Chapter 968. With explosives and ground guns, it’s hard to be a mountain god
Zhao Jun and his party arrived at Yongli Village first. As soon as they entered the village, they went straight to the small shop to buy firecrackers.
When the car stopped in front of the small shop, he happened to meet Song Benxiao who was coming out after buying tobacco leaves.
"Ouch!" Wang Qiang looked at Song Benxiao, quickly opened the door and got out of the car and greeted him: "Brother Song!"
They are both mountaineers and can always meet each other every once in a while.
"Qiangzi?" Song Benxiao was startled, then looked at the people who got out of the car and asked: "You are here, Qianha?"
"Ah..." Since the matter of hunting the tiger could not be explained clearly, Wang Qiang casually gestured to Jie Chen who came around from the front of the car and said: "Come with them to do something."
Song Benxiao didn't know Jie Chen, so he couldn't get to the bottom of it.
At this time, Zhang Yuanmin fell down from the rear carriage. Since he had short legs and had difficulty getting out of the car, Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu reached out to help him.
"Brother Song!" Zhang Yuanmin raised his hand to say hello to Song Benxiao, but when Song Benxiao saw it was him, he was slightly startled, and then said angrily: "Who do you call brother? Are you a tiger?"
"Who is the tiger?" Zhang Yuanmin said with a smile: "My father calls your old man eldest brother. We belong to the son's generation and the father's generation..."
"Fuck you!" Before Zhang Yuanmin could finish his words, he was interrupted by Song Benxiao. But seeing Song Benxiao scolding him with a smile, he knew that the two families were friends and were joking around here.
Wang Qiang, who was watching the excitement, smiled, called Zhao Jun, and introduced Song Benxiao: "This is my nephew."
"It's Zhao Jun!" Song Benxiao looked at Zhao Jun and said with a smile, "It's been so many years since we last met, young man."
"Uncle Song." Zhao Jun called Song Benxiao, and then Wang Qiang introduced Li Baoyu to Song Benxiao.
When he heard that it was Li Ruhai's brother, Song Benxiao became even more enthusiastic. Finally, Wang Qiang briefly introduced Jie Zhong and Jie Chen.
After greeting each other, Song Benxiao greeted: "What about... come to my house for a while?"
"I won't go today." Wang Qiang declined politely and said, "I'm waiting for you to come over to see my Uncle Song someday."
"Okay!" Song Benxiao was just talking politely. After hearing what Wang Qiang said, he hurriedly borrowed the donkey from the slope and said, "Then come over someday!"
After saying this, Song Benxiao said goodbye to everyone and left.
When Zhao Jun and his group entered the small shop, Zhao Jun suddenly thought of something.
In Zhao Jun's previous life, there was a hunting dog in Yong'an forest area. That hunting dog was the first dog in Yong'an after Hua Xiao and before Qinglong, named Hua Niuniu.
When his own dog gang was gone, Zhao Jun encountered that dog during a siege. That dog was not big, weighing forty-six or seven kilograms.
Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Especially when it comes to hunting people, if there is no obvious gap, no one will admit that their dog is inferior to someone else's dog.
Therefore, those who can dominate among hunting dogs must be worthy of the name.
But when it comes to hunting dogs, weight is one of the important factors that determine their combat effectiveness. Hua Xiao weighed about one hundred kilograms at his peak, and Qinglong weighed more than one hundred and ten kilograms at his peak.
But that Hua Niu Niu doesn’t even weigh fifty pounds, but she has become so famous. She must have a special job.
But the owner of Hua Niuniu does not live in the Yongan family area, and that person is withdrawn and likes to be alone, so no one has ever seen Hua Niuniu working. But as long as the dog goes to the mountains, whether it is a big solitary man or a big brown bear,
, then one person and one dog can deliver goods.
This is scary!
For a puppy weighing about 40 pounds, it is impossible to get a little yellow hair from the nest. How did it keep Xiong Ba?
But people sell goods when they go up the mountain, and two out of ten times are sold out, which is considered too much.
Over the past year, Zhao Jun's family has had no shortage of hunting dogs, and he is confident that his dogs can run rampant in the mountains.
The most important thing is that the time has not come yet, so Zhao Jun did not worry about Hua Niuniu before.
Now that the Dog Gang had killed five generals and met Song Benxiao, Zhao Jun inevitably had an idea.
In Zhao Jun's memory, Hua Niuniu first lived in Song Benxiao's family. Later, the eldest son of Song Benxiao's family married a wife. At that time, they didn't have enough money. It happened that a relative in his family wanted to buy a dog, so Song Benxiao sold the dog for 20 yuan.
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But what I didn’t expect was that Hua Niu Niu became famous since 1989. Until the ban on hunting in 1997, the old dog was still alive. What’s even more amazing is that the dog’s front front teeth were all gone, and it could still go up the mountain to get cannon eggs.
Woolen cloth.
It is now 1987, and I don’t know if the dog has arrived at Song Benxiao’s house. But this is not a problem for Zhao Jun. For such a thing, as long as Li Ruhai is sent, to borrow Zhang Yuanmin’s words, he can pinch it with both hands.
Went into the small shop, wrapped up all their belongings, put two sacks in them, and carried them into the car with Jie Zhong and Jie Chen.
After coming out of the small shop, a group of people took a bus and headed for the mountain farm. After coming out of Wynn Village, they went straight to Lao Guitouzi Ridge. They started firing cannons at the foot of Lao Guitouzi Ridge and headed all the way to Lao Guotouzi's shack.
When they got to the bottom of the mountain, everyone got out of the car and headed up the mountain carrying rhubarb, supplies, firecrackers, and golden barley.
After first going to Lao Guotou's shack and putting down the supplies, everyone headed up the mountain to the top of Linban 62, where the Dog Gang fought against Tiger the day before yesterday.
Halfway through, Li Baoyu asked everyone to go ahead. He held Rhubarb and went to the hiding place accompanied by Zhao Jun.
They found a pine tree and placed the rhubarb under the tree. The two of them covered it with snow. Li Baoyu lit three spring cigarettes and inserted them one by one in front of the snow bag where the rhubarb was buried.
Then, Li Baoyu shook his head and searched left and right.
Zhao Jun was startled by his move, and then he saw Li Baoyu walking to the side, and after a while he picked up a tree branch and came back.
Zhao Jun twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that this was quite formal.
I saw Li Baoyu using a tree branch to draw a square with one side missing on the snow, and then poured the golden barley into it.
Zhao Jun was speechless. He tilted his head to the side and refused to watch Li Baoyu act like a monster.
The golden barley caught fire at the drop of a hat, and in the light of the fire, Li Baoyu muttered something.
When the ceremony was completed, Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu hurried to chase away the large army.
They walked through the mountains and arrived at the place where they had picked up a half-drawn wild boar yesterday. Zhao Jun ordered Li Baoyu, Zhang Yuanmin, Xie Zhong, and Xie Chen to cut down small trees nearby, and then laid them across the nearby mountain road.
This is a roadblock, and on the snow in front and behind the roadblock, mark it with your feet.
The mark is a triangle, and then a line divides the triangle into two halves. If a mountain runner sees this mark, he will know that someone is laying a bomb in front of him, so he should return the same way, or he should be extremely vigilant.
Afraid that no one would be able to see this sign, Li Baoyu and the others also used knives and axes to cut marks on the trees on both sides of the roadblock.
They were doing the rough work, while Zhao Jun and Wang Qiang's uncle and nephew were laying traps for hunting tigers.
In order to avoid failure, Zhao Jun decided to use a two-pronged approach, using both explosives and underground guns.
They first fixed Wang Qiang's casing gun on a tree, keeping the gun about half a meter above the ground.
Then, Zhao Jun used a thin steel wire to connect the trigger of the gun to a tree opposite the gun.
Normally, the muzzle of the gun should be parallel to the steel wire. When a wild animal passes by, the gun will be triggered when it touches the ground.
But the specific situation must be analyzed in detail. When using guns, explosives, and covers in the mountains, hunters must first clearly understand what their prey is.
For example, the elders have a formula, which is called: Roe deer walks at the guard gate, wild boar rushes to the guard beam, and the black blind man drills the colored (sǎi) vine.
Use this to find traces of prey, and then follow the principle that snakes have their own snake paths and rats have their own paths, and then lay traps where the wild animals pass.
But what Zhao Jun wants to fight today is a tiger. As the overlord of the mountains and the top of the food chain, this Siberian tiger runs rampant in the mountains without any rules.
So, what if the gun is exposed to the ground, what if it doesn't walk from here, or jumps over.
This is also the reason why Li Ruhai asked the King of Song Dynasty if he had any secrets on shooting underground guns when he was having dinner at the Song family that day. Because Guo Paotou, the tiger-fighting general back then, had a unique skill.
Zhao Jun didn't know this special skill, so he had to use another method, using explosives combined with ground guns.
The explosive was tied in the middle of the wire rope in advance, and the beast was attracted by the thick smell of butter. When it opened its mouth and bit it, it not only triggered the explosive, but also triggered the ground gun.
But this is different from firing the ground gun alone. If the ground gun is fired alone, the beast's feet will trip on the thin steel wire. At this time, the ground gun is activated and the bullet passes through the shoulder blade.
But if a bomb is fired, the beast will stretch out its mouth to bite it. At this time, if the gun is still arranged like that, the bullet will go towards the beast's head when it is fired.
The target for the head was smaller than the body, so there was a possibility of missing the target. Therefore, Zhao Jun did not make the ground gun parallel to the steel wire, but moved it an inch to one side.
In this way, the trap will be triggered when a wild animal comes from the side.
Of course, no one can guarantee that it will come from one side. So here, Zhao Jun used the method of destroying the world and cutting down the small trees on the other side, blocking them with branches and branches. In this way, even if the beast comes from
If you come over there, you can force it to take a detour.
Zhao Jun deployed explosives and ground guns like this in three places in total, with each two places separated by about seven or eight miles.
At this time, if you look down from a high altitude, the three traps form a triangle, and in the center is the shack of Mr. Guo.
After setting up three traps, it was already past three in the afternoon. Seeing that it was getting late, everyone hurried to the shack.
When they arrived at the shack, everyone was fetching water, those who were cooking the kang, and those who were cooking were cooking.
The trap set today may not be triggered today. Zhao Jun and the others are ready to stay here for three days.
Therefore, they often bring food from home to the mountains, and it is all food that is easier to prepare. After all, they are not here for a picnic. They are exhausted after a long day of work. Who has the energy to cook?
Tonight, they will eat boiled noodles.
The big stew pot was sitting on the stove, and Zhao Jun kept adding snow to it. A stew pot of snow could not melt a stew pot of water. Therefore, Zhao Jun rushed to add snow as the snow melted.
When most of the water in the stew pot was boiling, Zhao Jun took out the pain-relieving tablets, oxytetracycline powder, and salt noodles that he had rolled at home, and sprinkled them one by one into the stew pot.
There's no way, the conditions must be like this, at least don't get a bad stomach. Otherwise, if the temperature is more than 30 degrees below zero, my butt will not be able to bear it when I go to the toilet.
Put the medicinal powder and salt into the pot and it will melt instantly.
Zhao Jun pulled the sack next to him and took out square butter paper packets.
The bread here is noodles, and they are not dried noodles. Wang Meilan and the women cut the noodles by hand at home.
After cutting, put each noodle into an aluminum lunch box lined with butter paper.
Then take it outside to freeze, then pull the butter paper to take the noodles out of the lunch box, then wrap the noodles with paper, and a rectangular noodle brick is ready.
Nowadays, dried noodles are indeed a good thing, but they can’t compare to hand-rolled noodles.
This noodle brick was made from two ounces of frozen noodles, and Zhao Jun ordered three in a row. When the noodles fell apart, Zhao Jun took out two round butter paper packets from his noodle pocket. After opening them, he found slices of butter inside.
Good, washed, balled and frozen sauerkraut.
Zhao Jun threw two balls of sauerkraut into the pot in succession, and then took out a long oval butter paper package, which contained beef slices that had been pushed with a planer and then frozen.
As the beef slices are put into the pot, wait until the pot is opened again. The noodles that are put into the pot first and the sauerkraut and beef slices are all cooked together.
The six people carried the small helmets they brought from home and had hot noodles, sauerkraut, and beef for dinner. In addition to Zhao Jun, the five people also drank some wine. Although it was cold in the room, they sat on the kang.
Much better than outside.
Like Zhao Youcai, he was sitting under a big red pine tree with Li Chunming, Qin Zhusong, Zhang Dongzhi and Zhao Jicheng.
Five people gathered in a circle, with a large fire in the middle.
Zhao Youcai used a tree branch to make chopsticks and pulled out a roasted black sticky bean bun from the fire. The sticky bean bun rolled on the snow. After holding it in his hand for a while, the sticky bean bun became hot again.
Zhao Youcai grinned and gnawed on the sticky bean buns with his front teeth. The outside layer was toasted and soft, but the inside was still frozen.
Zhao Youcai turned around and ate it once, then threw the remaining frozen sticky bean buns back into the fire and continued to bake them. After roasting for a while, he took them out to nibble.
He gnawed like this until Zhao Youcai's nose went down and his mouth and face turned completely black.
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Looking at the calm Zhao Youcai, Li Chunming couldn't help but admire him.
"Botou Zhao." Li Chunming called Zhao Youcai softly. Zhao Youcai, who was chewing bean buns with bared teeth, glanced this way and made a "hmm" sound from his nose.
"I think this big claw is dead." Li Chunming said with a smile: "I think it made a ditch when it fell on the walk."
"It's not pulling the ditch." Zhao Youcai said with a smile: "It has three legs. If we chase it out, it will stop jumping."
Having said this, Zhao Youcai turned around and looked in the direction of Class 62 Lin Class, and said: "I guess it has reached Class 62 Class now."
As he said that, Zhao Youcai shrunk his hands three times and threw the sticky bean bun with only bean filling into the fire. He raised his finger and pointed at his head and said with a smile: "We don't have to worry. He just needs to lie down tonight. Tomorrow he will
If you can’t get up, let’s go there to protect you!”
When the four members of the Tiger Fighting Team heard this, they all had smiles on their faces. This trip has been really painful. Let's end it quickly.
"Let's not be anxious." Qin Zhusong grinned and said with a wry smile: "It's too cold and miserable. I can't sleep."
The fire warms the chest, and the wind cools the back.
Five people started pulling firewood at two o'clock, and the pile of firewood would be enough to keep the fire burning until dawn tomorrow morning.
"Oh!" Zhang Dongzhi sighed and threw the hard frozen bean buns into the fire and said, "We don't have any pickles, can't we get heartburn after eating this?"
"If there is some, you can eat it." Zhao Jicheng said, "I have finished this meal, and I don't know what I will eat tomorrow morning."
There was no way, the old man surnamed Duan was having a hard time, and it took him a long time to find Zhao Youcai and the others to get seventeen frozen sticky bean buns.
"Okay, let's spend the night together." Zhao Youcai stabilized the morale of the army and said: "Tomorrow morning we will be beaten to death by that big claw, and then we will run out and find an old man surnamed Guo in a shack. He and I will be fine.
Let’s eat at his place tomorrow morning.”
The cold wind howled, and a Siberian tiger staggered on the hill. One of its legs was basically useless, the elbow was bitten by a beast, and half of the calf was broken.
But a tiger is a tiger. When the beast king is at its end, there is a fierce glare in its eyes. It opens its mouth from time to time and roars.
It was already very tired, but it had to protest because it smelled the same kind of smell, and it was of the same sex.
There is no way to avoid it, and you can only get a chance of survival by rushing through it, otherwise this place will be where its bones are buried.
Now it doesn't dare to rest, and it needs energy to maintain its physical fitness. In its current state, even if the horse pulling the sledge passes in front of it, it won't be able to catch it.
Fortunately, it smelled a strange smell, and the smell always stayed in one direction, so the Siberian tiger used its last strength to walk that way.
The night is already deep.
In the shack, on the earthen bed, Zhao Jun curled up in a ball wrapped in a big cotton monkey. Ma Ling knitted him a hat, a neck muff, and gloves, so he could not sleep comfortably, but he could still fall asleep.
"Snapped!"
"puff!"
Suddenly, a crisp sound and a muffled sound exploded continuously in the mountains, and Zhao Jun suddenly stood up from the kang.
And when he sat up, there was another crisp sound and a dull sound. Zhao Jun couldn't help but widen his eyes. Two of the traps he had just laid out today were triggered.
In the dark night, among the mountains, a Siberian tiger's jaw was shattered. The bullet entered behind the left front elbow and exited from the other side.
Where the bullet entered the flesh, the hole was not big, but on the other side where the bullet exited, there was a blood hole as big as the mouth of a bowl, gurgling with blood.
The Siberian tiger lay on its side on the ground, its upward-facing hind legs twitched slightly twice, and then died.
On the mountainside seven or eight miles away, the mountain wind brought the bloody smell of the same kind, causing a Siberian tiger to flee in panic.
