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Chapter 370 Chen Xiangqian Alone
A white and yellow figure flashed across the lens. With the telephoto lens and slow shutter speed, Chen Xiangqian saw the snow leopard's focused eyes.
He shouted, "A leopard!"
Li Ju'an held the horse's reins steadily, while his right hand gently gripped the thin rope leading the little ibex. It was the scent emanating from this little ibex that quietly attracted the snow leopard, which cautiously approached step by step, treading on the Gobi gravel.
The hunting dogs struggled to climb the rugged Gobi Desert. Meanwhile, in the sky, the golden eagle keenly sensed the snow leopard's scent, but was helplessly bound by thick ropes, struggling in vain and unable to spread its wings in pursuit.
Li Ju'an's sharp eyes caught sight of a fleeting figure, and he immediately called his hunting dogs to give chase.
Chen Xiangqian shouted, "Hey, what is this thing that dares to plot against our little lambs!" His voice was filled with a hint of vigilance and displeasure.
He followed closely behind, charging forward alongside Da Hu. Not long ago, he had bought that weathered old cannon from Grandpa Zhao, paying thirty yuan for it. At this moment, he secretly rejoiced, feeling the deal was quite a bargain.
He bought the old foreign cannon from Grandpa Zhao. Grandpa Zhao grinned without saying a word. Li Ju'an cursed inwardly that Chen Xiangqian was really the division commander's stupid son.
"Brother Li, just you wait and see, I'll shoot the snow leopard down for you!"
The snow leopard was exceptionally agile, leaping across the bare rocks of the Gobi Desert. With two light leaps, its white and yellow figure quietly disappeared from everyone's sight, vanishing without a trace.
Upon seeing this, the hunting dogs immediately took off in pursuit, leaping out from the lush forest below.
Big Tiger, even more imposing and exuding an aura that could not be underestimated, led Little Cannon, White Egg, and a group of hunting dogs straight towards the bare rock where the snow leopard was about to land. Their eyes were locked on, as if they could capture the snow leopard in the next instant.
However, at this critical moment, the snow leopard performed a magnificent flip in mid-air. Instead of leaping down as everyone expected, it nimbly landed on a protruding rock in the Gobi Desert. With an almost defiant look, it coldly surveyed the pack of hunting dogs below, who were eager to pounce.
How could the hunting dogs tolerate the provocation of this wild beast? Little Cannon and White Mastiff were so angry that their fur stood on end, while Black Tiger, Flower Girl, and Flower Ears joined in with their roars, full of momentum.
The snow leopard wasn't intimidated by the hunting dogs. The white and yellow snow leopard tilted its head, stared at the dogs for a while, then turned its piercing gaze to the hunter.
Only the hunter's rifle is a dangerous weapon against it.
Chen Xiangqian stepped forward, resolutely blocking the little ibex, and cursed under his breath. He was wearing a heavy leather coat and a dog-skin hat. His movements were swift and decisive as he raced against time to load bullets and ammunition into the cannon. After inserting the ammunition with the cleaning rod, he aimed his gun at the snow leopard on the bare rock and fired.
He steadily raised his gun, the dark muzzle pointing directly at the bare rock peak, the hidden snow leopard becoming his sole target.
"Bang!" A muffled but loud gunshot suddenly rang out in the empty Gobi Desert, breaking the surrounding silence like a thunderclap, startling the birds perched on the branches into taking flight and scattering in all directions.
Almost as soon as the gunshot rang out, the snow leopard flashed into the air with astonishing speed, leaving only a fleeting shadow. What followed was the chaotic sound of wild beasts running frantically in the deep forests of the Gobi Desert, creating a cacophony of noise.
On the shady side of the Gobi Desert, two innocent roe deer stared wide-eyed in terror, as if they could sense the impending danger. Without the slightest hesitation, they took off running, fleeing in panic at this sudden turn of events, disappearing into the vast Gobi Desert.
After running for a while, the silly roe deer stopped and stared blankly at Chen Xiangqian, who was holding an old foreign cannon in the open space.
Chen Xiangqian's shot startled the snow leopard, but little did he expect that so many prey would emerge from the forest.
He grinned excitedly and said, "Brother Li, did you see that? I'll be bringing back a roe deer later."
Roe deer have a habit: when attacked, they run away in fright, but they never run very far before they curiously turn back to see what attacked them.
This habit is a godsend for hunters in the forest. They cleverly set traps, waiting for curious roe deer to return and walk right into their nets.
Chen Xiangqian didn't set any traps. When he saw the roe deer looking at him so curiously, he was overjoyed. He set up his cannon and fired another burst of shots, running quickly towards the roe deer and firing all the bullets at it.
He quickly set up the cannon, and with a deafening roar, the bullet pierced the air, flying towards the roe deer with unwavering resolve.
At the same time, Chen Xiangqian didn't hesitate for a moment. He strode forward, firing as he went, rushing towards the roe deer, as if to unleash all his anger and desire in the barrage of gunfire. Bullets rained down on the roe deer until it could no longer escape the clutches of death.
He ran quite a distance, still not satisfied. He was panting heavily, his eyes gleaming, wanting to call out the hunting dogs to add to the thrill of the hunt and the glory of victory. But when he turned around, he found that Li Ju'an and the hunting dogs were nowhere to be seen.
He looked around and found that he was surrounded by dense forests, full of oily wood, red pine trees and tall trees, and the Gobi Desert, which was far away from the boundary of the barley field.
The sky gradually darkened.
Chen Xiangqian was walking alone in the woods when suddenly a chill ran down his spine. He felt a coldness rising up his back and his heart pounding with fear.
He shouted loudly, "Li Pao! Brother Li! Li Ju'an!"
He fired two more shots into the air, but heard no echoes nearby. He was puzzled. He thought to himself, "I haven't run that far, maybe two miles at most. Why did Li Ju'an behind me go silent?"
It's so quiet.
It was autumn, and the temperature difference between day and night was significant. After sunset, the temperature plummeted below zero at night. He was still wearing the fur coat he'd worn during the day, along with his dog-skin hat. He turned on his headlamp and shone its light around, but found neither a hunter's hut nor the forest ranger's post nearby.
He wanted to turn back and retrace his steps to find Li Ju'an and the hunting dog. Suddenly, he noticed two small animal footprints next to the original footprints. The animal footprints were quite small.
He carefully parted the bushes, squinted, and after seeing clearly what kind of wild animal footprints they were, his scalp tingled with fear.
"Damn! Wong Tai Sin."
These rows of tiny footprints are none other than the weasel spirit Huang Daxian that the old men in the forest often talk about.
Chen Xiangqian crouched down, his hand still in the motion of parting the bushes, when suddenly a cluster of white and yellow shadows flashed past him. His stiff body froze, as if his feet weighed a ton, unable to move an inch.
He looked dejected. Oh no, the Wong Tai Sin is about to start asking questions.