sjar Chapter 140 This is the division commander's son, I want to befriend him.
Chapter 140 This is the division commander's son, I want to befriend him.
Li Ju'an didn't rush down. He stood about 120 meters away from the wild boar herd, watching the cannonballs' every move. Only after the cannonballs' attention was completely focused on the door did he squat down, set up his gun in a seated position, and begin to aim.
His palms were incredibly rough, his eyes narrowed, and a fierce glint flashed in his brown pupils. He switched to a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, aimed at the cannonball below his ear, and fired.
He pulled the trigger, a flash of light erupted from the muzzle, the spent cartridge was ejected, and the gun rose. Without even looking, he fired one shot and pulled the trigger, firing all 10 rounds from the .56 half-magazine magazine in quick succession, blasting the wild boar's brain.
The cannonball is incredibly resilient, and its impact speed and force are astonishing. Despite the 120-meter distance, it only takes a wild boar a few seconds to reach it.
Startled, the cannonball began to stir, turning to unleash its furious rage on the spot where the shot had been fired. This was the most dangerous moment for the hunter.
Li Ju'an was well aware of all these intricacies. He knew he couldn't approach the wild boar head-on, nor could he face the boar directly. He released the hunting dogs to chase and harass the boar, giving him a chance to finish it off with a shot.
Da Hu and he went hunting together many times, and they always cooperated perfectly.
When Da Hu saw several wild boars charging towards him, he led his pack of dogs to rush over and fight. But when the wild boars were right in front of him, Da Hu was quick and agile, and in a few quick rolls, he dodged the wild boars' charge.
Several slippery red wolves and an even more formidable black panther barked and cheered from the sidelines, but refused to approach. This infuriated the already heavily injured cannonballs, who tried to charge left and right, but the target was too agile, and they couldn't catch a single one.
The cannons were completely disoriented by the hounds, so Li Ju'an switched to a close-range overhand gun and quickly joined the battle with Song Desheng and Lu Zhiqiang without hesitation.
The gun also uses 7.62mm semi-automatic bullets, but thanks to the modifications made by the Lu family patriarch, the bullets travel at a faster speed. It has a long range and a high rate of fire. Once the gun is set to barrel-mounted, it cannot be switched back. Small prey such as squirrels and rabbits will be instantly destroyed with a single shot. If shooting at a pheasant, its head can be blasted apart with a single shot.
Song Desheng used a medium-sized slug, the power of which goes without saying; it could penetrate even the hardest skull of a black bear with a single shot. With the Type 54 pistol in his hand, Lu Zhiqiang, emboldened by the gun, stood next to Li Ju'an and unleashed a barrage of fire.
The gunfire intensified. Hunters have a rule: two or more hunters standing together must stagger their fire to allow time for reloading. But when faced with wild animals, who cares about that in a crisis? They simply empty the magazine, break the gun, and fire again.
Li Ju'an fired a follow-up shot, and after the shot rang out, a cloud of blood mist sprayed from the back of the head of the charging cannonball.
He snapped the gun handle open, pulled out 10 bullets, loaded one into the chamber, closed the gun, chambered the bullet, and continued firing at the charging wild boar.
Sparks flew, and he opened fire immediately. Another wild boar let out a piercing scream, a scream that shook the mountains and rivers.
Even the most stubborn cannonball couldn't withstand excessive blood loss and became sluggish. After its final, leisurely charge, it collapsed in front of Li Ju'an.
The hunting dogs pounced on the pig and began to tear at its head, leaving it and its ears covered in blood.
The educated youths, hiding in the mud-brick houses and large cement rooms, were so frightened that they held the doors shut and only dared to peek out the windows. They saw the wild boars that had been attacking them earlier now charging more and more slowly, the snow beneath them gradually turning dark red, and the steam rising from their backs growing weaker and weaker, until finally they collapsed one by one in front of a young hunter.
"Chen Xiangqian, let me see what's happening outside."
The educated youth looking out the window was named Chen Xiangqian. No matter how he looked at the young hunter, he seemed to be about the same age as him. He was hiding in the cement house, trembling with his back against the cabinet door, while his peers were already out there shooting wild boars, saving their lives.
Chen Xiangqian's gaze towards Li Ju'an immediately changed, filled with admiration and a hint of envy.
Who is that person?
"I don't know. He's probably a forest ranger hired by the ranch, or a new temporary worker from the security department."
“He doesn’t look like one to me; he looks more like a hunter from the mountains.”
After dealing with the most irritable cannonball, Li Ju'an called the hunting dogs to the barn to help drive away the remaining wild boars.
The biggest and most troublesome animals were all dead, and the remaining sow, Huang Maozi, was terrified. Her man was gone! The sow, with her young and cubs in tow, dared not cause any more trouble. Chased and having her anus ripped open by the hunting dogs, the sow was too frightened to look back and led Huang Maozi and the others in a desperate escape into the mountains.
The lone wolf, already traveling alone for thousands of miles, had even thought that by gathering a group, he might be able to run away with two of his beautiful sisters-in-law. But when he saw that the cannonball was dead and the sow had run away, he figured there was no point in keeping them around and quickly chased after his pretty sisters-in-law.
The hunting dogs barked loudly and chased the wild boar away completely.
Li Ju'an looked at the cannonballs lying haphazardly on the ground and was overjoyed.
He calculated in his mind that each of these cannonballs weighed at least 400 jin (approximately 200 kg), and if he harvested all six, he could afford to treat his family to a good feast for the New Year. His only worry was how to transport these six massive creatures, each weighing over 400 jin, back home.
Big Tiger returned, wagging his tail, looking as triumphant as if he had won a battle.
The slippery dog Hammer, and the even slipperier red wolf, along with the black panther wagging its tail vigorously, all seemed quite pleased, as if they were asking for a reward.
Without a word, Li Ju'an picked up his scalpel and stabbed it hard into the muddy armor of the boar's testicles, then slashed it open, gutting the wild boar. He tossed the intestines to Lu Zhiqiang to hang on a high branch, then threw out the entrails, dividing one half for Da Hu and the other half for the gang of dogs, before calling Song Desheng to bring the axe.
The two men chopped the boars into several large pieces, including the heads and four legs. They first threw the best leg parts onto a sled and carried them down the mountain. As for the remaining boar carcasses, they found a deep place, dug a pit, buried half of them, and set aside the rest to send to the ranch's canteen as a favor.
In the summer, he wouldn't dare delay, but fortunately, the thick snow in winter completely blocked out the smell of blood and flesh. In addition, the ranch was full of people, so wild animals didn't dare to approach rashly.
He performed these tasks with remarkable fluidity and ease, cooperating seamlessly with Song Desheng and Lu Zhiqiang. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect; having hunted so many wild boars and even shot several with cannonballs, he was intimately familiar with their habits.
Chen Xiangqian, an educated youth, stood inside the cement house, leaning against the window and seeing everything clearly. When he saw the young hunter, his eyes lit up.
He excitedly told his companion, "I'm not going to study at the Air Force flight school anymore; I'm going to get to know that young comrade."
The educated youths around them were surprised, but dared not say much.
A young man shouted, "Chen Xiangqian, are you crazy? You're the son of a division commander. Why would you give up such a promising future at the flight school and the air force to get to know a hunter from the countryside?"
Chen Xiangqian said in a low voice, "What do you know? He saved so many of our lives this time. Everyone gives him a thumbs up. You don't understand, he's really impressive."
The division commander's son, Chen Xiangqian, looked at Li Ju'an's figure with eyes full of light.