Chapter 881 Bandit Brothers and Sisters

"Hey, that was before. Our town was too backward and remote. There was no widespread electricity or radio coverage. Now the world outside has changed a lot. For example, let me tell you that the Soviet Union is now Young people no longer hunt, or the hunting places have changed and they no longer go to the forest.”

“Where can we go hunting if we don’t go to the forest?”

"They went to a place called a dance hall to hunt. The women had bubble hair and big waves, which looked like 'Marilyn Monroe'. The men had slicked back hair, and some also imitated the Beatles' bell-bottoms and lapel shirts. The overall style is similar to Elvis Presley, almost everyone knows how to play guitar and goes to the dance hall every day after getting up."

"What kind of new hunting tool is the guitar? Is Elvis Presley a new species of animal unique to Moscow? A dance hall. It doesn't sound like a place for hunting."

"The guitar is an instrument and the one who sings songs. Elvis is a person. He is very charming, so he is called Elvis. As for the cabaret, it is a cabaret. Young people sing and dance in it. The most danced are side dances. Men and The women hugged each other and swayed to the music."

The female hunter from Moscow said she was excited, and chatted while drinking wine. Old Aryan, an older man, sat on the kang with his eyes wide open, trying to accept the new affairs from Moscow three thousand kilometers away. From time to time, he used A few comments about my old ideas will make Huntress, a "new era woman" laugh out loud.

"By the way, old man, I was running outside for a while and didn't see any of my family. Is your house the only one nearby?" After chatting for a while, the huntress suddenly remembered something and asked.

"No." The old hunter nodded, "My family is the only one nearby. Everyone else is in the town. If you want to see other people, you have to go into the town. When the snowstorm stops tomorrow, I will show you the way. Walk along the railroad tracks. , It doesn’t matter if the railroad tracks are buried, just remember the avenue left in the middle of the coniferous forest, it’s easy to recognize and you can basically walk on the right track, and you can reach the town in about two hours.”

"What if the storm keeps coming?"

"Then we have to wait. The meat in the house is enough for the two of us to eat for three days," the old hunter said. "But in so many years, we have never encountered a snowstorm that lasted for three days. As soon as the snow outside weakens, we can actually leave. ”

"It feels quite dangerous. You are the only one living in the suburbs. If there is an emergency, you won't be able to find anyone to help."

"Where did the emergency come from? I haven't encountered many things in these years. It's not like this." The old hunter always has the confidence of an old hunter. In other words, the elderly all have this kind of unfounded confidence. This confidence comes from an invisible and intangible thing called "experience", but they often ignore that "experience" needs to rely on "strength". Execution, it turns out that they will always confuse the two, and it is not until they are at a disadvantage that they say: You can't accept the old age.

"How about I move to live near my house, and we can come here to hunt together in normal times. I also want to learn hunting skills and there are not many people in town who can teach me!" the female hunter suddenly said with great interest.

"Are you going to stay in the town for a while? Aren't you going back to Moscow?" Old Aryan asked doubtfully.

"I probably won't be going back for a while. My dad and I have both come back from Moscow and will live in the town for a long time. What you said before, uncle, is actually correct. Sometimes the changes outside are too fast. When the people who are about to go out can't accept it, they will naturally come back. Maybe your son will come back to you someday."

Old Arian paused for a long time with the vodka, and his eyes seemed to light up. I don't know if it was the light from the stove or something else. He suddenly took a few sips of vodka and said, "I'm not sure! I'm really not sure!"

"Yeah, I don't think so!" the huntress said with a smile.

"By the way, girl, do you have a lover?"

"Well, why are you asking about this suddenly?"

"When my son came back a few years ago, he always said that he didn't have time to ask for a wife. I feel that you are not much different in age."

"No, really no, uncle, I am actually much older than you look."

"Let's not talk about this first. Let's not talk about this first. Let me show you this first, a photo of my son."

"Let me take a look"

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Dong-dong-dong, there was a knock on the door of the wooden house.

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Just when the female hunter was leaning towards old Aryan, there was a knock on the door of the cabin, loudly and urgently.

"Someone is here again." Old Arian stopped taking out the photo and looked toward the wooden door strangely.

"It seems I'm not the only unlucky one tonight." The huntress was stunned for a moment and said with a strange smile.

"I'll open the door. I'll show you the photo when I get back and see if it suits you!" Old Arian still didn't give up on finding a spouse for his son whom he hadn't seen for a long time. The key was that he thought this female hunter was really compatible. It had been a long time since he had seen such a cute girl. He thought if he had a daughter he would look like when he was raised!

"Old man, please slow down. What if your son comes back with a wife or even a son? Then I won't be embarrassed!" The huntress joked as she gnawed on the bread and looked at old Aryan who opened the door.

"I'm not sure! How can I be certain about what will happen in the future!" Old Arian waved his hands and walked to the wooden door and opened it. As soon as the door crack opened, a blizzard roared from outside and hung up, illuminated by the stove. The warm room was dyed dark blue by the air squeezed in.

"By the way, old man, your son"

The female hunter looked at old Aryan who opened the door, and was about to say something when a loud noise that could not be suppressed even in a snowstorm exploded. The old man at the door seemed to have been hit in the chest by a hammer, and he was thrown backwards and knocked over the stove. The teapot fell flat on the ground, and gray smoke spread out from outside the door. Also coming in were a pair of shoes and two black shotgun barrels.

Two men wearing bearskin coats walked in quickly from the door, one man and one woman. The man stood in front holding a double-barreled shotgun, while the woman hid her head behind and observed the life and death of the old man who was shot.

"It's overturned, it's overturned! Brother! The old guy is down!" The woman screamed in a high-pitched and excited voice, and the freckles on half of her face exposed on the brown collar were swollen with blood.

"What a waste, he still scolds us for stealing his prey? Now we're going to kill him and move him out of his house! Larissa, go find out the secret room where he hides. He said before in town that his son kills his prey every year." Send him rubles." The tall man muttered, his words filled with low excitement. The excitement after killing someone.

The man walked in and closed the wooden door with the howling blizzard behind him. The woman in the bear hat behind him also cleverly got inside. She bent down and reached out to check whether the old guy on the ground who was shot was dead. After all, something like an earthen shotgun can kill people. My strength is limited, and the people here are wearing thick clothes, so there is no chance of survival.

But just as the woman in the bear hat took a step closer, there was a scream of wind in her ears. Her outstretched right hand was torn away by a huge force, and her whole body stumbled into the stove nearby, followed by severe pain. All over the body.

"Ah!" The woman in the bear hat suddenly let out a fierce scream. She turned her head to look in horror, and found that her right hand was nailed to the iron piece by the stove with a wooden arrow, and white smoke continued to emit from the back of her hand that touched the hot iron piece. Roasted with a strange aroma.

"Damn it! Why is there still someone there?" The tall man cursed, turned around and fired deep into the house. The figure on the kang rolled away from the place the moment the full moon drew his bow and shot an arrow, and he kicked over The second shot of the shotgun blasted half of the table in the wooden house but no one was hurt.

The figure who fell off the kang was of course the female hunter. She bent down and rushed towards the tall man with a wooden bow in her hand. At the same time, she began to draw the bow fully. The tall man stepped back while loading the double-barreled shotgun. The expressions on both sides were The tension was ferocious, and the adrenaline surged in this sudden speed of life and death. The moment the barrel of the gun was closed, the female hunter also rushed in front of him!

He suddenly pushed the barrel of the gun forward, and the female hunter also raised the fully drawn wooden bow in her hand.

"Brother! No!" Someone in the wooden house yelled miserably, and the person yelling was the huntress who was nailed to the stove.

The two gun barrels were aimed at the huntress's face, but the trigger was not pulled down because the arrow on the wooden bow was also aimed at the neck of the woman in the bear hat in front of the stove.

When a gunshot is fired, a wooden bow is bound to be fired, and two people in this room will die in an instant.

"Who the hell are you?" The tall man lowered his head and stared at the beautiful hunter in front of him with a distorted face. He yelled in Russian. He and the woman in the bear hat were both Caucasian Russians.

"It's my turn to ask, who the hell are you? A robber?" The female hunter stared at the tall man and said with a ferocious expression.

"Brother, save me." The woman in the bear hat next to the stove was still wailing. Her left hand had no feeling, and the back of her hand was scorched black after being stuck on the iron plate.

"Move the bow and arrow." The tall man growled.

"Move the gun," the huntress said coldly.

"No way! Let go first."

"You want me to release the bow?"

"How dare you son of a bitch!"

"I, a son of a bitch, dare to do it, but you, a bastard, do you dare to shoot?"

"Don't fucking push me!"

"What's wrong with me forcing you? Is that your sister on the stove?"

"Move your fucking bow!"

"You have the guts to shoot!"

Obscene words and angry emotions poured out one after another amidst the crackling of the flames, one after another, until everyone said they were tired and closed their mouths. However, the wooden bow and shotgun never stopped. The slightest movement.

The light from the stove casts the shadows of the three people on the ceiling. The bowstring of the bow and arrow trembled slightly. The finger before the trigger was sweating and trembling. The woman in the bear hat was still screaming and wailing. The old hunter on the ground who did not know whether he was alive or dead was dripping with blood. , even the real snowstorm finally arrived at the wooden house at this time, roaring like a dragon outside the house, and the cold war deadlock in the wooden house was suffocating.

At this moment, everyone in the house suddenly heard a knock on the door, a rhythmic knock on the door.