Reborn in 80: Starting with hunting in the mountains to get rich

Chapter 339 The Eagle Makes a Divine Contribution, Amazing!

During Lao Qian's childhood, fate seemed to be particularly cruel to him. His father, the pillar of the family, was tragically killed in a landmine explosion. His mother, burdened by the weight of life, remarried and quietly left, leaving him and his younger siblings like fallen leaves in the wind.

Despite their deep love and reluctance, the elderly grandparents, frail and ill, were unable to raise the four orphaned children. Thus, the burden of life fell prematurely on his shoulders. Old Qian, a name still somewhat immature, had to become the support for his younger siblings, guiding them to find a glimmer of hope for survival amidst the turmoil.

During those days, Old Qian and his sisters often went hungry. Whenever the night was deep and quiet, or when the sun was high in the sky, the sisters' stomachs would begin their silent protest, rumbling with emptiness. When they were tired of crying, they would wipe away their tears and try to soothe their empty stomachs with cool well water; it was a kind of despair.

Fortunately, not everyone turned a blind eye to them. Their uncle's family, despite their own financial difficulties, always offered help when they needed it most. This warmth from their relatives gave them hope amidst their hardship.

However, fate seemed unwilling to let him off the hook. When Old Qian turned twenty, an otherwise ordinary day turned into another hurdle in his life. He and his uncle went hunting in the mountains, hoping to supplement their family's food supply, but disaster struck again. His uncle lost a leg to a landmine.

Old Qian carried his uncle to the hospital on his back in one breath. When they arrived, he discovered that he himself had several pieces of shrapnel embedded in his leg when he lifted up his trouser leg.

Uncle Qian had one leg amputated, and the family's circumstances became even more difficult, leaving him with a limp.

At first, he was filled with resentment towards his mother. Later, when they met by chance on the road, he refused to say a word to her and even deliberately took a detour.

As time went by, many knots in her heart gradually untied with age, and that hatred quietly faded away. After all, her father's death was not her mother's fault, and her remarriage was a matter of fate, a helpless act.

However, there was one thing that always bothered Old Qian and that he could never forget: the countless landmines covering the mountains and fields.

Landmines littered the mountains and fields. Sometimes, when a commune member was clearing land, two or three landmines would explode with a single stroke of their hoe. The number of commune members, villagers, and mountain dwellers maimed or even killed by these bombs was only increasing.

Old Qian wasn't highly educated, but when he saw the mine crater, his eyes lit up and strong emotions welled up inside him.

He shouted, "This is a mine crater! There are definitely more mines underneath and along the sides."

Li Ju'an was also stunned, his head throbbing. He wiped his face roughly, and the two eagles on his arm cried out in alarm. He reached out to soothe the eagles and then turned to look at the hunting dogs.

The hound was some distance from where the tree roots had exploded and was not affected by the blast.

Big Tiger, White Mastiff, and Little Steel Cannon all had bite wounds of varying degrees all over their bodies. Fortunately, none of the wounds were very deep. They were treated with iodine from the clinic and bandaged with gauze. They would be fine in a few days.

Only Black Tiger's wound was dangerous. Black Tiger had a gash torn open in its abdomen, and a section of its intestines had fallen out, but it wasn't severed.

He stuffed the black tiger's intestines back into its belly, took off his leg wraps and tied them around the black tiger, tightening them around its belly, and then put the black tiger into the basket on his back.

He was grateful that his wife, Lin Mei, had woven him a basket, so that if any hunting dogs were injured, he could easily carry them down the mountain. Otherwise, he would have to carry one dog in his arms and two more wounded dogs under his armpits, which would have been exhausting for both the dogs and him.

The living green-skinned creature had long since vanished without a trace.

The deafening explosion seemed to shatter even the last vestiges of courage in the bandits. The scattered corpses of the bandits lay haphazardly on the ground, like abandoned, tattered sacks, near the tree roots. He had witnessed a powerful blast of air that tossed one unfortunate bandit high into the air, four or five meters high, before slamming him heavily onto a broken branch.

The branch was as sharp as a blade, piercing through the green-skinned man's abdomen without mercy, and going straight into his internal organs.

At this moment, the unfortunate green-skinned beast was like a live target fixed to a tree, its limp neck hanging limply, its flame of life completely extinguished.

Let alone ferocious wolves, even those wild boars that roam freely and fearlessly, or black bears, would probably be too horrified to approach by the gruesome sight of their own kind's corpses.

The wolf pack scattered in all directions.

The wolf's eyes disappeared, and the three sub-adult black bears also ran away. All the able-bodied wolves had fled, leaving only the severely injured and those that could no longer run. They struggled, shaking their heads violently, trying to get up, but unfortunately, their spines were injured, and they couldn't move at all.

Li Ju'an felt no pity for the wolves. That's how it is when hunters and prey fight, especially wolf packs. Wolves are vengeful beasts; if a hunter clashes with a wolf pack and offends them, he must wipe out the entire pack. Otherwise, every time the hunter sets foot in the mountains again, he will be relentlessly pursued by the vengeful wolves until the last one dies.

He had no intention of letting the wolves go; to be soft-hearted towards them would be to be cruel to himself. To have pity for them was tantamount to being heartless to himself.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of cold bullets. He loaded the magazines of the three guns one by one, and with a crisp metallic clang, the bolts clicked cleanly into the chamber. He glanced around, his eyes sharp, and then pointed the cold muzzles of his guns at the wounded, panting wolves lying on the ground.

boom!boom!

As the gunshots rang out, the life force of one blue wolf after another was extinguished, leaving them lifeless. He knew that wild beasts were cunning and often feigned death. He was wary of any treacherous beast that might pretend to be weak and helpless, and then sneak up on him from behind and bite him while he was rescuing people.

There was a hunter in the village who thought the wolf was too badly injured to move and went to rescue his companion. But when he turned around, the wolf, which had been feigning death, bit off the back of his neck and killed him in front of his companion.

He will never let the same mistake happen again.

After finishing off his gun, Li Ju'an began checking on his companion.

He looked down and first glanced at the cave where Sun Weimin was.

Sun Weimin looked at him and shouted, "Li Ju'an! Hurry up and pull me up. Do you see the rope on that high branch? Put it down, and I can pull myself up without you having to do it."

Sun Weimin was quite proactive and enthusiastic this time, since he needed something from him.

Li Ju'an turned to look at the high branch and saw that there really was a rope hanging there. It was the rope that Lu Zhiqiang had thrown up when he tried to save Sun Weimin, but it had flown too high for him to grab.

He said with difficulty, "Oh dear, it's so high. I'm not a bird; I can't fly over there to reach it."

Sun Weimin was speechless for a moment, and was about to lash out, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that it really made sense, so he could only shut up.

Li Ju'an went to see Song Desheng's cave. Song Desheng shouted in the same way as Sun Weimin, "Brother Li, throw down that rope from the tree, and I can reach it."

Sun Weimin scoffed inwardly, thinking, "He doesn't have wings, so how can he grow wings and fly up there?"

Li Ju'an untied the thin iron chain from his right arm and whistled at the smaller eagle. The smaller eagle flapped its wings, then flew to a high branch, picked up the rope with its beak, and dropped it down.

The rope was lowered to the entrance of Song Desheng's cave, right in front of him.

Song Desheng's eyes lit up with surprise, and he exclaimed, "My God, that's amazing!"