680 665. The First Shot (1/5)

Chapter 680 665. The First Shot (15)

The color of Alpine Russula is red, and some mushrooms are about to dry up, and the color is even dark red, as if stained with blood stains, which looks a bit shocking.

According to the law of nature, this bright color is the vigilance of mushrooms to other animals: man looks so gorgeous, it is obviously poisonous, if you dare to eat me, I will poison you to death.

But alpine russula is a special case, it is edible, and from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, this thing nourishes yin and blood, especially suitable for women and the elderly.

Like devils clearing landmines, the group explored the surrounding pine forest, and then took out a small bag of red mushrooms.

Maori are also experts in survival in the wild. Looking at these red mushrooms, Atulu said: "Thick ones can be roasted and eaten, dried ones can be stewed and eaten, and small ones can be fried and eaten. Damn, I feel a little bit watery just thinking about it." Saliva."

The young president said in surprise: "We just finished eating, and you can drool?"

Atulu nodded happily, and said: "Have you never heard a word? The Maori eat two meals a day, and one meal takes half a day. We can eat all day, so even if we stay on an isolated island, we are not caught. Nature weeds out."

After speaking, he whistled again, and he was even more merry.

Walking up the rugged mountain road, here are all unexplored barren mountains and wild ridges, there is no serious road, especially now that the mountain is covered with heavy snow, it is very difficult to climb the mountain.

Uncle Bing pulled Battier and said, "Everyone, don't climb up. It's unnecessary. The elk will not climb to the top of the mountain in such weather. They like to look for food along the foot of the mountain."

In the depths of winter, everything in the mountains and forests is full of sounds. When walking on the road, there are only the sound of their stepping on the snow and the sound of talking from time to time. There are no other sounds, and it is very quiet.

There is no pollution, and the snow on the mountain is clean and pure white. It was colder in the past few days, and the temperature on the mountain is even lower. Some trees have ice edges hanging on them, which look as clear as crystal.

The sun is shining brightly, the sun shines on the ice crystals, the light shines, and it has different colors from different angles, just like colorful colored glaze.

Wang Bo found a clean piece, broke it off and stuffed it into his mouth. The strong man took two steps back when he saw it, then jumped up quickly, and opened his mouth to bite another hanging ice crystal.

As a result, the ice crystal was hanging on a thick branch, and the mastiff didn't bite it off, but pulled it to the branch, so that the whole canopy was shaken, and the large and small ice crystals hanging on it fell down one after another.

It was as if ten thousand arrows had landed on the ground, the strong man was startled, and ran out screaming and screaming. Ice crystals hit it in pieces. The head of this thing was very sharp, and it fell from the air and pierced it. , still hurts.

The encounter with the mastiff alerted the other cats and dogs, and a group of little guys calmed down and ran to the front to explore the way.

After walking for a while, the queen at the front suddenly raised her head and looked at the side of the mountain with concentration. Its eyes were very focused, which was the gesture of discovering prey.

The strong man's hearing was even better, his big ears suddenly stood up, and he wanted to run away.

Worried that they would scare the deer away, Wang Bo quickly grabbed the young man with quick eyes and hands, and then waved vigorously at the queen, calling him and Xiao Wang back.

Eva looked at them, and Wang Bo, Uncle Bing, Bowen, Charlie and others quietly walked down from the two wings.

Atulu wanted to go down with a shotgun in his arms, but his stomach was too big to bend over, and he didn't get down after walking a few steps, but he almost slipped and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Wang Bo had no choice but to wave to him, signaling him to go back and stay with the child.

Uncle Bing walked very quickly. He walked on the hillside for a while, and lay down behind a thick beech tree, then nodded to everyone, signaling them to come closer.

Wang Bo quietly stood behind him, picked up the binoculars and looked ahead.

On a piece of snow, a dozen big deer and a few small deer were digging through the snow with their claws to find grass to eat. At this time, it was cold and freezing, and the grass on the mountain had dried up. They dug through the frozen soil to find grass roots.

But after finding the grass root and chewing it in his mouth a few times, a deer spit it out. Uncle Bing whispered: "These guys must have eaten in the pasture not long ago. Look, they can't eat the wild grass root."

There are big deer in this deer herd. Wang Bo held up his binoculars to try to count them. As a result, these deer kept shifting their positions. Even if they were not moving, they kept raising and lowering their heads. It was very difficult to count the number of antlers on their heads.

Uncle Bing knew what he was doing when he heard the numbers over and over in his mouth, he leaned over and said in a low voice: "The one we hunted the biggest, Fourteen Branches, is a big guy worth taking risks."

The elk has six-branched antlers, which means it is a big deer, and it can grow to fourteen-branched. This deer is not only old, but also very strong. Such antlers are suitable for hanging in castles as specimens.

Wang Bo waved his hands to the left and right to signal everyone not to act rashly, then he gently pulled the trigger to load the SL8, and said to Uncle Bing in a low voice: "I'll do it, let me shoot."

Uncle Bing looked at him in shock: "Are you sure? It's still two hundred meters away, can you aim?"

The SL8 has a scope. Wang Bo thought he could aim, but he definitely couldn't hit it.

But isn't this hunting? He feels that he has trained a lot. How can there be a natural sharpshooter? Isn't it all fed by bullets?

Stretching his feet on the tree, the elbow of his left arm was propped on his leg, and the butt of the SL8 was stretched to his chest on the right side. He took a deep breath with his head sideways, fixed his eyes on the big deer that was walking, and slowly moved the fingers of his right hand. Pulled the trigger...

"I'm a stone, a stone, a stone that can't breathe, has no temperature..."

Uncle Bing was stunned for a moment when he heard Lao Wang's nagging, he turned to look at Lao Wang, the expression on his face was amazing!

The old deer has experience. It is not unreasonable for it to live until now. Even though the hunters are two hundred meters away from it, it still feels something. After Wang Bo took aim at it, it suddenly raised its head vigilantly. Glancing around.

"Fuck you stone, I'm a sharpshooter, go!"

Lao Wang grumbled, and after aiming, he pulled the trigger happily: "Bang!" "Bang!"

The two gunshots sounded almost simultaneously, and Wang Bo was taken aback, saying, "My God, why is the echo so fast?"

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the deer herd ran towards the east in the snow field. The direction was very uniform, and it was not the big deer who ran away first, but the big deer wrapped the younger deer, so you can see that this is the regular army in the deer herd, and they should always be together Life is experienced.

After speaking, Wang Bo raised his binoculars and looked forward. At a glance, the grass roots and snow field were empty, and all the deer herds had run away. However, lying obliquely in front of him was a big deer with long and thick antlers on its head. It's complicated, it's the old deer!