Reborn in the 1980s: I made my fortune hunting wild game in Changbai Mountain

For the next two days, Yue Feng and his hunting team did not go into the mountains to hunt again. It was highly likely that they would not be able to get any prey nearby. If they wanted to bring back something decent, they would have to go to the deep mountains in the far reaches of the mountains.

If you want to go deep into the mountains, it can take three to five days or even a week to come back.

Yue Feng originally planned to rest at home for a day, and then lead the team into the mountains the next day after organizing the supplies and tents.

Unfortunately, his beloved son Kaixin suddenly caught a cold, which made Yuefeng, the father, quite nervous. He took him to the doctor and tried rubbing him with alcohol, and it took a long time for the fever to finally subside.

With the child sick, the plan to take the hunting team into the mountains for hunting had to be postponed, and the rest of the hunting team had no objections to this.

Now that the family's conditions have improved, everyone in the hunting team is in charge of their own tasks. Going into the deep mountains to hunt often takes three to seven days, which is actually a challenge for the other people's work as well, and they need to temporarily hand over tasks to others for help!

Given these circumstances, the enclosure project has been temporarily put on hold.

The main force of Yuefeng Hunting Team did not move, but Zhao Dashan, who heard the news, has been busy these past few days.

As the saying goes, one should not allow others to sleep soundly on one's own bed.

Zhao Dashan urgently needed to learn something about this 'stranger' who had deflated Yue Feng's tires.

If the other party harbors malicious intent and possesses an old gun like the Hanyang rifle, it would definitely pose a potential and uncontrollable risk to Zhao Dashan, who lives alone in the mountains.

Given the old man's temperament, such unknown risks must be nipped in the bud.

In the past few days, after finishing his daily work at the breeding farm early in the morning, Zhao Dashan would carry his barrel gun, lead the Azure Dragon, and two White Spears out to wander around the mountains.

They can hunt prey and, incidentally, increase the meat reserves in the farm.

Even if you can't catch any prey, you can still search for hidden risks in the surrounding mountains.

If someone spends a long time in the mountains, they will definitely leave traces. Even if the other party tries to cover up the traces, it will be difficult to hide them from Zhao Dashan, who has been hunting in the mountains all his life.

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On the other side, after spending the night in a dugout without even bedding, the disheveled man ate some wild boar meat roasted over firewood early the next morning, then left his hiding place with his gun on his back.

He had no dog, only an old gun and three bullets.

Under such conditions, it would be extremely difficult for a person to hunt in the mountains.

The only favorable condition is that it snowed on the mountain, making it somewhat feasible for a person to track prey by its footprints.

The disheveled man wandered alone through the snowy mountains like a ghost, occasionally observing the footprints left by animals on the ground. When he encountered a relatively thick tree, he would walk around to the front and look up to check if there were any holes or other things in the tree.

When he went out, he was thinking about hunting ordinary prey, but he was also thinking about things that were easy to carry, easy to sell, and truly valuable.

In this mountain forest, there are only a few valuable things, such as wild boar and roe deer, but the unit price is actually very limited. For someone who dares not show his face in public, there is no way to bring the pork down the mountain to sell for cash.

The only thing on a wild boar that's worth some money and easy to carry is its belly, or stomach.

This stuff is a medicinal herb that can treat stomach ailments. After simple processing, it can be carried around and even sold at a herb collection point for money.

For a slovenly man, the ideal prey is not wild boar or roe deer, but bear or sable.

Sables are extremely rare; they're something you can only dream of.

Relatively speaking, bears that have already hibernated and are staying in their dens are the most suitable targets for slovenly men.

Bear bile is expensive, and bear paws are valuable too! Even the thick bear skin can be simply processed and used as bedding in dugouts for warmth.

With this in mind, the slovenly man searched every tree that might have a hole in it, afraid of missing one.

The disheveled man hadn't made any progress all morning. He followed the tracks of a group of roe deer for half a day, but at least several hundred meters away, he accidentally broke a tree branch, scaring the roe deer away.

When ordinary people say a roe deer is stupid, they mean an ordinary roe deer. But a roe deer that has been shot and becomes a bullet hole becomes much smarter and more cautious.

Half a day's effort was in vain. The slovenly man sighed, grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed as he walked.

Whether it was his persistent and unwavering sincerity that moved the mountain god, when he was searching through a forest of poplar trees, he discovered a tree hole at a height of two or three meters with frost and snow at the entrance.

Xiongcangzi!
The disheveled man couldn't help but breathe heavily when he saw the frost and snow at the cave entrance.

The tree hole faces southeast, and there is frost and snow at the entrance. The area around the entrance is also quite smooth, so it must have been repaired and cleaned by a bear with its sharp claws in the fall.

A tree hole like this is 100% guaranteed to have a bear inside!
Persistence pays off; we've finally found some valuable prey!

Overjoyed, the disheveled man pulled out a rusty hand axe from his waistband and began working on the hillside around the big tree in Kumagurako.

As mentioned earlier, the first thing to do if you want to kill Xiong Cangzi is to clear the area.

The slovenly man ignored his rumbling stomach and busied himself with the surrounding bushes and vines.

It took nearly an hour to clear away the debris from the site little by little with a hand axe, and then another hour to carefully tamp down the surrounding snow crust.

After leveling the area, the slovenly man started a fire in the middle and then lit the firewood.

After completing all the preparations, the slovenly man opened the chamber of his Hanyang rifle, ejected three unfired bullets, carefully inspected and selected them one by one, and adjusted the bullet with the best appearance and details to the position for the first shot.

Having completed all the preparations, the slovenly man took a deep breath, picked up a red-hot, thumb-thick branch from the fire, stomped on one end to break it off, leaving only a short section about 60 or 70 centimeters long. He gestured with his hand and threw it directly into the tree hole.

Ordinary people call themselves "Cangzi," which can be interpreted as either "knocking on a tree trunk" in a literary sense or "shooting" or "using firecrackers" in a martial sense. There aren't many people like him who can accurately throw in flaming branches.

However, using a burning branch to call out to a warehouse is equally effective.

Less than ten seconds later, a noise came from inside the tree hole.

The hibernating bear was awakened by the fire and angrily scratched at the inner wall of the tree hole with its claws, making a swishing sound.

After hearing the noise, the slovenly man listened carefully and began to strike hard with the blunt end of his small hand axe.

The bear inside the tree hole was already enraged when it was awakened by the flames. Upon hearing someone tapping on the tree trunk, it immediately tried to climb towards the tree hole.

In less than ten seconds, the bear crawled up from the bottom to the cave entrance, and a huge head emerged from the tree hole.

Ugh!

The enraged black bear roared, and the slovenly man's hand trembled, causing him to drop his hand axe to the ground.

Although he knew how to kill a bear, this was the first time he had personally hunted a black bear.

Now that the bear was awakened, the slovenly man, trying to appear calm, picked up the Hanyang rifle in his hand with a slight tremor.

No, we can't shoot now! We have to wait until the bear is halfway out! It's easy to shoot it in the head now, but the bear will definitely slip back into its den. It's impossible for one person to get the prey out in a short time.

If the process drags on, the bile will be absorbed by the liver, and the bear bile will become unsellable!
The disheveled man silently chanted to himself, his hand trembling slightly as he held the gun, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

The angry male bear roared and then tried to crawl out of the tree hole.

It's early winter now, the time when bears are at their fattest and most muscular, making it a bit difficult for them to crawl out of their den. The bear scratched at the tree bark with its sharp claws, then slowly squeezed its body out of the hole.

During this process, a large amount of bark and wood chips fell down, blown below by the mountain wind, and almost squinted into the eyes of the disheveled man.

The disheveled man felt a foreign object in his eye, but holding the gun, he dared not move.

After the bear had emerged more than halfway out, he took a deep breath, decisively aimed at the bear's head, and pulled the trigger.

There was a bang.

The bear was shot in the shoulder, and a spurt of blood appeared.

The bear, in pain, roared angrily again, trying to break free from the confinement at the entrance of the tree hole as fast as it could.

Seeing that his first shot had gone astray, the disheveled man decisively pulled back the bolt, ejected the spent cartridge, and chambered the second bullet before pulling the trigger again.

boom!
Another shot was fired, this time entering the bear's right forelimb from the shoulder, but still missing its head.

With your head tilted back and aiming, it's difficult to hit the bear's head; this Hanyang rifle clearly lacks the necessary precision.

After two shots missed, the disheveled man cocked the gun again and pulled the trigger a third time towards the bear, which had now fully emerged.

The first two bullets were normal, but the third shot didn't fire; instead, it jammed.

"Hold!"

Seeing that he had failed to fire, the slovenly man cursed angrily, frantically pulled the bolt to eject the spent cartridge, and then reloaded to try firing again.

By this time, the bear, which had been shot twice, had already slid down the tree trunk.

A pungent, fishy smell wafted closer and closer, and the angry black bear was no more than four meters away from the disheveled man.

At this critical moment, the slovenly man finally resolved the jamming issue, successfully pushed the bullet into the chamber, and pulled the trigger again.

boom!
The third shot finally rang out.

The bullet struck the white V-shaped pattern on the bear's chest, causing it to stagger. The bear struggled to its feet and angrily chased after the bullet.

Black bears are extremely resilient animals. Unless they are shot in the head, they can still struggle and fight back even if they are shot in most other places.

This brief respite is a critical moment for bear hunters, a time when mishandling the situation could result in injury or even death.

The bear was shot but not taken down. The gun was out of bullets. The slovenly man threw the gun aside, pulled out a leg iron from his back, and ran wildly towards the other side of the fire.

He saw with his own eyes that the third shot hit the V-shaped vital area in the chest.

This is the vital area of ​​a bear's lungs. Even if an injured bear doesn't die immediately, it certainly won't live long.

If we can buy some time, this less-than-successful bear hunt can be ended.

The slovenly man's ideas weren't fundamentally flawed; the only problem was that he was a bit unlucky.

The bear chased after him angrily, and he dodged around the fire.

After chasing for less than two laps, his shoelace came undone, and he stumbled and almost fell over when he stepped on the shoelace.

By the time I managed to maintain my balance, the bear had already pounced on me from behind.

That's it! I'm going to die here today!
The disheveled man's heart sank as he felt a powerful force strike him from behind, knocking him to the ground.

The stolen sheepskin jacket was torn to shreds by the bear, and in the blink of an eye, it was completely torn through.

Sharp bear claws scratched at his back and shoulders, and a foul stench wafted from his side. The bear tried several times to lower its head and bite the slovenly man, but he blocked the attack with his arm, which was then bitten hard.

The scalding bear blood dripped onto the disheveled man whose clothes were torn through, as hot as molten iron.

At this critical juncture.

A gunshot rang out in the distance.

The black bear, which was frantically scratching and biting just a second ago, was suddenly pierced through the head by a bullet, its skull was blown off, and red and yellow substances were splattered all over the disheveled man's head and face.

The bear lost its last bit of life force and collapsed heavily like a mountain of flesh.

The disheveled man felt everything go black before his eyes and completely lost consciousness.

Half a minute later, Zhao Dashan strode over, a gun with a barrel hanging from it.

He just shot the bear in the head, so he wasn't being overly cautious as he approached.

He glanced at the surrounding terrain and scene and immediately knew that someone was killing Xiong Cangzi alone.

There must have been a mistake somewhere. If he hadn't come to check after hearing the gunshot, this person would most likely be dead.

After getting a general idea of ​​the situation, the old man reached out and grabbed the bear's forelimbs, applying slight pressure.

The bear was quite heavy, and Zhou couldn't move it at all.

The old man glanced around and, upon seeing the old Hanyang rifle on the ground, his heart skipped a beat. He drew a sharp knife from his waist and quickly chopped off a thick, miscellaneous tree trunk.

Using the stick as a crowbar, it took some effort to flip the bear carcass that was pressing down on the slovenly man to the side.

"Hey! Are you still alive? Wake up!"

Zhao Dashan shook the unconscious man and then touched his neck.

He still has a heartbeat; he must have fainted from the pressure.

The old man looked the disheveled man up and down, then glanced at his old Hanyang rifle, seemingly lost in thought.

After a second of hesitation, the old man pinched his philtrum for a few seconds, and then heard the other man cough up a mouthful of air, followed by violent coughing in a semi-conscious state.

The bear that had been killed was right next to them. This completely unfamiliar, disheveled man was most likely the hunter Yue Feng had mentioned whom he had never met.

Even if he was the one who leaked the tire valve, it wasn't a capital offense, and the old man still decided to save his life.

The old man picked up a knife and made a precise incision in the bear's abdomen, quickly removing the valuable bear gallbladder.

After removing the bear bile, they didn't even have time to take the bear paws or anything else. They carried the unconscious, disheveled man on their backs and turned to head towards the farm on the mountain.

The farm has a professional military medical kit that Yue Feng brought back from the army.

Although it's not as comprehensive as a regular hospital, it can still handle common external injuries.

As long as this stranger's injuries aren't too serious, he should survive back at the farm! (End of Chapter)