Rebirth in 80, starting with hunting in the Greater Khingan Mountains

A group of people hurriedly grabbed the hand and pulled the little brother Miao out of the snow.

Miao's face turned pale and he was breathing heavily.

Jiang He frowned. His bullet had clearly hit his chest, but now it seemed as if it had pierced his shoulder.

38 rifle, one shot at close range hits two holes, which can only be considered a minor injury.

“Damn it!”

Jiang He cursed inwardly, he should have shot him in the head again.

Hong Dabiao narrowed his eyes and felt something was wrong.

Little brother Miao was trembling and crying, "I want to go home, I want to go home." He didn't even dare to look at Jiang He.

The militiamen coming from Lingbei were all firing. Before, Miao Xiaodi shot him in the back, but now he turned around and buried him alive. It was easy to guess what happened.

They didn't dare look towards the river, and quickly carried Miao Xiaodi and left in a hurry.

Hong Dabiao didn't ask any more questions. He was still in a mess, so it was better to mind his own business.

Now it was Jiang He's turn to take the lead, instructing Hong Dabiao to lead people in hunting.

You are talking about military tactics when hunting. Just surround the enemy to death. They will struggle to death and no one will suffer.

So, you have to surround three sides and leave one side open, leaving a gap along the valley.

And this opening is where the final battle of the hunt will take place.

Hong Dabiao was so excited that he was shaking when he saw hundreds of wild boars being driven into a ravine between two mountains.

If this battle succeeds, who would dare to say that the deaths were due to a disadvantageous decisive battle?

"Xiao Jiang, Xiao Jiang, what the hell are you doing?"

Hong Dabiao shouted twice but got no response. He turned his head and saw Jiang He holding a pack of 6.5mm bullets and scratching the bullet heads with a sharp stone.

Miao was not killed by the single shot because the Type 38 rifle had excellent penetrating power at close range, and he did not deal with the bullet, which allowed him to escape.

"Don't mess around with that thing, go kill these wild boars, and I'll give you the whole 56 and a half later."

Jiang He was overjoyed: "No need to return it, I can use it as I please, right?"

"You wish! You have to send it back when there's an inspection!"

"That's all right, the Type 38 is a classic rifle after all. I'm pretty good with it. Uncle Biao, you watch the rear. I'll lead my men to rob us in front. I'll set up an ambush there, and you guys can just rush out."

No one was arguing with Jiang He. Even though those people had died before, it couldn't suppress the enthusiasm of these unruly factory thugs. They were eager to be on the front line of hunting and followed Jiang He obediently, going around the mountainside to the exit of the valley.

Liu Er quickly followed and whispered, "Brother, the Miao guy from Lingbei Village..."

Jiang He said calmly: "I killed him, but didn't kill him!"

Chunyu added, "You should let me hit him with the axe again and smash his brain into pieces. There's no need to worry about these trivial matters. You don't have to thank me. When you were doing things with Sister Xiaoyu, you let me..."

Jiang He grabbed a handful of snow from the tree and stuffed it into Chun Yu's mouth. Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you say that in front of so many people?

If you say too much, you won’t be able to sleep with your sister-in-law because Liu Er will stare at you in the future. I just don’t do anything, but it’s fun to listen to the humming sounds of your sister-in-law.

Liu Er hissed and gasped, scratching his chin constantly.

This guy is really a tiger and really brave.

These gangsters do this today and chop that tomorrow, but none of them dares to kill anyone.

Jiang He, this kid, looks honest and capable, but he is really ruthless when he takes action.

Liu Er, the big gangster, has changed his mentality. He can no longer treat this guy as a farmer, a hunter, or a little brother.

At least next time when you invite him to fuck Zhang Qiaoyan together, you have to be sincere and let him have the first shot of the day.

Jiang He led dozens of people to guard the valley entrance. Hong Dabiao also sent a signal, and a burst of gunfire was fired. The wild boars exploded and subconsciously ran wildly along the foot of the mountain, right into the ambush of Jiang He and his men.

Amidst the clattering sound of gunfire, wild boars fell to the ground one after another, tripping over countless other wild boars.

For a moment, the pigs rolled over, which looked extremely spectacular.

Jiang He excitedly pulled the bolt and loaded the bullet. After the bullet was processed, even a shot at close range could blow a hole as big as a fist in the wild boar's body.

Really, the feeling of shooting a big wild boar with one shot is so cool, so cool that it gives people goosebumps all over their body.

He took the time to hold Chunyu down. If he was a little slower, this guy would jump into the pig herd with an axe and start chopping them.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Among the pigs, bursts of low whistling sounds were heard, and the pigs suddenly became boiling. A huge black monster rushed out in the wind and snow.

It was a giant bull weighing six or seven hundred kilograms, and its curly fangs were nearly a foot long.

Wild boars come in male and female sizes. Females weigh over 200 kilograms, while males weigh over 300 kilograms. They can grow to over 400 kilograms, which is quite impressive.

A 600-700-pound egg-filled cyst, not to mention how many years it has lived, can walk sideways in a place like the Greater Khingan Range based on its weight.

If it were placed on the African savannah, it would be almost invincible and could defeat several groups of lions.

There has always been a saying in the Northeast that there are lonely pigs in spring and bears in autumn.

This pig refers to an orphan pig, which is an egg-filled pig weighing more than 500 kilograms.

The black bear, which had just emerged from hibernation in the spring, was so thin and hungry that its eyes were blue that it would even eat grass and would fight against a tiger if it met one.

As for the autumn tiger, everything becomes fat in autumn, and I also get fat from eating too much, so I have no fighting spirit, so it ranks third.

But don't get angry. If you get angry, they will be ranked first, and everything else will be just bragging.

Jiang He quickly moved the gun away and shouted, "Shoot it!"

Suddenly, bursts of gunfire rang out.

The big bubble egg rushed over from the side, with blood splattered all over its body. It fell seven or eight times, but was still howling as it rushed towards the place where Jiang He and the others were ambushing.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't force yourself on me, damn, you idiot, what are you thinking!"

Jiang He watched as a fool just stood there, shooting at the wild boar with his gun.

It would be fine if you could kill them with your gun, but most of them would be shot away, and those that hit their bodies would just scratch their skin.

Jiang He wanted to shoot him.

Really, it's just that the bullets are slotted. If they were replaced with normal bullets, a shot in the eye would cause minor injuries, which is better than being killed by a bubble egg.

Chunyu picked up a tree root, took a step forward, and swirled the root around and hit the stupid guy on the back, knocking him forward.

The huge wild boar leaped over the idiot, and with red eyes and howling, it rushed towards the river.

Jiang He held the gun, aimed accurately, and fired a shot. When the wild boar jumped into the air, the bullet passed through its chin and plowed a long bloody wound on its neck and belly.

The intestines and stomach were squeezed out of the wound, leaving only a thin membrane.

The ferocious pig rushed forward fearlessly, swinging its snout again and again, and its sharp fangs pointed towards Jiang He's thigh.

"Bah!"

Chunyu let out a fierce roar, and swung the mirror-like axe in a beautiful crescent-shaped scimitar, hitting the violent pig's forehead heavily.