My 1995 Small Farm.

Chapter 747

Logically speaking, since Chen Ling uses a knife instead of a gun, this hunting method should be called knife hunting.

However, if a seasoned hunter who knows his knife hunting were to see him using this method, he would probably be speechless and not know what to say.

If I had to sum it up in one sentence, this person is simply inhuman.

No ordinary person would act like that.

Even a young, strong, and experienced veteran wouldn't play like that.

Experienced hunters tend to be more cautious when facing wild boars.

There's a saying among experienced hunters: "Newbies don't hunt wolves, and veterans don't hunt pigs."

The meaning is simple: wolves are too cunning, and novices without experience can't outsmart them with their tricks.

The saying "experienced hands don't hunt pigs" is exactly the opposite of this.

Even experienced hunters can't be too careless when hunting boars. These beasts run rampant and are unreasonable in the mountains. Even a seasoned hunter can't withstand a single blow if he's not careful.

A body weighing two or three hundred pounds is too heavy for most people to withstand, no matter how it's hit.

Who else would do something like Chen Ling, who just saw a group of wild boars and charged straight at them with his dog?

The key point is that he didn't carry any long-handled knives or forks for hunting. When he saw the wild boar, he simply jumped up onto its back and stabbed it in the heart.

What kind of things are people capable of doing at this time?
The old sayings like "experienced hands don't hunt pigs" and "don't hunt pigs that come right in front of you" seem to be nonsense to him.

"Aww!"

As everyone was stunned, another miserable scream from a wild boar was heard.

The scream was so pitiful that it sent chills down one's spine.

All I could see was a wild boar with a bloody hole dug into its rear end by the big golden dog.

This bloody hole is as big as a bowl; it truly deserves to be called a hole.

Around the bloody hole, intestines and excrement were flung out, a truly bloody and brutal sight.

These people are all used to being pampered.

I've never seen anything like this before.

I was momentarily stunned by the bloody scene at the foot of the mountain, feeling dizzy and even nauseous.

Regardless of their reaction.

The battle at the foot of the mountain was far from over.

It's not just not over yet; it's just the beginning.

Chen Ling and his two dogs hadn't been hunting in the mountains for a long time, and in their excitement, they quickly finished off the three wild boars, which were still howling and spitting blood, not yet completely dead.

The man and his two dogs abandoned them and continued chasing the remaining wild boars.

The remaining wild boars scattered and fled.

They're running in all directions, going in all sorts of ways.

As the saying goes: Rabbits go up the mountain, chickens come down.

When wild rabbits run uphill, they can make full use of their hind legs to run very fast on the hillside, and humans cannot catch up with them.

When you're going down the mountain, just put up the rabbit net at the foot of the mountain. When people chase after them, the rabbits will run into the net, making them easy to catch.

Pheasants coming down the mountain can fly down the slope, running and flying at the same time, making them very difficult for people to catch.

Wild boars, unlike pheasants and rabbits, can be found in both.

You can't chase them up the mountain, and you can't stop them coming down the mountain.

Wild boars that go up the mountain are hard to catch.

Similar to rabbits, they run very fast when going uphill.

On the way down the mountain, this guy charged recklessly and couldn't be stopped.

Now these wild boars are running all over the mountains, and most of them are rushing uphill. Normally, unless you have a powerful weapon, no one would chase them.

First, wild boars run very fast when they go up the mountain.

Secondly, many of the places that wild boars can pass through are impassable to humans.

The surrounding mountains are covered with vines, small branches, and shrubs, which may seem inconspicuous, but it is not easy for people to get through. Wild boars, with their thick skin and tough flesh, can ignore these obstacles and wade through them directly.

and so……

When the terrain is not steep, hunters usually send their hunting dogs to chase the pig. A pack of dogs will surround the pig and keep it in one place until the hunter arrives, at which point they will deliver the fatal blow.

However, Chen Ling did not act according to common sense at this time.

He looked like he had gone to the mountains to chase after those escaped wild boars.

Actually not.

Instead, they specifically target the pigs that are slipping and spinning around on the steep slopes like headless flies.

The mountain slopes are quite steep, making it difficult for wild boars to run up. They circle around in panic at the foot of the mountain, trying to run up, kicking up loose rocks that keep sliding down the slope, but they still can't get up there.

Where wild boars can't go, people certainly can't go either.

Chen Ling caught up at this moment, but didn't rush to run uphill.

It made strange noises like "Awooohoo" to scare it, and kept throwing stones at it.

This wild boar was a male with newly grown bristles, and it couldn't withstand provocation or intimidation.

Given the critical situation, the young and vigorous boar, having been hit by several stones, suddenly turned red in the eyes, turned around, and, panting heavily, howled "Fen'er, Fen'er" as it charged diagonally down the hillside towards Chen Ling.

This is exactly the effect Chen Ling wanted.

The wild boar charged at him head-on, and he immediately perked up, quickly retreating to the foot of the mountain to create distance.

Then, just like a Spanish bullfighter, he turned around, staring at the wild boar charging down the mountain, and braced himself for the attack.

The moment the wild boar charged down the mountain, I swiftly dodged its impact. As I dodged, I pushed off the ground and leaped onto the boar's back. Just like before, I drew my hunting knife and plunged it into the back of the boar's leg.

The moment blood gushed out, Chen Ling drew his hunting knife.

He switched hands and slashed the other side with a soft "whoosh".

The wild boar suffered two injuries to its heart and lungs, and blood gushed from half of its body.

But this wild boar was a young male, and even after being bled twice, it still had the strength to run wildly.

However, this is like some of the strange poisons in martial arts novels. After being poisoned, the more you circulate your internal energy, the deeper the poisoning becomes, and the more you become weak all over.

The wild boar bleeds faster the more it runs.

Chen Ling rode on the boar's back, and as the wild boar wandered aimlessly around the foot of the mountain like a headless fly, his stabbing motions continued. One stab to the left, one stab to the right.

Generally speaking, as wild boars age, their hides become tougher and their armor extends further back.

This young boar hasn't yet developed thick armor.

It was much easier for Chen Ling to stab with the knife than he had stabbed the old sow earlier.

He made several cuts in succession.

The pig, having exhausted all its strength, collapsed to the ground with a thud.

His eyes were dull, his mouth was wide open, and he took in a lot of air but exhaled very little.

No matter how much Chen Ling kicked it, it wouldn't move.

Heiwa and Xiaojin performed even better.

After they killed the two boars, their pursuit of the remaining fleeing wild boars was not as simple and brutal as Chen Ling's.

Instead, it barked loudly all the way, driving the fleeing wild boar to a muddy pond on the mountainside to the north.

The muddy pond is very shallow in winter.

There was hardly any water; it was all soft, mushy black mud, almost like a swamp.

There are four large pigs, three females and one male.

The male was the same as the one Chen Ling had just slaughtered; it was a young lad whose mane had just grown.

There weren't any wild boar cubs.

These four pigs are stuck in the mud, seemingly unable to get out or run away.

At this point, with the four wild boars trapped in the depression, the two dogs finally revealed their cruel side.

Xiao Jin, having learned this from somewhere, started flying kites with Heiwa, wandering around the pond and constantly looking for opportunities to bite the wild boar.

Whenever a wild boar struggled and was about to emerge from the mud, the two dogs would rush up and bite its vitals.

When the wild boars retreated, the others began barking and taunting them again.

And so on and on.

Before long, the four wild boars were covered in wounds and bleeding profusely.

It's only a matter of time before they take him down.

Such hunting scenes are extremely rare to see.

People who were still dizzy from the shock of the bloodstains on the ground couldn't care less about their various physical discomforts.

They each found a safe viewing spot and exclaimed in amazement.

"My God, these dogs are amazing! The two of them together took down four wild boars."

"No, it's not four heads, there are still the two from the beginning."

"If so many wild boars hadn't escaped, we would have wiped them all out in one go."

"These two big dogs are indeed worthy of being called the king of dogs. They are so powerful. Brother Ling is also very powerful. He doesn't even need to carry a hunting rifle when hunting. He dares to fight wild boar head-on and kill it so easily."

"Yes, yes, just like the highly skilled martial arts heroes in martial arts TV dramas, jumping so high, onto the back of a wild boar..."

"This hunting is so exciting! It looks so thrilling, even more interesting than watching a movie. Do all the hunters know martial arts?"

Several of the slightly younger ones were very excited and began to imagine that the hunters all possessed extraordinary skills.

People from both Hong Kong and Taiwan stared wide-eyed, looking as if they were seeing something for the first time.

However, these people from the provincial TV station, as well as He Jiawen and his group, are different from them.

They had seen the videos of Chen Ling killing wild boars, including the time when wild boars broke into the scene during the tiger-fighting scene, and the time when he fought the wild boar king. They had all witnessed it.

They weren't surprised that Chen Ling was very skilled.

What surprised them were Heiwa and Xiaojin, two dogs.

"This dog is amazing. It's just like the ones in cartoons. It can even use its brain and strategy."

This is what the TV station staff said.

"These two big dogs are truly kings of dogs. I don't know how Fugui raised them. Their intelligence is even a level above that of wolves hunted in the wild."

This is what He Jiawen and the others said.

They specialize in this industry and have a deeper understanding of the habits of plants and animals than the average person.

Seeing the two dogs' performance, I was very excited and quickly perked up to watch their hunting process very attentively.

In fact, Chen Ling was also quite surprised by the two dogs' current abilities.

He himself really didn't teach the two of them much.

I didn't expect that after not going into the mountains for so long, I would be even more powerful.

"What a pity, what a pity I didn't bring any filming equipment..."

"Such a wonderful scene, it would be a shame not to record it."

"Yes, if this makes the news, the ratings will definitely be high."

"Alright, alright, stop watching the show. We didn't dare go up there, we didn't even dare to offer a gun, we couldn't help at all. Now we need to process the prey, so let's hurry up and go help Xiao Chen."

"Yes, yes, let's go down and help."

Now, wild boar carcasses lie scattered at the foot of the mountain.

The blood pooled around the body, and all sorts of internal organs and intestines were scattered everywhere.

Chen Ling stood there with his hands on his hips, his heart pounding, slightly out of breath, but his eyes were bright.

These are some very good results.

However, Chen Ling was still a little unsatisfied; he felt that his body had only just warmed up.

If this wild boar herd were a little larger, and there were a few more wild boars...

Or if another herd of wild boars comes, let him bring two dogs for a fight; that would be truly exciting.

I don't know if it was just wishful thinking or if things just happened by chance.

He had barely had this idea when the two dogs on the mountainside started barking wildly.

Judging by the direction, it's heading towards the Qinling Mountains in the northwest, and there does seem to be prey lurking nearby.

(End of this chapter)