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Chapter 159 The Wolf Pack of the Old Factory Manager
Fourteen years ago, the Qianjin Ranch suffered a tiger attack. The production manager was very busy at that time, spending every day in the ranch in charge of production. He was only thinking about overall planning and how to allocate timber and lumber for construction.
But then, a tiger attack occurred in 66, and the old farm manager could only find the ranch manager to contact the forestry manager.
Back in 66, tigers appeared in the Xing'an Mountains. The forestry station could only offer rewards to encourage hunters from several nearby villages to hunt them. However, there were too many tigers, and many hunters and hunting dogs were lost. The forestry station could only organize four formidable hunters to surround and kill the tigers.
As it turned out, Old Master Lu had just retired from hunting and left. Old Tao, having been deeply affected by the accidental killing of a bear cub and the loss of the entire litter, retired to become a dog-hunting commander. With neither of the two top hunters taking on any work, the forestry station could only find hunters from Niubeitun and the ranch's family quarters.
As a result, after the two gunners entered the Tiger Forest, one team went missing, and when the other team came out, the gunner waved his hand and said that he couldn't fight them and had to call the falcons from Eagle Village to help chase the tiger.
The old production manager took one look and realized this wouldn't do. Even with rewards from the forestry farm, they couldn't find enough hunters to hunt them, so they couldn't organize a proper operation and had to report the matter to higher authorities.
With the help of higher authorities, a total of 18 Type 56 semi-automatic rifles were allocated, attracting a large number of hunters from the surrounding area to form a large tiger-hunting team to hunt tigers in the mountains. They also hired gunners from Eagle Village and asked falcons to track and hunt tigers in the mountains.
Old Qian from the security department sighed when he talked about this: "Later, the old farm manager retired early. I heard that he raised dogs in the mountains and said he wanted to train a dog team as good as falcons. But who would have thought that the old farm manager wasn't training dogs, but wolves."
The tiger was killed in 66, and things calmed down for a while until tiger attacks reappeared in recent years. Fourteen years ago, the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle was valuable and could attract a large number of hunters. But now, 80, hunting rifles are common in the hands of hunters, and the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle is no longer a novelty or rarity, so it no longer motivates hunters.
The old farm manager trained wolves and personally guarded the area where wild beasts gathered in the ditch. Unexpectedly, before he could even hunt down the tiger, he was instead torn apart alive by the tamed wolf pack.
Li Ju'an looked around the hills and said, "The old farm manager chose this place to train wolves because it's easy to encounter wild beasts and large mountain animals. With this terrain, it's not good to hunt wolves while training them."
The surrounding mountains are flat, with many large, gentle ridges. When prey charges, neither wolves nor dogs can hold them back. Take that tiger cub from earlier, for example. It ran around the ridges for a long time, exhausted, before being surrounded and pinned down by dogs. And that was only because it was lucky; it just so happened to encounter an inexperienced tiger cub.
Old Qian and the others saw through it but didn't say anything. They shook their heads and sighed, "The old farm manager is kind-hearted and bold, but that's the problem. This is something you can't do."
The tigers were gradually hunted down and killed, but the wolves were raised domestically. Before the tiger hunt was even over, they encountered an even tougher opponent.
Lu Zhiqiang, Song Desheng, and Xiao Sun each drove a sled, pulling it from the front to haul over the three-headed, two-small, large-clawed corpse.
There were seven or eight deer on the ground, a large number, but transporting them would be troublesome and time-consuming, requiring people to be called to carry them.
Suddenly, another wolf howl came from the ridge, and a pack of wolves responded from nearby.
In the darkness, the moonlight was obscured, and only the beam of a flashlight could be seen. And there were the green eyes of wolves in the woods.
Song Desheng said, "What do we do? Shall we get started?"
He turned his head and saw that Li Ju'an and Lu Zhiqiang were already dragging a sled each, and had also put the injured Xiao Shi on the sled, and were running away with the wounded man and the three tigers.
From afar, Li Ju'an roared, "What the hell are you doing! It's doubtful you can even see clearly!"
The wolf pack was enormous; heaven knows exactly how many wolves the old rancher was training. The dark, shadowy silhouettes of wild beasts, with their gleaming green eyes, numbered in the dozens. Wolves were agile and cunning, and incredibly vengeful. If a bullet hit their limbs, rear, or body, a wolf would pounce and swoop down on them. Hunting wolves during the day was difficult enough, requiring steady hands, sharp eyesight, and the ability to predict their movements; fighting them at night was even more challenging.
If things go wrong, one of the dozens of wolves could pounce on you, and its bite force of up to 200 pounds could instantly snap a person's neck.
When Song Desheng glanced around and saw that there was really no one there, his blood pressure surged to his head, and he ran wildly after Li Ju'an, who was pulling the sled, shouting, "There really is no one here? We can't outrun wolves, but even without a sled to pull us, we can still outrun you guys!"
The group ran for two miles, their legs feeling like lead. Luckily, they were following the wind, so no air got into their mouths, but they still inhaled a lot of cold air while running, and many of them got gasps in their ribs, clutching their ribs with contorted expressions of pain.
Li Ju'an tossed the sled to Song Desheng and shouted, "You're the only one who runs so fast. There are no wolves left. You're just a simpleton who keeps rushing forward."
Song Desheng still dared not be careless, and continued to run forward while dragging the sled, saying, "Those wolves were so arrogant just now. If such a big group pounced on us, I wonder who among you wouldn't pee their pants."
An old hunter from the Xingan Mountains wouldn't let words slip by, unless he disliked the person. Seeing that no one was paying attention to Song Desheng, Old Qian quickly said, "What are you doing, hurry up and leave, or you'll be chased by those thugs later, won't you?"
Song Desheng continued, "Luckily we brought the dogs up the mountain and came back with a good harvest. Otherwise, if we had run into those sullen faces from Yingtun, we wouldn't have had the face to stay in the village."
Lu Zhiqiang asked in surprise, "It's not like you live in the village, what face are you trying to save?"
"We've finally made it into the mountains, so we can't let ourselves be taken advantage of by showing off to Tiger King. We have to make the most of this opportunity to show off in front of Eagle Village's sullen face."
The men looked at each other and burst into laughter. They figured the wolves wouldn't catch up so quickly; they were still about two miles from the forest ranger's post. It was just dawn; the sun would soon rise, providing clear visibility and allowing them to see clearly through their scopes. The hunters would feel more confident holding their guns, and facing the wolves in daylight wouldn't be as disadvantageous.
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At this moment, in the forest ranger's duty room, Chen Xiangqian raised his hand and looked at his wristwatch; it was 5:30.
It was still pitch black outside. He threw off the quilt, sat up, and, feeling cold, quickly pulled out his thermal underwear from under the mattress and put it on. He rubbed his arms vigorously to warm himself up.
Veterinarian Zhang had already sat up, lit the kerosene lamp. This kind of kerosene lamp consists of a container filled with kerosene, with a wick extending out to draw the kerosene from the container and then lighting it for illumination.
He examined the stitched wounds of several dogs. The white mastiff, the spotted dog, and the white-eared dog were badly injured; the three dogs together required over 130 stitches. The three dogs stared wide-eyed, each hooked up to an IV drip for anti-inflammatory treatment. This was very rare in the 80s; anti-inflammatory drugs were precious, and hunters were unwilling to spend large sums of money to hire veterinarians and buy expensive anti-inflammatory drugs to save their dogs. Even in later pet shops, such a scene is seldom seen.
When Veterinarian Zhang saw Chen Xiangqian sit up, he said, "What's wrong, kid? Scared? If you're scared, call your dad and ask him to send someone to take you back."
He gestured with his chin towards the only telephone in the wooden hut of the duty room. This dial-up phone was locked in a wooden box.
The wooden box has a hole at one end through which the telephone wire passes to protect the telephone from theft. As long as the lock is not opened, the telephone cannot be dialed while inside the wooden box.
Old Zhang patted Forestry Officer Tang on the shoulder and asked him for the keys. Old Tang fumbled in his belt, untied a bunch of keys, the key rings tied with a string.
"Is the eldest son scared and wants to go back?"