sjar Chapter 39 The 34-pound cannonball has become a spirit.
Chapter 39 The 34-pound cannonball has become a spirit.
Wild boars are clever; they know to rely on their master's power.
The male piglet fought his way up from a lone male to a group of sows, gaining their favor. He was far superior to the average lone male in both physical strength and intelligence. The pigs knew that humans weren't as agile as dogs; no matter how they tried to ram a dog, they couldn't hit it, but a human would hit easily. If they killed a human, the dog would back down.
The cannonball, weighing three or four hundred pounds, was fierce and aggressive, baring its curved and sharp fangs as it charged at the second son of the Qian family.
Rumble, rumble.
The cannonball ran extremely fast. When charging, it lowered its head slightly, preparing its sharp fangs, ready to strike upwards at any moment and deliver a fatal blow to the second son of the Qian family.
Old Qian and Li Guaizi were so shocked that their blood rushed to their heads. They simultaneously pulled back the bolts of their guns, held them to their faces, and were ready to pull the trigger at any moment.
But the second son of the Qian family stood in front of the cannonball and kept moving his feet.
Even his own father, Old Qian, was so frightened that cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he dared not pull the trigger. What if he missed the cannonball and shot his own son instead? He would have nowhere to cry.
Old Qian stared for a long time, his palms covered in cold sweat. The immense pressure made the veins on his forehead bulge and his temples throb. He gritted his teeth and cursed.
"You son of a bitch!"
Old Qin, the gunner, growled, "Get your guns, close in and fire!"
A group of hunters would immediately form a small fan-shaped distribution area, making it easier to hit their prey; this is known in the trade as "gathering sand".
Each person carried a hunting rifle, and with the stock over a meter long, the total length of the rifle exceeded 1.5 meters. When held with both hands pointing towards the sky, it was already taller than an adult. Even in the event of an accidental discharge, the user would not be injured.
boom! boom! boom!
The hunters collectively pulled the triggers into the air. The synchronized roar of the guns shook the entire Wild Boar Forest, causing the pine forest to tremble and vibrate, the echoes reverberating.
Old Qian's youngest son was so frightened by the gunshots that he crouched on the ground with his head in his hands, not daring to utter a sound, and couldn't hear anything because of the buzzing in his ears.
Based on this experience, if many hunters fire into the air at the same time, the wild boars will be scared away long ago.
Old Qin, the cannon wielder, gritted his teeth and went all out. He would rather lose this wave of wild boars than lose the life of the second son of the Qian family. He couldn't let the child's life be lost in the process of hunting.
Two sows were scared away, and three yellow-haired pigs also ran wildly in fright. But this shrew was a tough nut to crack. Regardless of her own life, she bared her fangs and charged at Qian's second son without slowing down at all!
The cannonball was fierce, and the second son of the Qian family was no pushover either.
Although the second son of the Qian family was terrified, he knew that if that fang hit him squarely, he would be disemboweled and would not survive to get down the mountain.
At the brink of life and death, his adrenaline surged and his blood boiled. At the age of 16, a time of reckless daring, he grabbed a wheel axe and swung it fiercely at the chest of the nearby cannonball.
Old Qian yelled angrily, "You idiot! Lie down, you moron!"
If it weren't for the second son of the Qian family constantly hovering in front of the cannonball, the hunters would have shot it dead long ago, and it wouldn't have survived until now. But the second son of the Qian family refused to bow his head or lie down. Blood rushed to his head, and he insisted on using his wheel axe to fight the cannonball head-on.
The axe had barely swung when it struck the back of the mud-oil armor.
The cannonball, weighing three to four hundred pounds, was extremely sturdy when hung on the back; even an air gun couldn't break it, let alone a wheel axe.
The axe flashed, but instead of piercing flesh as Qian's second son had imagined, it stopped at the hard, muddy armor, causing his hand to ache from the impact. Even the sharp axe couldn't pierce the pig's body.
The second son of the Qian family was startled.
He finally understood what the old hunters in the village meant when they said: the scariest thing about wild boars is that they're not very bright.
Wild boars seem intelligent, knowing to abandon their hounds and charge at people after the hunter leaves, but wild boars are actually quite simple-minded.
Tigers and black bears know to retreat and give up when intimidated, but wild boars do not.
A man blinded by rage, what does it matter how many shotguns are pointed at him? He's not afraid at all! They say the ruthless fear the stubborn, and the stubborn fear the reckless.
When encountering a pig weighing three or four hundred pounds, unless it is killed with a single shot, even if the second son of the Qian family is given a gun, someone who has never fired a hunting rifle before might not be able to aim at the boar's weak point, so nothing he uses will be effective.
Old Qin, the gunner, also growled, "Kid, get down!"
All the hunters were on high alert, their guns fixed on the cannonball, waiting for the moment when the second son of the Qian family dodged so they could shoot the cannonball dead.
But, alas.
The second son of the Qian family refused.
Or rather, the second son of the Qian family was terrified. How could a sixteen-year-old boy have imagined that even a wheel axe couldn't pierce a pig's body?
Before the second son of the Qian family could recover, he swung his axe too forcefully and stumbled forward. The wild boar ducked down and its head pierced through his legs.
With a powerful thrust of its body, the cannonball pig lifted him into the air.
The young man was stunned as he flew over the pig's body and crashed heavily to the ground. He didn't scream or even groan because his head hit the stone slab and he was knocked unconscious.
Good dogs protect their master. The two dogs that the Qian family brought became anxious and charged straight at the wild boar.
The Qian family brought two dogs: a white dog and a spotted dog. Although the two hunting dogs were brave, they were much smaller, heavier, and weaker than the wild boar. Hunting relies heavily on speed and teamwork. At this moment, before the lead dog, Da Hu, had even charged, the Qian family's two hunting dogs rushed into Long Sha's encirclement and continued to fight and entangle with the wild boar, making Qin Pao curse loudly in anger.
"You all get the hell back here!"
With a muffled thud, the Qian family's white dog was swiftly knocked away by a wild boar's tusks.
The white dog died a gruesome death; sharp wild boar tusks pierced its soft belly, and its intestines spilled out. It couldn't withstand even the slightest bit of pain.
The other spotted dog was very imposing and extremely patient. It actually managed to hold back the wild boar's hind legs, showing great protectiveness and preventing the wild boar from getting even half a step closer to the unconscious second son of the Qian family.
In the village, there are good dogs that protect their owners, capable of biting wild boars and exhausting themselves to death on their backs. This spotted dog was such a loyal dog, willing to die of exhaustion to protect its master.
Old Qian was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. He raised his hunting rifle to aim, but the boar seemed to have a mind of its own. It seemed to know that many hunting rifles were aimed at it. As it ran towards the unconscious second son of the Qian family, it turned around and used the hunting dog hanging from its hind legs to block the hunters' aim, trying to stomp on the second son of the Qian family with its big body.
If that hoof had landed squarely, the second son of the Qian family would have been either dead or crippled.
Old Qin, the gunner, watched with burning eyes, his blood pressure soaring to his head, his brain buzzing. He raised his gun to his face, not caring whether he would hit the Qian family's dog. He aimed at the swaying cannonball and was about to pull the trigger.
At that moment, Li Ju'an's figure flashed past his scope.
Li Ju'an rushed towards the side of the cannonball without setting up his gun.
All the hunters were so shocked that their hearts pounded wildly, and they cursed inwardly: Another newbie! What a reckless, suicidal fool!