When Lao Heng goes hunting, he doesn't know how to use a gun or a bow and arrow. All he has is the sap he's holding in his hand now!
In the past, when people went hunting in the mountains, they would pick up a hardwood stick that fit or not fit in the hand, and guard it on the path that some animals must pass. Usually, if they hit it with a sap, the animals would definitely have broken bones and muscles, which was the fate of Lao Heng's meal.
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"Lao Heng, don't show off, this kind of wild boar king is not something you can handle." Wu Yong's words seemed to stop Lao Heng from stepping forward, but in fact he was just trying to kill him!
"Isn't it just a wild boar with a bigger head? If you hit it with a stick, the wild boar that deserves to be plagued will immediately stretch out its legs and belch its farts!" It seems that Lao Heng still resorts to this crappy method of provocation.
"Lao Heng, please wish yourself well. My brother will mentally support your spirit of two hundred and fifty!" Wu Yong climbed up a big tree with a double-barreled shotgun on his back, sat on a branch and lit it.
I smoked a Huahua cigarette to get over the craving I had been holding back for several hours, while preparing to see how exciting the show would be when two thick-headed and rough-bodied animals had sex with each other.
"You're only 250! You're only 250 and you're like this little wild boar running over to deliver food!"
Lao Heng's stick came with a thunderous sweep. The little wild boar that ran over to bully Lao Heng was swept away by the hardwood stick in Lao Heng's hand with a squeal, and then his body was twitching several meters away.
He vomited the smell of blood and saw that the little wild boar was dying.
"Old Heng is mighty! Come on, Old Heng, beat that snarling old wild boar to death with a stick!" On the big rock, under the moonlight, Yu Xiaobei saw a big dwarf breaking away from the ambush circle and retreating from the crowd, alone.
We met the group of six wild boars that were charging.
The big dwarf seemed to make a circle, and then a group of black shadows rushed out of the front and flew out with a roar. The little wild boar lay in the distance and could not see any movement.
Yu Xiaobei had a very deep understanding of Lao Heng's figure and his brute strength that could carry a cauldron, so Lao Heng dragged him back and rushed towards the wild boars.
Liniu said very confidently.
Sure enough, as soon as Lao Heng took action, he knew there was something wrong!
A little wild boar was shot with just one stick and flew out alive and dead. Wouldn't it mean that if six sticks were taken down, the wild boar herd would be conquered by Lao Heng like this?
Of course, this addition may not be effective against the Wild Boar King, but at most, if you hit the Wild Boar King with a few more sticks and turn the Wild Boar King into a Buddha and Pig King with hair all over his head, won't he be doomed sooner or later?
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As Yu Xiaobei wished, Lao Heng used another acceleration sweep to shoot away a small wild boar, and then directly faced the wild boar king with a single red eye that was about to bleed!
Facing the wild boar king with steel arrows stuck in his left eye and right nostril, with a disabled body but a strong will, Lao Heng quickly stepped forward to meet him, kicked his feet, and flew up, holding a hardwood club like a big mallet in both hands.
With the power of Mount Tai, or the power of splitting Huashan, hitting the Wild Boar King's head head-on was a blow to the head!
"Bang... bang..."
The super big wooden club hit the Wild Boar King's head with a loud bang. The force was so great that it broke into two sections with a snap.
Lao Heng originally wanted to use the power of the wooden stick to fly up on the back of the wild boar king like Xiao Hei just now, and then land behind the big wild boar with one foot, and then use the wooden stick to clean up a few wild boars that fell on the big wild boar.
The little wild boar at the back turned around to see the situation of the mother wild boar before making the next plan. Unfortunately, plans are always subject to changes. When the hardwood stick suddenly changed, its fate suddenly changed.
There was a big turning point!
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"No! Lao Heng, be careful!"
Yu Xiaobei's nervous voice crossed the night sky where the roaring insects and beasts were roaring, and accurately reached the ears or sound receivers of all humans, birds, beasts and insects within a one-mile radius. This sound was really powerful.
Penetratingly speaking.
The reason why Yu Xiaobei was so confused was because that guy Lao Heng inexplicably put himself in danger. His short and wide body suddenly shook his head a few times and then raised his head.
The big wild boar came close to him with its gleaming fangs. Lao Heng saw that his body suddenly lost his balance and was unable to exert any force in the air. He just wanted to twist his waist a few times to avoid the two big butts and sit on it directly.
The tragic fate of the big wild boar's sharp tusks feels a little too weak-minded.
Let me go, it turns out that being too strong can sometimes be a curse rather than a blessing!
If I had been a little weaker and hadn't broken the hardwood stick by myself, I would have said something cool now.
Unfortunately, the reality is cruel. The wooden stick just broke at the critical moment. Unprepared, the big wild boar would inevitably poke two bloody holes in the big ass.
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"boom…"
After a loud noise, Lao Heng, who was about to be poked in the butt or with his asshole broken, sat down on the ground. Lao Heng put his hand between his butt and the peanut sprout and touched it. It was okay.
, there are not two or two holes that are constantly spurting blood, and the old anus is still fine and has not been poked out!
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Wu Li climbed up to a large camphor tree with a thick waist. When he turned around, he saw that Lao Heng had already slapped a small wild boar away, and then he slapped it again. The other little wild boar was about to belch.
With his brute strength, can he really break off the trotters of that big wild boar?
The next second, Wu Li knew that his idea was terribly wrong!
Lao Heng, this brute, has great strength, but this guy doesn't know how to use force at all. He just uses all his strength and doesn't spare any effort. What's the difference between him and his death?
Seeing Lao Hengliang being inserted into three holes by the old sow, Wu Li took out the infrared heavy sniper without thinking, and a special heavy-hit bullet shot out of the gun barrel at supersonic speed.
The bullet hit the upper part of the big wild boar's front leg, sending the guy flying several meters away.
"I went and forgot that I was in a tree!"
Wu Li was hit by the recoil of the heavy sniper and flew away! It was as if his right arm was no longer his.
Fortunately, there was a space ring. Wu Li entered the space in a flash. After putting the gun away, he found a three-claw polymer rope and then escaped from the space. He threw the rope towards the tree branch and Wu Li transformed into Tarzan.
Feidang returned to the big camphor.
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"What was the sound just now? Could it be a thunderbolt in the moonlit night, specially used to kill the big wild boar that had done so many bad things?" Except for Wu Li, the guy who fired the gun, everyone was hit by that heavy sniper shot with such violence that it was like being hit in the head.
The sound like thunder startled me.
Yu Xiaobei was so frightened that her face turned pale and her eyes were blank for a long time before she came back to her senses and asked everyone what the situation was.
"This should be the sound of a sniper rifle, right?"
Brother Yali was not very sure about the answer. Listening to the sound, he really wanted to think that the sound of heavy sniper fire was heard in the shooting center, but in such a ravine, and it is in the ravine of the flower country, a little common sense and IQ
Anyone who is over seventy and whose logical thinking is not chaotic would not think that there would be a sniper here, right?
And the target is still a big wild boar.
Unless this big wild boar is some kind of alien pig, the Martian Pig, how else could this nonsense of using a heavy sniper rifle to shoot wild boars happen?
I am very busy with work now, so I don’t have much time to write every day. I hope you guys will forgive me. (To be continued)