sjar Chapter 313 Song Desheng Smashes the Flying Dragon's Tail
Chapter 313 Song Desheng Smashes the Flying Dragon's Tail
Li Ju'an attracted a flying dragon with his ventriloquism, which gave him a lot of confidence. Logically, whistling like that should attract even more dragons. Although it was September, autumn, the birds and animals in the mountains were still very active. He was looking forward to spring and summer next year. If he could use his ventriloquism during the pheasant and bird-watching season, how fruitful that would be!
He called out to Da Hu, who was looking up, and Hua Er, to go out and search for the trail again. Hua Er tilted his head back, sniffed the air, blinked, and then led Bai Danzi and Hua Guniang to the western hillside.
When he received Hua Er from Old Zhao, Old Zhao's son praised him, saying that Hua Er was incredibly brave when hunting deer, an expert at tracking prey, and also a master at finding pheasants. The Zhao family said that Hua Er was good at hunting deer, tracking prey, and finding pheasants. He hadn't seen Hua Er do anything with deer or pheasants, only that Hua Er had a particular fondness for pig ears.
Hua'er is obsessed with pig ears. Whenever wild boars appear, Hua'er always leads Bai Danzi into battle without hesitation. With such ferocity, they specifically target the pig's ears, tearing them off until they are snagged. They fiercely bite the pig's ears and chew on them with a smug look on their faces.
Little Cannon and White Mastiff both had a special fondness for pig ears, and the two groups of dogs often fought over them. In the past, he had no choice but to wait for this opportunity. While the two groups of dogs were in the middle of their battle, he quietly approached, swiftly cut off the tempting pig ears, and secretly felt pleased with himself. He then asked his mother to marinate them into spiced pig ears to eat with dipping sauce.
Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have had any wild boar ears to eat all year, as they would have been chewed up by these two packs of dogs.
Flower Ear actually found a hillside where three or four headhunters were barking loudly around the bushes under the high branches, scaring the flying dragon so much that it dared not land.
Li Ju'an took the small-caliber hunting rifle handed to him by Lao Qian, circled the tree, and aimed at the pheasant on the treetop before firing. The adult pheasant was agile and nimble, circling the tree very skillfully, but it was no match for the speed of his gun.
Bang! Bang!
Two gunshots rang out, accompanied by the whooshing sound of bullets piercing the dragon's eyes with pinpoint accuracy, shooting out from behind its head and leaving a cloud of blood mist. The magnificent dragon crashed to the ground with a thunderous roar, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Two sharp claps rang out, swift and decisive. Song Desheng, who had been waiting in ambush, rushed forward with a beaming smile, deftly picking up the fallen dragon. His eyes widened in amazement, and he exclaimed repeatedly, "Brother Li, you're amazing! Your marksmanship is incredible! You actually managed to blow the dragon's eyeballs out with a single shot!"
Li Ju'an spat at him in dissatisfaction: "It's a good thing Lao Qian wasn't around, otherwise you sycophant would have started praising your master again."
Song Desheng was always glib and smooth-talking. His wife often joked that his mouth was sweeter than honey; he was never stingy with any favors he could get through his words, and he never talked nonsense. At this moment, facing Li Ju'an's teasing, he chuckled, unconcerned. He praised everyone he met, flattering people to the skies, making them feel incredibly comfortable and lightheaded.
The flying dragon that Hua Er found was shot down by Li Ju'an. Meanwhile, on the other side of the shady slope behind the mountain, Da Hu was leading Xiao Gangpao and shouting.
The dogs barked loudly. Li Ju'an ran over to take a look and saw that there were no tall branches, only a large patch of dense, thick bushes.
In a dense and secluded thicket, a dragon unfortunately fell into the encirclement of hunting dogs. It curled up, its eyes filled with fear and helplessness. Its timidity made it look as clumsy as a lost roe deer, completely losing its former agility.
Just as despair was gripped, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence, signaling that the hunters were hurrying to the scene. This sudden sense of urgency jolted the dragon awake. It leaped forward, its legs kicking out powerfully, and after a few short, forceful strides, its wings unfurled, lifting it into the air before it soared into the sky.
Although its flight was somewhat unsteady, and its altitude and distance were limited, it was enough to traverse the dense bush barrier and escape the threat from the ground.
Seeing its prey's astonishing transformation, the tiger's fighting spirit ignited instantly, and it took off chasing. Without hesitation, it pounced forward, determined to pull the dragon back to the ground. However, the dragon's flying ability, though not superb, was enough to nimbly maneuver through the low bushes, making the chase more difficult for the hounds.
Tiger leaped into the bushes without hesitation, only to be instantly trapped by the intricate, dense branches. These natural obstacles, the dense foliage obscuring Tiger's vision, made every step extremely difficult, while Flying Dragon had already bypassed the bushes and glided low to the west.
Just as Little Cannon and White Mastiff were about to pounce, their hind legs buckled and they stomped hard on the ground, tracing a free arc as they disappeared into the distance.
The hounds chased after the flying dragon soaring in the sky with great enthusiasm, thoroughly enjoying themselves and barking as they considered the pursuit and hunting of the dragon a pleasure.
Song Desheng looked up at the flying dragon soaring high in the boundless sky. There were no trees around to lean on, and he couldn't help but frown and mutter to himself, "Flying like this isn't a solution. What should we do?"
Li Ju'an, holding his small-caliber hunting rifle, said, "What else can we do? Just do it. Didn't Uncle Qian say it's as simple as target practice?"
Song Desheng laughed and scolded, "Uncle Qian just spouts nonsense. He thinks it's as easy as shooting targets. That's him. It's really hard for us to aim properly."
The dragon flew low, requiring aiming, but the startled dragon was extremely wary, howling and flying erratically. There were no tall trees nearby, making it impossible to predict which direction the dragon would fly.
Suddenly, Song Desheng pointed ahead and shouted, "There are tall trees!"
The dragon really did fly along the tallest branches, seeking a sense of security.
Li Ju'an spotted the direction of the tree and aimed at it from two inches in front of the flying dragon's head.
He steadily raised his gun and aimed it at the freely soaring figure. Song Desheng also took a similar small-caliber hunting rifle from Lao Zhang, and the two men, with perfect coordination, aimed their guns at the tree and pulled the triggers simultaneously.
boom!boom!
Two crisp gunshots pierced the sky, and the dragon's figure swayed slightly in the air, its magnificent tail feathers trembled, and it fell down.
Li Ju'an shot the dragon right behind its eye, while Song Desheng shot off a tuft of its tail feathers. A large patch of beautiful tail feathers fell, causing Song Desheng to slap his thigh and shout, "Oh my god!"
Old Zhang saw that his marksmanship was abysmal and laughed, revealing his yellow teeth.