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

Chapter 139 Threats Encountered at the Forward Ranch

Song Desheng picked up his pump-action shotgun, which was loaded with medium-sized slugs and could kill large wild animals.

Lu Zhiqiang also pointed his Type 54 pistol at the nearby bushes.

The two were extremely nervous, as if the giant claw's breath was right next to them, making their hair stand on end and giving them goosebumps.

Li Ju'an observed the hunting dogs. They were very alert, standing in a semi-circle around the three hunters. Even the slippery Iron Hammer stopped running around and obediently followed behind Big Tiger with Red Wolf and Black Panther, their tails between their legs and not making a sound.

He set up his scope and peered at the pasture ahead. It was midday, and normally the pasture would be open for business. But the pasture ahead was strangely quiet, like it was on holiday.

He asked Song Desheng, "Are there no people left at the Air Force reclamation area ranches now?"

Song Desheng thought about what his father had said and said in surprise, "That shouldn't be the case. There can't be no one here. Aren't they all eating in the first canteen at this time?"

Suddenly, the three of them heard a gunshot.

The loud noise made the snow on the entire hill tremble, and snow accumulated on the tree branches fell onto the heads and shoulders of the three people.

Li Ju'an inwardly cursed, "This is bad!" He grabbed his gun and called to his hunting dogs, "Come and take a look!"

Hunters often become curious when they encounter strange things in the mountains, especially when fellow hunters fire their weapons. When you're out in the mountains, everyone needs help sometimes.

At Qianjin Pasture on the western slope of the northern section of the Xingan Mountains, the snow on the ground melts and then freezes back into ice, making it slippery to take one step and slide half a step.

Li Ju'an and his two companions had no choice but to use pigskin skis to slide down the snow slope into the pasture area. At this time, the temperature plummeted to minus thirty degrees Celsius, and their faces turned blue from the cold. Taking a breath was a real struggle, as the cold wind seemed to seep straight into their throats.

There were wild boar tracks on the ground, a dense array that sent a chill down one's spine; there were probably sixty or seventy or more of them. They were taking large strides, seemingly frightened, driven or threatened by some wild animal, and quickly gathering to escape. This explains why a small group of wild boars could suddenly swarm into such an unusual group.

Lu Zhiqiang was panting heavily, his cotton hat, eyelids, eyelashes, and nostrils covered in frost. He shouted, "Wild boars have entered the pasture!"

boom!

The sound of sporadic gunfire could be heard ahead, then the gunfire became more frequent, with numerous firefights taking place in several areas of the ranch, accompanied by flashes of light.

Ahead is the pasture's barn.

Li Ju'an looked over and saw a large group of wild boars rampaging through the barn. At the entrance, the ranch's security personnel were confronting the wild boars with hunting rifles.

Normally, sows with piglets would be frightened and driven away by the sound of gunfire, but this group of wild boars was not an ordinary herd; it was a large group of wild boars that had spontaneously gathered together, with several large ones standing there, refusing to leave. One of the largest of these large wild boars was much taller than the average wild boar, standing there like a wall.

It's often said that "pigs are number one, bears are number two, and tigers are number three," not referring to which is the strongest, but rather the danger people face when encountering them. Wild boars are ferocious and will charge at people upon sight, easily causing injury or accidents.

The ranch security guard raised his gun, aimed at the foremost cannonball, and pulled the trigger. A bullet tumbled through the air and pierced the cannonball's neck with a whoosh.

Security guard Lao Sun thought he had hit the target and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when suddenly the cannonball that had been hit went berserk and charged at him with its head down and teeth bared.

The cannon's fangs were long and curved, slamming him to the ground. The fangs pierced his ribs, then suddenly thrust upwards, lifting him high into the air, piercing through his entire waist and abdomen.

Old Sun from the security department was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream. Blood soaked through his coat around his abdomen. He was thrown around twice and his head hit the barn door.

The smell of blood fueled the cannonballs' agitation and excitement. More lone men and cannonballs gathered, attempting to charge at the blood-soaked figure to vent their rage.

The ranch workers were terrified. Most of them were mechanics, engineers, and other intellectuals. Old Sun, the security guard, was a former hunter who had been hired to handle special situations at the ranch. If even Old Sun had been caught in the crossfire, how could they possibly remain calm?

Someone shouted, "Veterinarian Zhang has arrived!"

Veterinarian Zhang also carried a hunting rifle. Old veterinarians who frequented the forest area would inevitably encounter wild animals, so they all knew how to use a gun. Veterinarian Zhang aimed his rifle at the charging Da Gu Gong and Pao Luanzi, and fired two shots.

One shot hit the wild boar in the belly, and the other shot hit its head.

But what he was holding was an air gun. The impact of the air gun made the 400-pound cannonball feel a lot of pain, which made it even more irritable, but the speed did not slow down.

The ranch workers, seeing a large herd of wild boars about to trample Old Sun from the security department, screamed for help. Forest rangers arrived one after another with guns and opened fire on the wild boars.

That's why Li Ju'an heard the intense gunfire and flames shooting into the sky.

Veterinarian Zhang was charged by a wild boar, his forehead slamming heavily against the warehouse door. Fortunately, the ground beneath him was snow, and he wasn't seriously injured. Old Sun, the security guard covered in blood, reached out to grab the hunting rifle lying on the ground, when he heard the forest rangers behind him cursing and shouting, "Too many! Holy crap, I've never seen so many wild boars!"

"What do we do now that we've stirred up a wild boar's den?"

The barn was large, and wild boars kept charging out, as if they didn't care about their lives, determined to break through despite the gunfire. The forest rangers quickly opened the barn, let the boars out, and tried to scare them away with their guns. But the boars were completely uncontrollable, becoming increasingly agitated and unafraid of people, running rampant and charging around the pasture, attacking anyone they saw.

The gunfire gradually subsided, and the forest rangers were at their wits' end. There were too many wild boars, and they refused to leave the pasture, as if possessed, insisting on lingering near the barn and refusing to venture into the mountains no matter what.

"Damn! This is really weird!"

"They're still clinging to our farm, begging to freeload off us."

The direction the wild boar was heading led to a cluster of mud-brick and straw houses, and several large cement rooms. That area was a large communal dormitory, formerly used for flight school students, but now it's the residence of ranch foresters—it's quite a large facility.

Many intellectuals hid in their rooms, too afraid to go out. They were terrified by the loud footsteps of wild boars and the gunshots and shouts of the forest rangers outside. They barred the door with a cabinet and refused to go out no matter what.

They don't go out, but the injured wild boar is very dangerous and will retaliate with a charge.

The cannon fodder knew the barn was under fire, so they turned and began venting their anger on the mud-brick houses and the wooden doors of the cement rooms. Their long, sharp fangs were aimed directly at the wooden doors as they charged forward with increasing speed.

The severely wounded wild boar became even more ferocious, its bloodshot eyes fixed on the thatched hut and the door, and launched an even more ferocious attack.

"Veterinarian Zhang! Veterinarian Zhang, please think of a solution quickly!"

Inside, the trainees pressed their bodies against the cabinets to block the wooden door, feeling the repeated impacts on their backs, which terrified them.

The forest rangers were still guarding the granary, and Veterinarian Zhang was taking care of the seriously injured security guard, Old Sun. They had no time to worry about the wild boars running around.

The 400-pound cannonball didn't care about anything else. His stubborn temper flared up, and his muscles, like those of a bison armored vehicle, unleashed a powerful and agile aura that was unstoppable! He stubbornly insisted on pushing open the wooden door.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Several cannonballs roared angrily, their eyes bloodshot, and they turned their murderous intent toward the wooden door.