stop him, but saw the old man take out a large can from his hip pocket.

The bottle is filled with iron sand.

"Oh my god." Zhao Jun was stunned.

Seeing the old man pouring iron sand into the barrel of the gun, Zhao Jun said blankly: "Ouch, old man, what are you doing?"

"We're hunting wild boars." The old man looked at Zhao Jun with a puzzled look on his face and said, "We're already here, why don't we hunt pigs?"

"No." Zhao Jun said, "Just use this to beat pigs."

Zhao Jun recognized the gun and knew that the old man's gun was special. It could pour iron sand from the front and use it as a sand gun. It can also be opened and loaded.

Filled with iron sand, it is used to hunt squirrels, hares, and sand pheasants. Loading the bullet means hunting wild boar, roe deer, and deer.

From the beginning, I heard this old man say that he wanted to hunt wild boars. Zhao Jun only thought that he was going to load the bullet.

Unexpectedly, the old man actually filled the gun with iron sand.

You must know that the wild boar has rough skin and thick flesh. You can pour iron sand into it and hit it without breaking the skin. So why don't you play with it?

Zhao Junde didn't speak for two seconds, looked at the old man blankly, and asked: "Old man, tell me the truth, have you ever hunted before?"

"Oh, you young man." When the old man heard this, he was unhappy and just said: "Isn't this what I asked you first?"

"Old man," Zhao Jun said, "Don't worry about who asks whom. I'll just ask you, have you ever hunted?"

"What are you kid talking about?" The old man said with an unhappy look on his face: "Go to our brigade and find out how many years my old man has been hunting. When I was hunting for the first thirty years, you didn't necessarily where is it."

Zhao Jun pouted and asked again: "Old man, what do you usually fight?"

"That's a lot." The old man counted while pouring iron sand: "Greyhounds, jumping cats, sand half chickens, I tell you, with my gun, I can shoot these things one at a time."

"Oh, my God." Zhao Jun became anxious all of a sudden, but the wild boar was not far away. He was afraid of disturbing the guy, so he could only lower his voice and said: "You use sand to beat gray dogs or jump cats. Gun skills. Can you still use the sand gun to shoot wild boars?"

The old man was stunned by Zhao Jun's question, blinked three times in a row and stopped talking.

The old man just looked at Zhao Jun, speechless for a long time.

Zhao Jun looked at the old man helplessly, sighed and said, "Old man, do you have a knife? You are going to get a knife. Give me the knife. I will put the handle on the knife and go over and stab the pig to death."

"Bring it, bring it." As soon as the knife was mentioned, the old man hurriedly touched his lower back and pulled out a small knife.

This small knife is about a handful long, and there is no magazine at the back, so it cannot be used as a handle.

When Zhao Jun saw this, he laughed angrily and said, "Old man, what kind of sword do you have?"

"Skinning knife." The old man said, "If we beat down the pig, why don't we skin it?"

Zhao Jun looked at the old man helplessly, shook his head and said, "Old man, how about we go back."

"What's going on?"

Zhao Jun said: "You can't kill the wild boar with your gun, and you can't kill the wild boar with your knife. If we don't go back, what else can we do?"

"I'm not going back." The old man rolled his eyes and said categorically that he was not going back, and continued to pour iron sand into the barrel.

After he filled the iron sand, he loaded the gun, faced Zhao Jun and said, "Young man, you watch here, I will go over with the gun."

"This is not okay!" Zhao Jun looked at him hurriedly and said, "Old man, this is no joke."

"Listen to me first." The old man broke free from Zhao Jun's hand and said to him: "I have already thought about it. I will take a gun and hit the wild boar in the eyes. It can hold it on its body, but can't its eyes? I'll take it. It's blinding."

At this point, the old man held a gun in one hand and pointed forward with the other hand, as if pointing out the country. He continued to say to Zhao Jun: "In this dense forest, it can't run very far. Once it runs, it will Hit a tree.”

"Ah." Zhao Jun was startled and asked, "What's going on? Old man, do you want it to kill itself?"

"What are you talking about?" The old man heard Zhao Jun's strange aura and said, "I'll blind this wild boar. It can't run away and it can't hurt us. Let's beat it to death with a big stick."

As he spoke, the old man looked around and saw a larch tree folded over there.

The broken part of this larch tree is about two meters long. About the thickness of a forearm.

The old man handed the peeling knife to Zhao Jun and said to him: "Look at that larch, peel it, peel it. I'll beat the pig to death later, and you can use the stick to do it!"

Zhao Jun looked at the old man helplessly, and after a while he asked: "Old man, is your surname Zhang?"

This old man is a real person. He is the oldest hunter I have ever seen.