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

Niu Jianghai couldn't dissuade his younger brother, and seeing him dragging the deer he had finally managed to hunt, he had no choice but to join him. Unbeknownst to them, their pack had already been split in two by the wolves.

Old hunter Wang Guochang accompanied them as they hauled deer, when they were ambushed by seven or eight wolves. Their main group also encountered harassment from a pack of wolves. After the leader, Lao Qin, left the group, the seventeen hunters formed small groups and fought independently. Some hunters came from the forest farm, some were locals from Niubeitun, and others were hunters from nearby production team villages.

The small group was scattered after encountering a wolf pack, and Wang Guochang, Niu Jianghe, and Niu Jianghai were also trapped in the wolf ambush area.

It was at this time that Song Desheng became separated from the main force.

Now, Wang Guochang led the Niu brothers in a fierce battle against the wolf pack for three days and three nights. They fought and ran, and the wolf pack did not charge head-on, but followed behind them to harass them and drive them to the top of the mountain.

Niu Jianghe also noticed something was wrong: "These wolves are cunning! They even know how to surround us? What's on the mountaintop that they had to drive us up there?"

"I'm already dragging this deer along, is my life more important than the deer?"

Niu Jianghe, on the contrary, plopped down on a large rock and chuckled, "The wolves want to surround us, but we can't let these animals have their way. We'll eat our own food."

With empty stomachs, they couldn't possibly engage in guerrilla warfare with the wolves. The three decided to simply fill their stomachs, get through the night, and continue their battle with the wolves the next morning.

Just as the three were about to start a fire and cut the venison for hot pot, they realized something was wrong.

The wolves were clearly holding a grudge. When they saw that these three still dared to steal their prey, one of the male wolves raised its head and howled. As if given a command, the pack quickly approached the three from behind.

The three men used guns to suppress the wolf pack with bullets, but they found it wasn't very effective; the wolves were cunning. This approach wasn't a direct assault, but rather a strategy to wear them down with ammunition. The wolves simply surrounded them under the rocks, waiting it out.

They quickly climbed onto the large rock, using their superior position to suppress the wolf pack and force them to retreat.

As a result, they were trapped on a group of large rocks on the mountaintop, where they fought off the wolves for three days and three nights, and their bullets were almost exhausted.

Wang Guochang cut open a piece of frozen venison and took out a handful of peanuts from his pocket, handing them to Niu Jianghe.

"Eat up, kid. My teeth aren't good, so I brought some peanuts with me when I went out. It'll come in handy soon. It'll be dark soon, and we'll have to stay up late tonight."

Niu Jianghe was filled with remorse and silently ate some peanuts to conserve his energy in order to resist the cold and hypothermia of the night.

Night fell again, and on the third day, the wolf pack hadn't retreated. Everywhere in the darkness, the wolves' eyes glowed green.

Niu Jianghe was freezing cold; the three of them huddled together, their strength greatly depleted. If the wolf pack hadn't left by the fourth night, they might not survive much longer.

Old hunter Wang Guochang glanced at the night sky and sighed, his lips trembling and turning purple: "The moon is about to rise and the wind is picking up. The big smoke bombs are coming again."

Despair filled the three hunters' hearts. They were already severely exhausted; if another whiteout wind rose from the sky, it would be the end of them!

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out in the distance.

The three men, their spirits lifted, shouted, "Someone's come to our rescue!"

Niu Jianghai initially thought it was a hallucination, but after listening for a while longer, the three of them indeed heard gunfire again. Without hesitation, they loaded their last bullets into their hunting rifles and began a fierce battle with the wolf pack. Their purpose was twofold: to drive the wolves away and to signal their location to the other hunters.

Li Ju'an arrived with a gun, followed closely by Song Desheng, Sun Weimin, and Lu Zhiqiang.

Big Tiger ran in the lead and let out a low growl, immediately attracting the attention of the pack of wolves.

As darkness fell, it wasn't a good time for the hunter to attack, but the wolves' green eyes, like light bulbs, gave him a fleeting opportunity.

Li Ju'an loaded five bullets into his Mosin-Nagant shotgun at a time and fired it while seated. He bent the leg on his stronger side and placed it under the leg on his weaker side, leaving only the leg on his weaker side straight to support the gun while firing.

boom!

A gunshot rang out in the darkness, and a cloud of blood mist spurted from the back of a green eye's head.

He fired one shot, pulled the bolt, and fired another shot.

boom!

Sparks flew at the muzzle of the gun. The advantage of his seated shooting position was that he could fire continuously, and by straightening the leg on the weaker side to support the gun, the shooting hand would not get tired, and his right arm would not be shaken.

Another wolf let out a pitiful howl. The pack of wolves scattered in fright, trying to escape.

Instinctively, he knew the wolves wouldn't go far. If he stopped firing, they would swarm him again, refusing to come close. He was currently within range of the wolves; even if he couldn't kill them, he could cripple them.

He didn't give the wolves a chance to escape. After firing one shot, he pulled the bolt again and fired another shot at the backs of the frightened wolves.

He fired a shot and pulled the bolt, firing repeatedly at the back of the wolf pack.

boom! boom! boom!

After emptying the five-round magazine, his hands didn't stop. He bent the gun handle, and as he did so, he tucked the bullet into the chamber, closed the gun, and fired another shot at the face.

He aimed at the slowest wolf and pulled the trigger, another mournful howl echoed. The wolf jumped back in fright. Now he pinpointed the exact location of the last wolf, pulled the bolt, and fired again.

boom!

The wolf was shot and wounded, then darted into the woods.

When Song Desheng and his two companions caught up, they saw that the snow was covered in wolf blood, which stretched all the way into the woods.

A wolf was killed instantly by having its head pierced, and lay down stiffly.

There were still bits of flesh and bloody scum on the snow.

Song Desheng laughed heartily and said, "This one with a short tail and a hole in its ear can't escape. Brother Li is awesome! A sharpshooter indeed."

Li Ju'an lightly patted the back of his head, laughing and scolding him for flattering him. He stopped Da Hu, not ordering the hunting dogs to chase after the wolf. This was based on the hunters' experience; a wolf that was already injured couldn't run far, and following it would risk being surrounded by the pack.

Li Ju'an didn't want to stay long. He checked on Wang Guochang and the other two, broke the few pieces of bread in his arms and handed them to them. Then he untied his own leg wraps and tied them on Wang Guochang, who had the most severe frostbite.

The three were weak and exhausted. Niu Jianghai had run out of bullets and could only hold the knife, his hands trembling, unable to even cut the carcass that had been butchered.

"Let's go, let's hurry down the mountain."

The mules proved invaluable. Sun Weimin and Lu Zhiqiang quickly cut down some wood and made a simple sled for Wang Guochang, whose condition was the most serious. The group didn't dare delay and, in the winter night in the forest, hurried down the mountain.

The ground was covered in snow, and the light was dim.

Li Ju'an only needed to turn his head slightly to see the silhouette of a wolf in the distance. The forest was dense, filled with trees. He knew by instinct that the wolf was behind him, but he couldn't make out its shape.

Song Desheng cursed, "These Zhang Sans are like ghosts, they really want to drive people to their deaths."

He had only ever heard of wolves' cunning and their incredible patience in hunting, able to go seven days and seven nights without food or water, solely focused on hunting their prey. Now that he had become the prey, a surge of anger welled up within him.

Wang Guochang's lips turned purple and he trembled. He was suffering from hypothermia and kept saying "hot." He began to shiver as he took off his sheepskin coat.

Li Ju'an inwardly cried out in alarm. Only those who have suffered hypothermia to a certain degree will feel the heat and begin to make unusual movements, such as taking off their clothes. He quickly shouted, "Brother Wang! You can't take off your coat."