The number of wild boars in this group is a bit large, there are twenty-three, four large pigs, one male and female, and the rest are all small pigs.

The Bayi bar, which has AK blood, is better than the blue, and it is not called beating when it is used to fight wild boars, but it is called abuse.

One shot at a time, whether it is in the head or on the body, it is fierce and fierce.

The scuffle ended quickly, most of the wild boars were wiped out, the earth dogs made a great contribution, the pigs had to run in all directions, they would always be driven back in time, and finally only two or three piglets escaped, if you were lucky, you might be able to live to grow up, if you were unlucky, you would encounter a clouded leopard, an Asiatic black bear or a South China tiger or something, most of them would be cold.

Fearing that the smell of blood would attract other beasts, and that it would not be good to fight casually when the time came, I had to cut off the legs of the four big pigs, take off the best meat, rub it with fine salt, throw it into the back basket, and continue to patrol the mountain.

The team did not plan to return to the village, but planned to spend the night in the wilderness and then return the next afternoon, using this opportunity to search the vicinity of the village thoroughly, and by the way, to expel some of the ferocious beasts that had covered the territory.

After encountering the first group of wild boars, it means that the other wild boars are not far away, and the wild boars do not have the habit of attacking each other as ants in groups, and tend to freely divide or merge in groups because of foraging.

An hour later, led by an experienced old hunter, they spotted a second herd of wild boars.

This time there were not many of them, there were eleven, and there were six large pigs in them, four males and two females, and one of the boars had only one tusk left, and it was clear that there had been a fight.

The previous group was the winner of the pig life who opened the harem, and now this group is a sad poor hanging pig.

However, there is no difference in their fate, four eighty-one bars, one person shoots one shot, hoes and clubs are slashed, and the wild monsters are wiped out.

The May Fourth pistol did not participate in the battle, and protected the others as usual, beware of other beasts ambushing the pigs, and by the way, they used people as an add-on to the meal.

I don't know if I can't come out this time, but when I came out, the villagers and militia were taken aback.

The wild boar herd in the mountain is almost on the verge of flooding, and there are three herds of wild boars on this mountain.

Along the way, before dark, the pig hunting team killed at least 100 wild boars, each basket filled with pork thighs and fine pork chops.

As the sun began to set in the west, the veteran hunter, who was familiar with the terrain, led the party to a cave near the top of the mountain, where the ground was artificially leveled and sprinkled with grass ash and lime.

In the corner, firewood, shovels and axes are piled up, as well as three tin boxes of different sizes, one containing oil, salt, rice and noodles, one containing gauze and iodine wine and other emergency supplies, and one containing solar panels, power strips and camping lamps and other gadgets.

This cave is a stronghold where hunters often come, and the things stored in it are for their own use, and they are not counted as money, which is a tradition of hunting in the mountains, and it is completely communist.

The old hunter who led the group found something unusual in the cave, following the traces of several empty canned luncheon meats and empty bags of compressed biscuits in the crevices of the nearby rubble.

"Someone stayed here last night, not a hunter. ”

Most of the food that hunters bring when they go into the mountains to hunt is dry food such as steamed buns and zongzi, at most it is salted meat or bacon to supplement the materials of the stronghold, and they never bring convenient foods such as luncheon meat and compressed biscuits, and they will not leave domestic garbage in the mountains, which will pollute the environment on the one hand, and on the other hand, it will leave the breath of people and let the nearby beasts escape.

The impact of human activities on wild animals has accumulated over thousands of years, and even tigers, leopards and jackals know that they cannot attack humans casually, and today's animals are far less rampant than in ancient times, and have had to make many changes in order to adapt to the limited living space.

Lao Zhang, Guo Wenkai and the others looked at each other for a while and made a judgment.

"There were four of them, three men and one woman. ”

The old hunter looked at them in surprise and said, "Can you see that?"

Lao Zhang said a little proudly: "Ha, you can look at animals, we can watch people, after all, we are policemen, and we specialize in eating this line of food, if you don't guess wrong, you should be a donkey friend, and you are really bold enough." ”

"That's right, not hunters, at least in our area, no woman would run into such a deep mountain. ”

The old hunter nodded, as he had judged.

The two sides analyzed in different directions, but the results were the same.

The old hunter didn't care too much about the accidental discovery of other people's traces, Guo Wenkai had a little more heart, and called the unit to confirm whether there was a report that a traveler was lost in the mountains.

The garbage that had been thrown into the crevices was too deep, and we had to wait until tomorrow to find a chance to get it up.

When they returned to the cave, the bonfire had risen and smoke was billowing inside.

Several bamboos were cut into more than 30 knots, stuffed with rice, water, meat and mushrooms, ready to be made into an original bamboo tube stewed rice.

The wild boar legs and wild boar chops cut down on the way have been peeled, preliminarily treated with peppercorns, white wine and salt, placed on a barbed wire fence, and the fresh cedar leaves are lit, and the thick green smoke rises, and soon envelops the mountain of meat that has accumulated up in it.

Whether it is a hunter, a villager, or a militiaman, he is an expert at making bacon.

There are at least more than 600 catties of wild boar meat that need to be smoked, and the weight will be greatly reduced when the water is dried, and it is estimated that there will only be more than 100 catties left in the end.

A long time ago, people planted cedar near the entrance of the cave, and over the decades, it has become the climate, and a small piece of fragrant cypress is extremely lush, and if the prey caught is too late to bring back, it can be smoked with cypress leaves to prevent spoilage and decay.

After more than an hour, the last rays of the sun disappeared on the horizon, and several camping lights lit up, illuminating most of the cave, and a cool mountain breeze whistled through the cave entrance.

The blue-green skin of the bamboo tube pressed in the center of the fire has become black and yellow, and the color is mottled, as if it has changed from moso bamboo to Xiangfei bamboo, and the aroma of rice and meat stewed in it has broken through the blockage and spread in the cave.

The rice, which absorbs the moisture, absorbs enough fat from the wild boar, and the mushrooms combine the flavors of the two to become extremely delicious, and the authentic mountain food makes everyone's appetite flutter, even the old hunters who often eat it like this.

After dinner, the bamboo tube was thrown into the fire and became firewood, except for two people who still guarded the cedar fire to continue to smoke wild boar, beware of wild beasts invading the cave, most of the people spread out the moisture-proof mat, directly lying on the ground, the fatigue of walking the mountain road for a day made them quickly snor.

Li Bai and Officer Xiao Wang didn't sleep, the two sat by the fire, chatting and busy themselves.

Officer Xiao Wang shook the flying stone rope in his hand, anyway, it was consumed with it today, and he would never let go if he didn't play skillfully, and the nearby villagers who were smoking wild boar meat with cedar leaves looked over from time to time, with some worry in their eyes, for fear that the thing would fly over and smash themselves or wild boar.

Today, the young police officer had several situations, except for the first time when he stepped on the shit luck and smashed a small wild boar by luck, the others either almost hit someone, or flew into someone else's back basket, or ran up the tree, and finally hung on the branch, if it wasn't for his own agility, he almost suffered by himself, and now the flying stone rope in his hand is the third.

Li Bai unhurriedly sharpened the bamboo arrows, used to shoot those little wild boars during the day, the temporary hardened arrow tips were worn very badly, and many of them were broken into flat heads, which needed to be re-polished and hardened, according to the amount of wear and tear during the day, at least fifty arrows had to be gathered to be enough.

The newly sharpened arrowhead is not a straight rod with the same thickness as the head and tail as during the day, but a wider triangular point, first roasted until dry, soaked in the fat of the wild boar, and then slowly roasted hard, although the degree of carbonization is lower, but the hardness has increased a lot, if you smear snake venom and toad venom, there will be additional damage bonuses.

A better way is to use bone dysprosium or stone dysprosium, and it is best to use metal arrows, but the current conditions are obviously not available, there is no obsidian nearby that is most suitable for arrows, and the wild boar bones left over have not been treated, and they are not suitable for arrows.

The firewood knife, which was not very sharp, sharpened iron like clay in Li Bai's hands, and all the bamboo arrows were quickly made, and finally there was a bamboo strip three feet long and two inches wide.

In order to make bamboo arrows, he specially selected an extremely thick old bamboo, which is nearly an inch thick near the root.

If you want to continue to make bamboo arrows, the pheasant feathers used as arrows have been used up, and it is difficult to control the accuracy of tailless arrows, Li Bai thought about it, and began to cut it little by little along the bamboo strips, cut it for a while, bake it for a while, and then smear it with a thin layer of wild boar fat.

After repeated several times, the originally somewhat curved bamboo strips gradually straightened up and became tougher, thinner on both sides, and the ends were right-angled and pointed, and finally became a bamboo sword.

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