vstars Chapter 310 Stirred up the Falcon's Nest
Chapter 310 Stirred up the Falcon's Nest
In his youth, Lao Qian traveled the world with caravans and gradually developed a skill—using carefully agreed-upon whistles, with notes of varying lengths and frequencies, to weave simple yet effective whistle messages, allowing the team to communicate without words.
If a wild animal stealthily approaches, the locals have their own way of dealing with it. They skillfully bend their thumb and forefinger into a ring, insert it between their lips, and then blow a long, sharp whistle, breaking the silence of the forest.
Immediately afterwards, they raised their arms high, and with a long, deep "Slide—", signaled for everyone to retreat. This whistle, like a bugle call for an emergency assembly, quickly awakened the alertness of all their comrades. It was efficient and direct, saving them from tedious words, and time became especially precious at this moment.
Time passed, and Lao Qian eventually returned to his familiar village, finding temporary work at a logging camp. Even while engaged in the rough work of logging, his whistling skills never suffered. In the vast forests, logging chants might be inspiring, but Lao Qian preferred to use his far-reaching whistles to penetrate the layers of trees, conveying instructions to distant places and facilitating smoother teamwork.
He and Lao Zhang had interacted in their younger days, and he had learned from Lao Zhang about the vocal techniques of other wild animals, especially the bird calls that Lao Zhang was most skilled at.
Listening to Lao Qian teaching Li Ju'an the "Silly Half-Jin" shout, Lao Zhang couldn't help but look up and say, "Lao Qian, did you secretly practice it after you went back? How come you shout it better than me?"
Li Ju'an took a slow breath, his chest heaving as he straightened his back, gathered his breath, and then let out a long, drawn-out sound—the cry of a flying dragon, which he tried his best to imitate, carrying a wild and untamed quality.
After the voice faded, Song Desheng remained silent for a moment before finally speaking up: "Brother Li, why does your call sound like a pigeon crowing? Will it even work?" His words were tinged with doubt.
In later times, even hunters who weren't good at imitating bird calls would have their methods. They might be able to deftly open a soda can and skillfully mold the scraps of aluminum into simple whistles. With just a gentle blow, the clear and unique whistle could penetrate the forest, attracting pheasants or pheasants that mistook it for a call from their own kind and would involuntarily approach.
Now, Li Ju'an chose to imitate the call of a pigeon, because the sound in the mountains and forests was subtly similar to the cry of a flying dragon, enough to make the wary flying dragon relax its guard in an instant. Because the sound was very similar to that of a flying dragon, the flying dragon would mistake the hunter for one of its own kind.
After carefully loading their hunting rifles, the men remained silent for a moment. The only sound was their soft breathing echoing through the woods, while the air was completely still. Old Zhang bent down, his gaze slowly sweeping across the ground. He noticed faint traces of feces in the bushes, then looked up at the sparse fruit seeds scattered on the branches, a look of puzzlement on his face.
"This place is clearly a gathering place where flying dragons often appear, so why can't we see a single flying dragon today?"
Having said that, Old Zhang parted his lips slightly and blew a long, delicate whistle, his unique skill of imitating the cry of a flying dragon, clear and high-pitched, piercing the silence of the forest. Everyone waited patiently again, time seemingly frozen in that moment. Suddenly, a thick shadow silently approached from the sky, moving with astonishing speed.
It was a falcon with a wingspan of 1.1 meters, which suddenly swooped down from the clouds. Its cry was high-pitched and sharp, like a sharp arrow, aimed directly at the top of Old Zhang's head, and it was about to grab his head with a fierce momentum.
The wyvern wasn't attracted; instead, the falcon that was catching the wyvern in the air was drawn to it.
The saker falcon's talons are significantly larger than those of other falcons, allowing it to prey on small or similarly sized birds of flight and rodents on the ground. The saker falcon's talons are highly flexible and extremely sharp, making them highly effective at catching prey and in close combat.
This little thing doesn't look very big, but its short, curved beak allows it to concentrate its force, making it more powerful and capable of breaking the spine of a small animal with a single blow.
A fierce falcon let out a high-pitched cry, exuding an aura that could not be underestimated. Its piercing cry shattered the tranquility, soaring into the sky as it swooped down towards Old Zhang's head, launching a sudden, unexpected attack. Its sharp talons flashed out like lightning.
Li Ju'an and the others' eyes lit up, as if it were an unexpected surprise. A glint of excitement flashed in their eyes, and almost simultaneously, they steadily raised their guns and aimed them at the falcons swooping down from the sky.
Li Ju'an and Song Desheng and several others raised their guns, ready to fire.
At such close range, Old Qian's eyes burned with desire. He shouted, "You two lads, don't shoot! Your double-barreled guns will smash the bird to pieces!"
Old Qian kicked the two men, set up his 5.6mm small-caliber shotgun, and fired at the falcon in the air.
boom!
Old Qian raised his gun, aimed at the falcon, and fired. The first shot, aimed just before the falcon's head, startled it and made it turn and fly upwards. But while it's easy for this thing to dive, it needs wind power to fly upwards.
The second shot, fired from a different angle, struck the falcon. The falcon, flying against the wind, was exceptionally easy to shoot, almost like a target.
In a few swift movements, the falcon flapped its wings and landed.
Song Desheng's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but let out an excited cheer. He hurriedly stepped forward and carefully picked up the fallen falcon. At the same time, Li Ju'an led the hunting dogs close behind. Da Hu wanted to pounce and bite, but was stopped by a look from Li Ju'an.
He steadily took the falcon from Song Desheng, grasped its heavy wings, raised it high, and gave a low command to the hunting dog, making it obediently lie down.
Song Desheng beamed, his laughter tinged with pride: "Hey, your whistling is absolutely superb! Even this fledgling is completely captivated. Uncle Qian, I, Song Desheng, must acknowledge you as my master today, and you must teach me this amazing skill!"
Upon hearing this, Old Qian laughed heartily, his eyes sweeping over Song Desheng's slightly thin frame. He teased, "You should just stay in the textile factory and be a proper purchasing agent. This job isn't suitable for your delicate frame. What's so great about mountain work these days? Being a purchasing agent in a textile factory is much more promising."
The purchasing department of a textile factory may sound like logistics, but it's incredibly lucrative. Not to mention the head of the purchasing department, even the staff members receive numerous gifts from sales representatives of suppliers and manufacturers during holidays.
Song Desheng rubbed the back of his head, a little embarrassed, and said with a smile, "Uncle Qian is making fun of me. I'm not very good with words, but I think Li Ju'an can imitate me well. Maybe I can even blow up an eagle and show it off to the neighbors back in the yard."
Several people burst into laughter.
Hunting pheasants is easy enough, but shooting eagles soaring high in the sky is difficult. These creatures fly high and fast, making them hard to hit. They're also incredibly wild and not easily fooled.
Li Ju'an, carrying the falcon, said cheerfully, "There are many traces of flying dragons in this area. If we shout a couple more times, another falcon might come. This time we've really stirred up the falcon's nest."