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

This is how it is.

This group of factory thugs chased the wild boar excitedly, and chased it out of the town and all the way to Nangangzi.

Gangzi is not a mountain, but a series of gentle slopes between mountains. The soil in these places is poor, so families use them to grow potatoes.

Well, the Greater Khingan Range is too cold to grow grains. Now wheat is widely grown. With such fertile land, the yield per mu does not exceed 200 catties. Listen carefully, it is 200 catties, not kilograms, and it can only be grown for one season.

Even so, they planted a lot but harvested little, and relying on the abundant land and fertile soil, they still paid public grain for export and did not starve to death. This was somewhat impressive.

Led by the pig king, the wild boars were extremely brave. They dug up the hard soil on the hill and found some leftover potatoes, which they chewed until they were crispy, as a dessert after the meal.

Relying on the 56 and a half rifles in their hands, these hooligans chased the wild boars and fired a volley of shots, knocking down more than ten wild boars on the spot.

What wild animals fear is not the gun, but the sound of the gun.

Under normal circumstances, when the gunshot is heard, the wild boars will be startled and flee in all directions. Then you follow and knock down the 800-pound wild boar. You grab the pig's head and I grab the thigh, just like when Xiang Yu's body was divided. Everyone shows up in front of the leader and gets credit.

If the leader is happy, such a large forestry bureau doesn't mind supporting a few more idle people like you who just eat and don't work.

But the current situation is not normal. This season is the time when eggs are oozing and seedlings are forming, and when sows are circling.

Pulling up the seedlings means the male is in heat, and making circles means the female is in heat.

The Pig King took a look and saw that the one I favored yesterday was beaten to death by you.

The beautiful little sow I just fucked is dead too.

And my favorite concubine, who I have to fuck several times a day, has also been killed by you.

If I don't say something, my big harem will be ruined. How can I have the face to climb on the sow's butt in the future?

There is a saying that goes, "When you lean over the railing with your hair standing on end in anger, your anger is for the beauty you love."

The Pig King was angry.

Wild boars are stubborn and can even attack tigers when they get angry.

The fox-pig is very powerful, but the pig king guarding the harem is even more powerful.

The Pig King launched a counterattack, and those who followed the Pig King to eat, drink and wash dishes also turned around and rushed up.

The panicked sows felt reassured and rushed forward too.

At this time, as long as the leading pig king is killed, the pigs will naturally scatter.

However, when a pig king weighing more than 800 pounds leads a huge herd of pigs rushing towards you, you really have to be stubborn. Not to mention having a gun, even if you have a cannon, it will be useless. Even professional hunters may not be able to hit it accurately.

A group of people shouted and shot randomly with their guns. The Pig King was shot several times, but his skin was thick and his armor was thick, and the bullets did not hit his vital parts, so he was fine.

As for the pigs that were knocked over, they were completely useless in the face of this sudden attack.

What would it be like if a man and a pig collided?

The pig definitely wins. It weighs two or three hundred kilograms and can run at sixty or seventy kilometers per hour.

I saw many people being pushed up to the sky, especially the big boar, who bit and bit one by one, it was a complete massacre.

After just one encounter, the pigs broke through and the factory thugs suffered heavy casualties.

The ones brought back were alive and breathing, but some died on the spot and have not been brought back yet.

Jiang He listened to the scoundrel talking and gesturing, and sighed in his heart, he really can eat a hundred beans and not find them fishy.

Several people died during the last hunt. Half of you must have participated in it. How come you don’t have the nerve to do that?

When fighting a giant pig king like this, why not find a tree to climb first? Even if there is no tree, why not think about where to hide in case the wild boar attacks?

Are you too confident in your shooting skills?

At this time, the head of the Forestry Bureau also came, and Hong Dabiao followed in. He looked obviously relieved.

Fortunately, I am not in charge this time. Otherwise, if the leadership responsibility falls on me, it will not be something that can be handled by just one advanced person.

The leaders' faces turned green, and then they ordered Hong Dabiao to find the person back immediately, regardless of whether he was dead or alive.

Hong Dabiao received the order and his eyes lit up when he saw Jiang He. He quickly called him over. This kid is smart and can hunt, so he feels safe having him around.

Liu Er also went along.

This time we brought professionals, all of them were strong members of the joint defense team, and each of them was equipped with a 56 and a half rifle.

But facing the wild boar king weighing 800 kilograms, sweeping across Dahe Town and injuring countless people, who the hell wouldn't shoot?

As the group just left the town, they saw a man wailing in the snow and crawling towards the side of the road.

A group of people rushed over and saw Wu Lijun covered in blood, crawling with a twisted thigh. There was a long wound on the side of his waist and a long trail of blood behind him. That was not all, his face was black and blue from the cold, and his ears were white from the cold.

"Oh my god, carry him back quickly!"

Hong Dabiao exclaimed, this is the son of the leader.

Everyone had experience, so they quickly stopped the bleeding, then covered his frostbitten ears, took off his gloves and shoes, and looked at his hands and feet.

Because it is very easy to freeze, it is not uncommon for people to be frozen into sticks.

Fortunately, Wu Lijun did not take off his gloves and kept wearing his cotton shoes. His feet were just red from the cold, not white yet.

Wu Lijun was carried away, and a group of people went to Nangangzi and found three more dead people. After carrying the people back, Hong Dabiao hurried to a meeting.

So many people died in a short period of time, and the factory thugs were also regular employees.

Fortunately, these people all died at the hands of wild boars, especially the second time, as they acted on their own.

This can only be considered an accident, not a production accident, otherwise everyone in the Forestry Bureau would be punished.

Jiang He was about to go back when Hong Dabiao and Lei Dajun, who had hurriedly finished a meeting, came over and brought good news.

The superior was furious and offered a high price of two hundred yuan, vowing to kill the wild boar king and eliminate the harm to the people.

However, there are restrictions. Forestry Bureau employees are strictly prohibited from hunting, and militia, joint defense, forest police and other departments are strictly prohibited from lending firearms.

These days, guns are not banned among the people. As long as you have a letter of introduction, you can buy a 56-caliber semi-automatic gun at the supply and marketing cooperative.

But who the hell would buy it at a price of one or two thousand yuan? Besides, as long as you have good connections, you can borrow a gun from anywhere. If all else fails, you can just hire someone to make a pistol out of the broken gun barrel for just a few dozen yuan.

The more Jiang He listened, the more he felt something was wrong. If Forestry Bureau employees weren't allowed to be beaten, then who was going to do it? The farmers.

You are an eight hundred pound pig king, do you think you are that easy to beat?

What if I die?

People die for money and birds die for food. Do you think it's easy to take the 200 yuan reward? If you die, you die. It doesn't take up any position and you don't lose money. Just consider it your bad luck.

It is an indisputable fact that no one cares or asks whether the lives of farmers who are dedicated to paying public taxes are worthless.

Lei Dajun patted Jiang He on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Jiang, you're an expert in this area, so you should take action. It would be good if a few more people can be spared."

What Lei Dajun said sounded like sensible words.

Jiang He is not very willing to hunt wild boars now, unless he comes across a high-quality pig stomach that can be used as medicine. Otherwise, it is not as valuable as black blind roe deer and the like.

However, the 800-pound wild boar king is different.

Who wouldn’t be tempted by anyone who calls himself a hunter?

"Okay, I'll take this job. I'll go home now, get my gun and dog, and come back tomorrow morning!"