Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The road in the mountains is rugged and winding, and is difficult to walk on.

Coupled with the thick layer of snow, the difficulty was multiplied several times.

Even with the physical fitness of He Daqing and the other two, they had only walked a dozen miles after half a day.

The three were cold and hungry, so they found a place sheltered from the wind, made a fire and rested.

He Daqing quickly stripped the snow rabbit of its clothes, took out the rabbit's warm heart and threw it aside.

He made cuts on the rabbit's body, skewered it on a branch, and roasted it over the fire.

The whole process is like flowing water, pleasing to the eye.

Wu Yong couldn't help but sigh inwardly. You know, Wu Yong had just started the fire, and He Daqing had already cleaned up the rabbits neatly.

Zhao Fei picked up some firewood and waved a handful of pine needles in his hand.

"I'll boil some water and we'll make some pine needle tea to warm ourselves up."

He Daqing took out a bag of tea from his arms and waved it.

"I brought tea, Lushan Cloud Tea."

Zhao Fei threw away the pine needles in his hand and sat down next to He Daqing.

“Haha, this is good.

Haven’t you checked the supplies?

How did you bring this tea in?

Is the old man blind?"

He Daqing grinned.

"Why do you care how I brought it in? As long as it's drinkable, that's fine."

Wu Yong, holding a branch and fiddling with the firewood, also interrupted.

"Lao Zhao, Lao He, let's go a little further today while the weather is nice..."

Naturally, the two had no objections. Their purpose of coming here was the same, which was to win.

A golden roasted rabbit was quickly eaten up by the three people.

While chatting and joking, drinking a bowl of hot tea will instantly sweep away all the physical fatigue.

Although he didn't see any large animals along the way, the traces of animals could not escape He Daqing's sharp eyes.

There are paths in the bushes left by small animals, some sparse hair, and fresh excrement.

All of this proves that this snow forest is more full of vitality than I imagined.

It was just that we were just a group of people, and the noise we made was too loud, so the animals stayed away from us.

Although this place belongs to the Russians' territory, there are quite a few Chinese who come here to poach.

Occasionally they found some traces of fire, but the group was not too surprised.

No wonder the animals know how to avoid people from a distance. Those who don’t know how to avoid people must have eaten peanuts.

As the sky gradually darkened, the three of them emerged from a tall forest and found a small, slightly empty snowfield.

There happened to be a large protruding rock in this open space, with a place underneath to shelter from the wind and rain.

The three of them showed some joy on their faces. They didn't expect to have such luck.

With some simple repairs under the stone, it can become a suitable shelter.

That space is spacious enough for three people to lie down.

The three of them divided the work and started working. Zhao Fei and Wu Yong were responsible for cutting some branches with pine needles to build a shelter.

It doesn't have to be made too complicated, just lean it vertically against a big rock to block the wind.

He Daqing was in charge of making a fire, preparing two pheasants, and preparing a large pot of chicken soup...

As night fell, the temperature in the snowfield continued to drop.

In the shelter, with a fire burning and wrapped in sleeping bags, we could barely feel a little warmth.

Two people sleep, and one is responsible for keeping watch and adding firewood.

We can't be careless at all. If the fire goes out, the severe cold of more than 30 degrees below zero will definitely freeze people to death.

No wonder He Daqing asked to participate in the hunting competition one-on-one, but was rejected by the Russians.

In this cruel weather, the slightest negligence can cost a person's life.

The sun had just risen and the three people in the shelter had already started eating breakfast.

A pot of crow soup cooked by He Daqing.

After three meals, Wu Yong and Zhao Fei's impression of He Daqing had undergone a drastic change.

If this were a snowfield survival competition, He Daqing would definitely be the one who survived to the end.

The three of them were in good spirits. After eating the crow soup, they began to pack their bags.

Wu Yong proposed:

"Lao He, Lao Zhao.

The three of us fanned out and looked for prey upwind.

We stood downwind and the animals couldn't smell us.

In this way, as long as we make less noise and follow the tracks of some animals, we will eventually get some results."

Zhao Fei nodded.

"Old Wu is right. This way, the three of us won't be too far away, and we can still take care of each other."

He Daqing has a different view.

"Lao Zhao, Lao Wu, I want to go in the direction of the wind.

Hey, I found the trace of a big guy and want to give it a try.

Don't worry, it's just the upwind side, the smell problem is easy to solve.

I found some pine needles, rubbed them into a pulp, and rubbed them on my body, which helped to cover up the smell a little.

Okay, no need to persuade me, I can do it alone, no problem.

This is about the honor of our Chinese soldiers. I, He Daqing, will not do anything rash. Don't worry."

He Daqing waved to the two men and strode into the old forest.

Yesterday, I found moose hoof prints in the old forest. Judging from the width and size of the hoof, it was most likely an adult male moose.

The moose, also known as the "an" in the folk, is a creature in mythology. The Mite people call it "andahan".

Female moose live in groups, while male moose generally live alone.

There was only one type of hoof prints at the scene, which further confirmed He Daqing's guess.

Moose are the largest herbivores in this snowy forest.

A strong male moose is undoubtedly the hunters' dream hunting target.

He Daqing followed the moose's footprints and began to chase it.

After walking for more than half an hour, the vague footprints of the moose began to become clear.

He Daqing's face lit up with joy, and he quickly pulled out several handfuls of juicy green grass from the space.

Crush the grass and start applying it on your body to cover up your own smell.

The rich scent of green grass floats downwind along with the wind and can also attract moose.

He Daqing put all his things into the space, holding only a hunting rifle, crouched down, and moved in the direction of the footprints with light and stealthy steps.

Hunting requires not only various skills, but the most important thing is patience.

If you are not careful at all and make too much noise or leak the scent, it will alert the prey and all your efforts will be wasted.

The appearance of a pile of fresh, unfrozen moose dung made He Daqing even more excited.

This pile of stuff weighs more than ten pounds, although it's not the kind that emits a trace of steam.

But it didn’t freeze or harden at this temperature, which means it is definitely only fresh within a few minutes.

He Daqing could even smell a faint smell of mutton in the air.

The moose was definitely nearby, probably within a hundred meters...