Reborn in the 1980s, starting with fishing and hunting to build a fortune

Chapter 122 Wild Gazelle Herds

"Holy crap, bro, it moved! The rock on the other side really moved!"

Li Xiangdong exclaimed, but his voice was not loud; it was a muffled sound that was suppressed in his chest.

On the opposite slope of the mountain hollow, light yellow stones began to move slowly, and clumps of snow covering them were shaken off in an instant.

"Yellow—yellow, a yellow sheep!"

Li Xiangyang could see clearly now that it wasn't a rock at all, but a small herd of gazelles.

My blood was boiling.

This was the first time he had seen so many wild animals since his rebirth; there were at least forty or fifty of them.

This gazelle, scientifically known as the Mongolian gazelle, is a specialty of the grasslands of eastern Inner Mongolia and Mongolia. It belongs to the antelope family, but it is not the kind of precious antelope.

It has a slender body and long, thin limbs. Its winter fur is ochre-yellow, and it has a striking white spot on its rump. Only males have short, straight, lyre-shaped horns.

In the early 1980s, they were enormous, migrating south for the winter to escape the cold, often forming large flocks of dozens to hundreds, foraging at dawn and dusk.

I rested in the afternoon.

The scene was spectacular.

It can run at speeds up to 90 km/h, and is good at jumping, able to jump 2.5 meters in a single leap.

Because of their love of running and jumping, yellow sheep meat, although mild in flavor, is lean and not very appealing in this era of limited oil and fat. As a result, its fresh meat is generally priced at only three or four cents per pound, far lower than domestic mutton.

Because of its short fur, even its winter pelts only sell for two or three yuan.

However, the horn of the yellow sheep can be used as a substitute for the horn of the antelope in medicine, and it has the effect of treating infantile convulsions and febrile seizures.

If a child has a fever and is startled, scrape some yellow goat horn powder, mix it with water, and give it to them to drink; they'll get better in no time.

In this situation, it's likely that the herd of gazelles has eaten their fill and is tired from running around, so they're huddled together for warmth and a midday rest. That's why from a distance, it looks like dozens of rocks are there.

"Brother, should we get closer before we fight?"

Li Xiangdong suggested in a low voice.

They mistook the gazelles for rocks because they were quite far away from the herd, and the snow further reduced their visibility.

Li Xiangdong was worried that Li Xiangyang wouldn't be able to hit him at this distance.

"Hmm—let me think." Li Xiangyang gently looked up and glanced around.

They were indeed quite far from the gazelle herd, probably about 450 meters away, a distance exceeding the 53 meters they had in hand.

The effective range of a rifle is 400 meters; the trajectory of the bullet will definitely be lower when it hits that area.

However, there are virtually no obstructions between the two, and approaching rashly would make one easily spotted by the gazelle herd.

The reason they haven't been discovered by the gazelle herd yet is likely because the snow has masked the scent of Li Xiangyang and his brother, and also blocked most of the gazelles' vision. But if they get any closer—... well, that's hard to say.

"Brother, let's fight here! They're all huddled together now, making them easy targets. I'll fire a few more shots, and then we can follow the blood trail."

"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say. If that doesn't work, we still have Wangcai."

Li Xiangdong patted the impatient Wangcai beside him and said, "If you can't catch up after you've finished fighting, let it chase after them."

"That's a good idea."

Then, Li Xiangyang quickly found a rock and piled it up in front of him before lying down on the snow.

After carefully inspecting the barrel and finding no foreign objects in the magazine, he prepared to fire.

Last time he hunted wild boars, he almost lost his bullets because of a jammed ammo trough. Although these gazelles are not as dangerous as wild boars, he still can't be careless.

I fell into the same pit twice in a row.

Bang bang ———— bang bang ————

Li Xiangyang took a deep breath, aimed at the largest male gazelle in the herd, positioned it slightly above his chest, pulled the trigger, ejected the spent cartridge, pulled the trigger again, and quickly ejected the spent cartridge—his movements were extremely fast.

Even single shots looked like machine gun fire to him.

The first shot was aimed at the male gazelle; if it hit, great. When the second shot was fired, the startled gazelle herd had scattered wildly, making it impossible to aim accurately. A large number of shots were guaranteed to hit; whether it hit or not depended on luck.

After the gunshot, the herd of gazelles scattered and rushed forward for more than ten meters. Immediately, one gazelle stumbled and fell on the snow.

Whether it is the male yellow sheep that Li Xiangyang is targeting is still unknown.

But the shot must have hit its heart and lungs, vital organs of the gazelle, which is why it collapsed so quickly.

In addition, another gazelle ran to a distance of 100 meters from the fallen gazelle and stopped running, which should also have resulted in internal injuries.

"Brother, let's go gut that gazelle first, so it won't stink later."

Li Xiangyang pointed to the gazelle that had fallen first.

"What about that one?" Li Xiangdong pointed to the gazelle that had run away and said, "That one should have been shot too. Should we just leave it? What if it gets away later?"

"That one probably didn't hit any vital organs, but in this heavy snow, if its internal organs are hit, it definitely won't last long. By the time we finish dealing with this gazelle, that one probably won't be able to run anymore."

We can catch them then.

Otherwise, it runs away as soon as we get close, and then we have to chase it.

"Okay, then give me the knife and I'll handle it. You keep an eye on that gazelle and make sure it doesn't get away. If necessary, fire a few more shots."

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Li Xiangyang approached and was very satisfied; it was the male gazelle he had aimed at with his first shot.

He happens to have a child at home, and since mutton is cheap, it wouldn't be bad to cut off the horns, take them home, grind them into powder, and store them for future use.

Moreover, this male gazelle probably weighs over 80 pounds.

These days, whenever Li Xiangyang has a spare moment, he takes out his small dagger and sharpens it until it is extremely sharp.

Li Xiangdong gently sliced ​​the sheep's belly with his dagger, and with a whoosh, the bright red internal organs, along with fresh blood, were all expelled. At this moment, hot air was still escaping from the sheep's abdominal cavity.

"Oh, it's so warm."

Ignoring the smell of blood, Li Xiangdong put his hands directly into the sheep's belly to warm them.

It was so cold outside that my hands were already freezing and aching after just a short time of taking off my cotton gloves and cutting open the sheep's belly.

This reminded Li Xiangyang of a wilderness survival movie he had seen in his previous life. It seemed to be about a foreigner being chased who, in order to keep warm and survive, cut open a horse's belly and hid inside.

The movie was called The Revenant, I think.

After they finished dealing with the gazelle, the other gazelle also died completely.

Li Xiangyang then picked up some snow from the ground, wiped away the excess blood from the sheep he had just treated, and put it into a sack.

Li Xiangdong then picked up a small knife, walked over, and gutted the second gazelle.

He loves doing this job.

After Li Xiangyang loaded the yellow sheep, he dragged it toward Li Xiangdong.

The second gazelle was a female, smaller than the male, weighing probably only about 60 pounds, which was also good.

Li Xiangyang was secretly delighted.

After they finished dealing with the gazelle, Li Xiangyang looked at the sky; it was starting to get dark.

"Brother, it's getting late, let's go back!"

"Okay, give me yours, and you take this one."

Li Xiangdong handed the lighter female gazelle to Li Xiangyang, and then went to drag the heavier male gazelle from Li Xiangyang's hands.

Just as the two brothers were about to leave, the snow gradually stopped, and the view opened up.

Wangcai suddenly rushed out, crawling on the ground and sniffing as it ran.

"Wangcai, come back!"

Li Xiangyang shouted.

It was getting late, and besides, they had already hunted two gazelles and picked some winter flowers today, which was enough.

"Brother, keep an eye on the yellow sheep, I'll go and bring Wangcai back."

Li Xiangyang ran out with a wry smile.

In front of Wangcai is a small cliff, not high, only five or six meters high, but to get to the bottom you have to go around in a big circle.

Wangcai stopped at the edge of the cliff and kept howling down the cliff.

"What prey have you spotted this time? Aren't you afraid of scaring it away?"

Li Xiangyang muttered something to himself and followed.

As he approached the cliff, he saw scattered bloodstains and the hoofprints of gazelles on the ground.

"Could it be that I just killed not just two, but three!"

Upon closer inspection, sure enough, a female gazelle was lying at the bottom of the cliff.

He must have been shot and, in his panic, lost his way and fell.

"Come on, Wangcai, let's go around and drag the gazelle up. It'll be your special treat tonight!"

Just as Li Xiangyang finished speaking, a weak voice came from below the cliff: "Help—help me—help me—"

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