sjar Chapter 162 Green Skinny's Double Strike
Chapter 162 Green Skinny's Double Strike
As soon as Li Ju'an heard the gunshots coming from behind him, Lu Zhiqiang, Lao Qian, and the others turned around sharply and shouted, "There are eagles flying up there!"
Seven or eight falcons circled overhead, their imposing presence creating a sense of oppression. Three miles away, frequent gunshots rang out. Then, as the morning mist dissipated, the falcons swooped down several times, followed by even more intense gunfire.
The group exchanged glances; they were all still wearing sleds.
Song Desheng asked, "Isn't this the direction we came from? What should we do, Brother Li? People must be coming from that direction."
Li Ju'an patted his head, tossed the sled rope hanging on his body back to Song Desheng, and shouted, "Take the wounded and the tiger skin back first. Lu Zhiqiang, come with me to retrieve the people."
Old Qian from the security department took the rope from Lu Zhiqiang and hurried towards the forest ranger's duty hut without looking back.
Splitting into two groups was the best option. The group was close to the duty room, and Xiao Shi was seriously injured and bleeding. The smell of blood from the tiger skin on the sled was very strong. Only by getting to the rest point first could they ensure that the wounded could be treated and that the group could catch their breath.
Lu Zhiqiang was an honest man. Without saying a word, he slung his hunting rifle over his shoulder and followed Li Ju'an back.
The two of them had driven back and forth along this path twice, so they knew it like the back of their hand. After crossing the Damangang and Tiaoshitang, they spotted a series of green scorpion claw prints on the ground.
Lu Zhiqiang said, "Damn it, we used to think we could understand the mentality of raising wolves, but now it seems that the old farm manager is really despicable. Raising wolves is fine, but he's raised a huge pack, and the whole hill is almost turned into a wolf-walking area."
Li Ju'an said, "I reckon that old farm manager was trying to raise the wolves to be like dogs, and they even mixed in with the dogs, so they don't recognize people. The old man treated the wolves like guard dogs, they only recognize strangers, and they're a bunch of ingrates."
The wolf pack was too large. If it were someone like Lao Tao who specialized in training dogs, he could train the helper dogs that weren't afraid of strangers, and once trained, they could be integrated with their new owners and then handed over to them to be led up the mountain.
These specially trained helper dogs are not afraid of strangers. After hunting and unloading, their owners personally feed them, and after a couple of times, they become familiar with each other. Even if a stranger leads the dog up the mountain, the helper dog will still work very hard. Even when there is no owner, these helper dogs are not picky about who they are; whoever is free will lead them up the mountain to hunt, and they will work very hard. It's different for guard dogs; they must be familiar with strangers.
It's unclear what kind of wolf the old farm manager wanted to train. Perhaps he mixed wolves and dogs to breed wolfdogs. After all that, the wolfdogs would have pure wolf blood, making them wild and possessing the agility of dogs, making them unruly and difficult to tame.
Ahead lay the ditch where the gunshots had rang out. Four or five shrewish men lay dead, lying sideways.
Li Ju'an took a closer look with his gun. The green-skinned man's corpse was still fresh, shot in the head with an unmistakable accuracy that would earn anyone's thumbs up. The wolves lurking behind the nearby rocks were gray with black and yellow tinges, their snouts long and narrow with wide muzzles; some of them really did look like a hybrid of wolf and dog.
Without saying a word, he raised the muzzle of his gun, held it to his face, and fired a shot at the wolfhound.
boom!
Sparks flew, and after the shot was fired, a bullet struck the wolfhound squarely below the ear, piercing through its skull. The wolfhound didn't even have time to groan before collapsing limply to the ground.
He glanced at the results of the battle, then quickly bent the gun handle downwards with his right hand, pinched the empty bullet casings with his thumb and forefinger and pulled them out, then stuffed a handful of bullets into the chamber and fired another shot at the thug rushing towards him from behind.
boom!
The second sly creature pounced incredibly fast, but his gun fired even faster.
The bullet was aimed at three inches in front of the green-skinned man's face, but the green-skinned man was very cunning. He suddenly lunged forward, jumped up, and slammed his limbs to the ground. The bullet grazed the tip of the green-skinned man's ear.
Li Ju'an cursed and pulled on the bolt. In the blink of an eye, the green-skinned man had already leaped and pounced, his muscles and aura exploding with incredible speed and unstoppable force.
He could only drop his gun, roll on the ground, and barely avoid the shrew who lunged at him. But his coat rubbed against the slippery edge of the ditch, and the sheepskin coat rolled up, revealing his soft waist and abdomen.
A wolfhound nearby turned its head, not about to let go of the tender flesh on Li Ju'an's waist and abdomen. Its jaws, capable of a bite of 200 jin (approximately 100 catties), emitted a foul odor as it opened its mouth to bite at Li Ju'an's waist and abdomen. Coincidentally, the green-skinned wolf from before also flipped over and pounced with a scissor-like motion, its sharp fangs, 5 centimeters long, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Lu Zhiqiang was also trapped by two shrews. He used his .54 rifle to fire and drive away the nearest wolf with his right hand, and with his left hand he pulled out the knife from his waist and swung it toward Li Ju'an, shouting: "You coward, get the knife!"
The knife he threw missed all the swarms of ...
Seeing that there was no time to reload, Li Ju'an switched weapons, took the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle off his back, and casually swung it in an arc before slamming it in front of him.
The Type 56 semi-triangular bayonet, still in its locking mechanism after the tiger hunt. The bayonet, chambered and cocked, still has blood on both sides of its blood groove, stained with the tiger's blood, now congealed and emitting a foul odor.
He gripped the shaft of a Type 56 rifle, aimed the bayonet at the thug lunging at his throat, the sharp triangular bayonet gleaming coldly, the bayonet aimed at the thug's tender abdomen.
With a crisp "snap," the sharp object pierced through the body. The dagger pierced through the lower abdomen of the green-skinned man, and a large amount of blood flowed recklessly down the double-sided blood groove, dripping onto the snow.
Without even glancing at the grimacing, grimacing thug, he fought with all his might, his bulging veins rising high and his upper arm muscles twisting into a pretzel, lifting the thug's body, bayonet and all, and flinging it to the left front.
A fully grown green shrew can weigh 40 kilograms, quite heavy. In that critical moment, his adrenaline surged, and he swung his sword with all his might. The green shrew, lifted by the bayonet, collided head-on with another green shrew that pounced on him from behind, trying to tear at his tender belly.
In that brief moment, Lu Zhiqiang, twenty meters away, got a chance to catch his breath. He gripped the Type 54 pistol, turned to the left with his body facing the green-skinned man, positioned the web of his right hand behind the grip, and placed the first joint of his index finger on the trigger before pulling it.
boom!
Sparks flew from the muzzle of the Type 54 rifle; at close range, a single shot pierced through the heads of the two savages.
The bullet, scalding hot, pierced the wolf's head, entering through a small hole and exiting with blood. Neither of the two shrews could howl; blood mist sprayed from the back of their heads, their limbs twitched stiffly twice, and they collapsed.
Li Ju'an's Type 56 semi-triangular bayonet was still piercing the underbelly of a green-skinned wolf, who fell to the ground in front of him with a bullet wound to his head. He cursed, "Lu Zhiqiang, you little brat, you're trying to kill me when no one's around. If your knife had been a little more off, you would have ripped my belly open."
Lu Zhiqiang put away the Type 54 pistol and twirled it between his index and middle fingers, laughing smugly, "Just tell me whether I saved you or not. I was a little off-target that first shot, but the second shot was a double kill, hahaha."