Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Some of the others carried two wolfhounds back to the farm to treat their injuries.

Some cleaned up the battlefield and disposed of the dead weasels.

Some rushed back to the farm to check if the wire snare had caught the weasel.

Not long after, the results were tallied that evening: a total of twenty-six weasels were killed, and thirty-three chicks were killed by the weasels.

These weasels are absolutely insane! They just kill the chicks without eating the meat or drinking the blood. I really wish I could whip their corpses.

However, there's no need to desecrate the corpse; it's inevitable that they'll skin it and dismember it later.

Weasel fur is a valuable commodity. It can be made into beautiful and warm fur coats, which are in high demand for export to earn foreign exchange.

The results tonight are remarkable, with so many weasels killed.

But the news of Wong Tai Sin's appearance weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone on the farm.

They only hoped that Chang Kun and his companion could actually find the weasel's lair, whether by driving it away or capturing it, as long as the farm was free from disturbance.

at the same time.

Chang Kun sensed the retreating weasels, sometimes heading east, sometimes north, and followed them all the way.

Qiang Jinnan followed behind Chang Kun, his spear already fitted with a bayonet, and he was on high alert.

Everything tonight was completely unexpected for him; he had thought it was a small task that he could easily complete.

Unexpectedly, they almost capsized in a ditch, first being tricked by a weasel using a feint.

Later, the wolfhound, who was like family to them, was almost carried off by a weasel.

The image of the weasel standing upright and rubbing its eyes is still deeply imprinted in his mind, reminding him of the Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio that his grandmother told him when he was a child.

Can't think any more!

I am a materialist of the new era!

Qiang Jinnan shook his head abruptly, interrupting his scattered thoughts.

Seeing that Chang Kun ahead of him was heading northeast without any hesitation, Qiang Nan had mixed feelings.

At first, he thought Chang Kun was just a cadre's son who was there to coast along. But after hearing Chang Kun say that he got into the research institute by hunting, he began to acknowledge him to some extent.

It wasn't until evening that Chang Kun showed his skills.

If it weren't for his reminder, I would definitely have fallen into the trap and moved all the personnel to the northwest. At that time, there would be no one guarding the east and south, and the weasel could have easily entered.

At that time, I would have become a sinner.

Later, it was Chang Kun who first discovered that the wolfhound had been carried away and took the lead in tracking it, giving himself the opportunity to use the powerful flashbang to save the wolfhound.

He will definitely find a way to repay this kindness.

If Chang Kun can really find the weasel's den, neither I nor Lao Wu will take any credit for this; it will all go to Chang Kun.

Moreover, with Chang Kun's hunting skills, it would be a waste of his talents to be assigned to a small research institute.

If I get the chance, I'll recommend him to the platoon leader so he can join the army as my comrade. That way, we can go hunting sheep together on the grasslands. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Just as Qiang Nanhu was lost in thought, Chang Kun slowly stopped walking.

He followed the fleeing weasel for about seven or eight hundred meters.

This distance is neither too far nor too close, ensuring that the weasel won't run out of its sensing range, nor that the giant weasel will suddenly discover it and catch it off guard.

At this moment, the giant weasel reappeared in the sensor.

In my senses, the densely packed weasels all stopped in one spot, and the weasels that had fled back also stopped there.

That's it!

The spot where all the weasels stop is their den.

These guys can really run!

No wonder the people on the farm couldn't find the nest; it was a good seven or eight miles away from the farm.

I don't know why these weasels are fixated on the farm, running such a long distance just to eat a chicken.

"Brother Qiang, the weasels are only about 700 or 800 meters ahead. Should we go closer to take a look?"

After a moment of contemplation, Qiang Jinnan shook his head.

Having finally found their lair, if we go to check it now and alert the weasels, all our efforts will be in vain.

He wandered around and found a crooked tree. He drew an arrow on the trunk, pointing directly to the weasel's den.

"Let's go back and get some rest. Tomorrow is a big battle."

Chang Kun scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed: "Brother Qiang, I don't quite remember how to get around here."

They wandered around in the dark, with only a small flashlight in their hands, and Chang Kun got a little lost.

Qiang Jin chuckled a few times and patted his chest.

"Brother Chang, have you forgotten what I do? I come from the military. Knowing directions and finding a place is the most basic thing for me."

When they came, Qiang Jinnan followed Chang Kun; when they returned, it became Chang Kun following Qiang Jinnan.

At this time.

The farm set up several rooms for the people from higher-ups who came to provide support to rest.

Inside the room, a square-faced man and a horse-faced man were arguing.

"Why haven't Chang Kun and the others come back yet? Could they have been taken away by Wong Tai Sin?" The horse-faced man's eyes darted around, and he lowered his voice.

"What Yellow Immortal? It's just two big weasels. I stabbed two holes in them with one knife. How could Chang Kun and his two tough guys be in any danger?"

He had a square face and spoke as loudly as snoring.

"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down..." Big Horse Face jumped up, walked to the door, and only felt relieved when he saw that no one outside could hear him.

Inside the farm manager's office, Tian Guoguang was smoking one cigarette after another. He was also a little worried because Chang Kun and the other two had been gone for a long time and hadn't returned yet.

If something really goes wrong, that would be terrible.

Remembering their confident claims about the presence of Wong Tai Sin, Tian Guoguang sighed. How unlucky his farm was to be targeted by Wong Tai Sin.

In a few more days, the chicks on the farm will be wiped out by the weasels, and my job as farm manager will be over. I might even end up in jail.

Why!!

While Tian Guoguang was panicking and lost in thought, Chang Kun and the other man returned to the farm and went to Tian Guoguang's office.

"You're back!"

With a crash, Tian Guoguang jumped up so hard that the stool under his bottom overturned to the ground, but he didn't bother to clean it up.

"How's it going? Have you found their hideout yet?"

Seeing Chang Kun nod, Tian Guoguang finally felt relieved.

Now, as long as the weasel's den is destroyed, the farm will be safe.

Thinking of this, his dark circles seemed to fade a little.

"Comrade Chang, Comrade Qiang, have a smoke!" Tian Guoguang was a little excited, having forgotten that Chang Kun had said he wouldn't smoke that morning.

"What? The weasel's lair is seven or eight miles away?" Tian Guoguang was very surprised when he heard Chang Kun's story.

These weasels, coming from so far away, still manage to wreak havoc on my farm; they deserve to die.

Fortunately, the higher-ups sent an expert like Chang Kun; otherwise, relying on the people on the farm, they would never have found the weasel's lair no matter how long they searched.

Upon receiving the good news, Tian Guoguang was in high spirits. He chatted with Chang Kun and the other man about various things and prepared to treat them to a good meal with fine wine.

Tomorrow we have to raid the weasel's lair, so Chang Kun declined the banquet and left his office.

Back in his room, Chang Kun lay on the hard bed, feeling uncomfortable no matter how hard he tried.

He thought about it for a long time before he finally understood.

At this moment, there is no kang (heated brick bed) under me in the old house, no nagging from my parents, and no noisy chatter from my younger sisters.

I wonder if my little sister is thinking of me.

Did you cry or make a fuss at home?

Thinking about these things, Chang Kun's lips unconsciously curled up, and his heart gradually calmed down.