Reborn in 80: Starting with hunting in the mountains to get rich

The bullet pierced the lung of the second male wolf.

From afar, after Li Ju'an fired the first shot, he didn't have time to check. His hands kept moving as he snapped the gun handle open. At the same time, another bullet appeared out of thin air between his right middle and ring fingers.

That's how Mosin-Nagant hunting rifles are; they're single-shot. If you fire one shot and then go through the scope to see if the prey has fallen, by the time you reload the second round, it's too late.

He had just raised his gun and faced the target when he saw through the 3.5x scope that the second male wolf had been shot through the chest, its lungs pierced, and it was clear that it was going to die.

The male wolf had a tuft of white fur on its head that looked strangely familiar, reminding him of the one-eyed old wolf with the same tuft. However, there were many wolf packs in the mountains, many lone wolves, and quite a few wolves with white fur. The injured male wolf darted down the rocky embankment and fled, and he didn't think much of it after that.

The third male wolf heard the gunshot and knew that the hunters' reinforcements had arrived, so it dared not continue fighting. But Li Ju'an did not give it a chance.

The Mosin-Nagant, a master of mid-to-long-range hunting rifles, was once again raised, the third shot aimed at the head of the third wolf.

Li Ju'an aimed slightly ahead of the male wolf's head, predicting the next direction the wolf would take as it fled through the wild boar forest.

boom!

The Mosin-Nagant shotgun roared again, like the howl of a prehistoric beast. With a huge recoil, flames burst from the muzzle, spent cartridges were ejected, and the gun body rose.

He staggered backward for a moment, and the bullet blew the head off the third male wolf. A headshot!

Three gunshots rang out in Wild Boar Forest, loud and decisive, signaling the hunters' call to arms.

Birds flew up from the woods, startling the overwintering birds into taking flight.

Snow piled high on the branches fell in a flurry, and the entire hilltop echoed with the sound of gunfire.

When Lao Qin, the gunner, led the hunters to the scene, this was the scene they saw.

Two male wolves lay dead on the snow. The snow was a crimson blur, the blood-red stain spreading towards the rocky pool, with the blood of a severely wounded wolf flowing down its path.

And in the distance, Li Ju'an pulls the trigger.

The hunters were taken aback.

At first, Li Guaizi didn't see Lao Qian. Instead, he saw the corpses of two wolves and was very surprised.

"Little Li, you're pretty good! You fired from that far away and got a double kill, taking down two wolves! No, I mean three, damn it! You're something else!"

The blood-dripping guillotine trails spread across the snow, reaching a distant location, where a third wolf was also severely wounded. Judging by the rate of blood loss, it likely wouldn't last much longer.

As the alpha dog, Qingchuan Dog Dahu barked once and immediately led a large group of dogs to chase after the seriously injured wolf.

Old Zhang from the security department was also amazed. He heard the gunshot from a great distance and also heard the wolf howling. He thought it was Old Qian who fired the shot, but he didn't expect it to be Li Ju'an who fired the shot and hit all three wolves!

Two dead and one injured!

The hunters who had been hunting together now looked at Li Ju'an differently. Previously, no one paid attention to what Li Ju'an said, but now they listened quietly, nodding occasionally, clearly appreciating the young man's opinion. This would have been impossible in the past, but Li Ju'an had earned the respect of the veteran members of the hunting team through his own abilities.

Even Sun Weimin scoffed, "So what if you hit a three-headed wolf? What's the big deal? Are you going to brag about it when you get back?"

Li the Cripple laughed loudly, "You don't even look at where Little Li jumped up and shot the bullet hole."

Sun Weimin went around to take a look, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Li Ju'an crossed the ridge and ditch, and after crossing the bottom of the ditch and pond, he still had to pass through Naoxia Pond.

He traversed so many chaotic stones, leaping and bounding, constantly changing position. If it were just the target wolf changing positions, that would be one thing, but he, the one aiming, was also constantly shifting positions, not just standing still to shoot. This significantly increased the difficulty of aiming, raising the overall challenge level considerably.

Sun Weimin was taken aback. He was amazed, but he stubbornly refused to say it.

Old Zhang from the security department nodded, his tone somewhat excited: "He managed to cross such a large area of ​​rocky terrain with such a steady aim; Little Li certainly has some skill."

Since Li Ju'an started practicing shooting with Lao Tao, he could now hit a sparrow in the eye with a single shot. Having mastered the precision of hitting a sparrow's eye, his ability to hit a large, moving object like a wolf was naturally far superior.

He nodded and ran off in the distance, following the trail of the tiger.

"I'm going to check on Big Tiger!"

Li Guaizi laughed and scolded, "This kid is obsessed with this dog. Old Qin, if you ask me, Da Hu really made the right choice in following Xiao Li. Look how much he cherishes him; he can't bear to be separated from Da Hu for even a moment."

Old Qin, the gunner, shut his mouth and remained silent, not saying a word.

He could indeed distinguish the tiger's barks and had studied the tiger in detail. He wanted to bring the tiger over as his right-hand man, but the tiger seemed to really be reluctant to follow the young Li Ju'an.

The resentment and unwillingness that had been building up in his heart gradually dissipated because of Li Ju'an's attitude.

Some people cherish their hunting dogs like the apple of their eye, while others abandon them.

Seeing how much Li Ju'an adored the tiger, all the hunters felt the same way and then glared fiercely at Sun Weimin.

"Little Sun, has Big Yellow really come down the mountain?"

Sun Weimin felt guilty, but he immediately picked up the conversation and reacted very quickly: "Of course, Da Huang doesn't rush home for dinner, and he's even eating my pancakes, huh? Maybe Da Huang is lying in the Huang family's yard sunbathing right now."

The matter was put to rest, but suddenly Old Qin, the cannon leader at the front, stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing at the strong smell of blood.

The strong smell of blood awakened the hunter's senses; there was definitely more to it than just two dead wolves.

Qin Pao climbed over the rocky embankment and immediately saw Old Qian sitting blankly on the ground.

Old Qian stared blankly at his youngest son, whose head had been smashed open, his eyeball drooping as if about to pop out. He didn't even utter a sound of crying.

Not far from him lay the second son of the Qian family, whose throat had been ripped open by wolves, and Erhei, the hunting dog whose chest had been ripped open.

It turns out that when a person is in extreme grief, they can't even utter a cry.