Chapter 970: Explosives and Ground Guns, Even the Mountain God Can’t Handle It

Zhao Jun and his party first went to Yongli Village, and as soon as they entered the village, they went straight to the store to buy firecrackers.

When the car stopped at the door of the store, they happened to meet Song Benxiao who had just bought tobacco leaves.

"Hey!" Wang Qiang saw Song Benxiao, pushed the door and got out of the car and greeted him, "Brother Song!"

They were both mountain hikers, and they always met every now and then.

"Qiangzi?" Song Benxiao was startled, then looked at the people who got off the car and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Ah..." Since the matter of fighting tigers could not be explained clearly, Wang Qiang gestured to Jie Chen who came around from the front of the car and said, "Accompany them to do something."

Song Benxiao did not know Jie Chen, so he could not ask any more questions.

At this time, Zhang Yuanmin fell down from the back of the car. Because he had short legs and it was difficult to get out of the car, Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu reached out to help him.

"Brother Song!" Zhang Yuanmin raised his hand and greeted Song Benxiao, but when Song Benxiao saw it was him, he was slightly stunned, and then said unhappily: "Who are you calling brother? Are you a tiger?"

"Who is a tiger?" Zhang Yuanmin smiled and said: "My father calls your old man brother, and we are of the same generation..."

"Fuck you!" Zhang Yuanmin was interrupted by Song Benxiao before he finished speaking, but seeing Song Benxiao scolding him with a smile, he knew that the two families had a relationship and were just playing around here.

Wang Qiang, who was watching the fun, smiled, called Zhao Jun over, and introduced him to Song Benxiao: "This is my nephew."

"It's Zhao Jun!" Song Benxiao looked at Zhao Jun and smiled: "It's been so many years since I last saw you, you've grown up."

"Uncle Song." Zhao Jun called Song Benxiao, and then Wang Qiang introduced Li Baoyu to Song Benxiao.

Hearing that it was Li Ruhai's brother, Song Benxiao became more enthusiastic. Finally, Wang Qiang briefly introduced Jie Zhong and Jie Chen.

After greeting each other, Song Benxiao said, "Well... come to my house for a while?"

"Not today." Wang Qiang politely refused, saying, "Wait for a day, come to my house to see my uncle Song."

"Okay!" Song Benxiao was just being polite just now, and after hearing what Wang Qiang said, he hurriedly took advantage of the situation and said, "Come over someday!"

After that, Song Benxiao said goodbye to everyone and left.

When Zhao Jun and his group walked into the store, Zhao Jun suddenly thought of something.

In Zhao Jun's previous life, there was a hunting dog in Yong'an Forest District. 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 not established, Zhao Jun had encountered that dog in hunting. Hua Niuniu was not big, and weighed about 46 or 47 kilograms.

Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Especially for hunters, if there is no obvious difference, no one will admit that their dog is not as good as others'.

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 100 kilograms at his peak, and Qinglong weighed more than 110 kilograms at his peak.

But Hua Niuniu, who weighs less than 50 kilograms, can make such a big name, so she must have a special job.

But Hua Niuniu's owner does not live in the Yong'an family area, and that person is eccentric 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 orphan or a big brown bear, the man and the dog can get the goods.

This is scary!

A small dog weighing more than 40 kilograms can't catch a little yellow-haired boy if it stays in the nest. How did it leave the bear tyrant?

But people go up the mountain and get the goods, and two out of ten times they go empty-handed is considered a lot.

In the past year, Zhao Jun's family has no shortage of hunting dogs. He is confident that his dogs can run rampant in the mountains.

The most important thing is that it is not the right time yet, so Zhao Jun did not think about Hua Niuniu before.

Now, the dog gang has lost five generals and met Song Benxiao again. Zhao Jun can't help but have some ideas.

In Zhao Jun's memory, Hua Niuniu was at Song Benxiao's house at first. Later, Song Benxiao's eldest son got married and the money was not enough. It happened that a relative of his family wanted to buy a dog, so Song Benxiao sold the dog for twenty yuan.

But what was unexpected was that Hua Niuniu became famous in 1989 and was still alive before the hunting ban in 1997. What's more amazing is that the dog's front teeth have all fallen out, but it can still go up the mountain to get cannon eggs.

Now it is 1987, and I don't know if the dog has reached Song Benxiao's house. But this is not difficult for Zhao Jun. For such a matter, as long as Li Ruhai is sent, then to borrow Zhang Yuanmin's words, it is easy to get it.

After entering the store, they packed all the double-shot taro from their family, put them into two sacks, and had Jie Zhong and Jie Chen carry them to the car.

After leaving the store, the group took the car to the mountain field again. They went straight to Lao Gui Tou Zi Ridge from Yongli Village, and started to set off cannons from the bottom of Lao Gui Tou Zi Ridge, all the way to Lao Guo Tou Zi's shack.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, everyone got off the car, carrying rhubarb, supplies, firecrackers, and golden barley and walked up the mountain.

First, they went to Lao Guo Tou's shack, put down the supplies, and then they dug the mountain to the top of the 62 forest squad, which was where the dog gang fought the tiger the day before.

Halfway through the journey, Li Baoyu asked everyone to go first, and he carried rhubarb and was accompanied by Zhao Jun to a hidden place.

Find a pine tree, put the rhubarb under the tree, and the two covered it with snow. Li Baoyu lit three winter jasmines and inserted them one by one in front of the snow bag where the rhubarb was buried.

Then, Li Baoyu shook his head and looked around.

Zhao Jun was stunned by his action, and then he saw Li Baoyu walking to the side, and soon he came back picking up a tree branch.

Zhao Jun's mouth twitched, thinking that this was quite formal.

Li Baoyu drew a square with a missing side on the snow with a branch, and then poured the golden barley into it.

Zhao Jun was speechless, and he tilted his head to the side to avoid watching Li Baoyu's trick.

The golden barley caught fire at a touch, and in the firelight, Li Baoyu muttered something.

After the ceremony was completed, Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu hurried to catch up with the main force.

They dug through the mountains and came to the place where they picked up a half-killed wild boar yesterday. Zhao Jun ordered Li Baoyu, Zhang Yuanmin, Jie Zhong, and Jie Chen to cut small trees nearby, and after cutting them down, they laid them across the nearby mountain road.

This was a roadblock, and on the snow before and after the roadblock, marks were made with feet.

The mark was a triangle, and then a line divided the triangle into two halves. If a mountain runner saw this sign, he would know that someone had set off bombs in front of him, and he would either return by the original route or be extremely vigilant.

In order to prevent people from seeing this sign, Li Baoyu and his men used knives and axes to cut marks on the trees on both sides of the roadblock.

They did the rough work, while Zhao Jun and Wang Qiang, uncle and nephew, set traps for hunting tigers.

To ensure that there would be no mistakes, Zhao Jun decided to take a two-pronged approach, using both explosives and ground guns.

They first fixed Wang Qiang's barrel gun on a tree, so that the gun was about half a meter off 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 should be parallel to the steel wire, and when the wild animal passes by, it will trip and touch the ground gun and it will be triggered.

But the specific situation needs to be analyzed specifically. When setting ground guns, explosives, and sets in the mountains, hunters must first clarify what their prey is.

Like the old people have a set of formulas, called: roe deer go to the gate, wild boars run to the ridge, and black blinds drill the colored vines.

In this way, they can find the traces of prey, and then set traps in the places where wild animals pass by according to the principle that snakes have snake paths and mice have mouse paths.

But today, the Zhao army wants to fight a tiger. As the overlord of the mountain and the top of the food chain, the Siberian tiger is rampant in the mountain without any rules.

So, if only the ground gun is used, what if it doesn't go here or jumps over.

This is why Li Ruhai asked King Song if there was a trick to using the ground gun when he was having dinner at Song's house that day. Because the tiger-fighting general Guo Paotou had a unique skill.

The Zhao army didn't know this skill, so they could only use another method, using explosives in combination with ground guns.

The explosives were tied in the middle of the wire rope in advance, and the beast was attracted by the heavy smell of butter. When it opened its mouth and bit, it not only triggered the explosives, but also triggered the ground gun.

But this is different from using the ground gun alone. If the ground gun is used alone, the beast will trip over the thin steel wire, and the ground gun will be triggered, and the bullet will pass through the shoulder blade.

But if the explosive bullet is used, the beast will stretch its mouth to bite. At this time, if the ground gun is still arranged in that way, the bullet will go to the beast's head when it is fired.

The target of the head is smaller than the body, which may miss it. Therefore, Zhao Jun did not make the ground gun parallel to the steel wire, but tilted it to one side by an inch.

In this way, the beast will trigger the trap when it comes from the side.

Of course, no one can guarantee that it will come from the side. So here, Zhao Jun used the method of Tiandi Juehu Dui again, cutting down small trees on the other side and blocking them with branches and branches. In this way, even if the beast comes from that side, it can be forced to take a detour.

Zhao Jun arranged three such explosive bullets and ground guns, and each two were about seven or eight miles apart.

At this time, if you look down from a high altitude, the three traps form a triangle, and the central area is the shack of Lao Guo.

After setting up three traps, it was already past three in the afternoon. Seeing that it was getting dark, everyone rushed to the shack.

When they arrived at the shack, everyone fetched water, heated the kang, and cooked.

The traps set today might not be triggered today, and Zhao Jun and his team were ready to stay here for three days.

Therefore, they brought a lot of food from home to the mountain, and they were all foods that were easier to cook. After all, they were not here for a picnic. After a day of hard work, they were exhausted. Who would have the energy to cook?

Tonight, they would eat boiled noodles.

The big stew pot sat on the stove, and Zhao Jun kept adding snow to it. A stew pot of snow could not melt a stew pot of water. So Zhao Jun hurriedly melted the snow and added snow.

Until most of the water in the stew pot boiled, Zhao Jun took out the painkillers, oxytetracycline powder, and salt noodles rolled at home, and sprinkled them in the stew pot one by one.

There was no way, this condition had to be like this, at least don't get a stomachache. Otherwise, it would be more than 30 degrees below zero, and my butt would not stand going to the toilet all the time.

The medicine powder and salt noodles were put into the pot and melted instantly.

Zhao Jun pulled the sack next to him and took out square butter paper packages from it.

The noodles here were wrapped in noodles, and they were not dried noodles, but hand-rolled noodles cut by Wang Meilan and the women at home.

After cutting, each noodle was rolled in flour so that it would not stick together and put into an aluminum lunch box covered with butter paper.

Then it was taken outside to freeze, and then the noodles were taken out of the lunch box by pulling the butter paper, and then the noodles were wrapped in paper, and a rectangular noodle brick was ready.

In this day and age, dried noodles are indeed a good thing, but they are not as good as hand-rolled noodles.

This noodle brick is made of two taels of frozen noodles, and Zhao Jun put down three in a row. When the noodles were scattered, Zhao Jun took out two round butter paper packages from the noodle bag. After opening them, there were chopped, washed, rolled and frozen sauerkraut inside.

Zhao Jun threw two balls of pickled cabbage into the pot, and then took out a long oval butter paper package, which contained beef slices that had been flattened and frozen.

As the beef slices were put into the pot, the noodles that were put into the pot first were cooked together with the pickled cabbage and beef slices that were put in later.

The six people carried the small helmets they brought from home and ate dinner with hot noodles, pickled cabbage and beef. Except for Zhao Jun, the five people also drank some wine. Although it was cold in this room, sitting on the kang was much better than sitting outside.

Like Zhao Youcai, he was sitting under a big red pine with Li Chunming, Qin Zhusong, Zhang Dongzhi and Zhao Jicheng.

The five people formed a circle with a big fire in the middle.

Zhao Youcai used a tree branch to make chopsticks to pull out a roasted black sticky bean bun from the fire. The sticky bean bun rolled on the snow and was held in his hand for a while, and the sticky bean bun became hot again.

Zhao Youcai gnawed the bean curd with his front teeth. The outer layer was baked soft, but the inside was still frozen.

Zhao Youcai gnawed it in circles, and threw the remaining frozen bean curd back into the fire to continue roasting. After roasting for a while, he took it out and gnawed it again.

After gnawed it like this, Zhao Youcai's nose was drooping, and his mouth and face were all black.

The four members of the tiger hunting team were all retired from the army, but they had never suffered such a punishment when they were in the army!

Looking at the calm Zhao Youcai, Li Chunming couldn't help but admire him.

"Boss Zhao." Li Chunming gently called Zhao Youcai, who was gnawing the bean curd with his teeth bared, glanced over here, and made a "hmm" sound from his nose.

"I think this big claw is finished." Li Chunming said with a smile: "I see that the trail it left behind is all ditched."

"It's not ditching." Zhao Youcai said with a smile: "It has three legs. We chased it and it couldn't jump."

Speaking of this, Zhao Youcai turned around and looked in the direction of the 62nd forest class, saying: "I guess it is now on the top of the 62nd big class."

As he said, Zhao Youcai threw the sticky bean buns that had shrunk three times and only had bean filling into the fire, raised his hand and pointed at his head, and said with a smile: "We don't have to worry. If it lies down tonight, it won't be able to get up tomorrow. We will be sure to get there!"

The four members of the tiger hunting team smiled when they heard this. This trip was really too painful, so let's end it quickly.

"Let's not be anxious." Qin Zhusong grinned and said with a wry smile: "It's too cold, too painful, and I can't sleep."

The fire warms the chest, and the wind cools the back.

Five people started to collect firewood at two o'clock. The firewood piled together would only be enough to burn until the next morning.

"Oh!" Zhang Dongzhi sighed and threw the hard frozen sticky bean buns into the fire, saying, "We don't have any pickles. Wouldn't it be heartburn if we eat this?"

"If there is food, you can eat it." Zhao Jicheng said, "After this meal, we don't know what to eat tomorrow morning."

There was no way. The old man surnamed Duan was too difficult. He searched for a long time before he brought Zhao Youcai and his men seventeen frozen sticky bean buns.

"Okay, let's make do for one night." Zhao Youcai stabilized the morale of the troops and said, "Tomorrow morning, we will be knocked to death by the big claws. After that, we will slide down. There is a shack built by an old man surnamed Guo. I am very good friends with him. Let's eat at his place tomorrow morning."

The cold wind was howling, and a Siberian tiger staggered on the hill. One of its legs was basically useless, its elbow was bitten by a beast, and its lower leg was broken from halfway down.

But a tiger is a tiger, and when the beast king is at the end of his rope, his eyes are full of ferocity. It opens its mouth from time to time and roars.

It is already very tired, but it has to show off because it smells the same kind, and the smell of the same sex.

It can't avoid it, and only by rushing through can it get a glimmer of life, otherwise this place will be where it will be buried.

Now it dare not rest, and it needs energy to maintain its physical strength. But in its current state, even if the horse pulling the sled passes by it, it can't catch it.

Fortunately, it smelled a strange smell of rancidity, and the smell always stayed in one direction, so this Siberian tiger used its last strength to walk over there.

It was late at night.

In the shack, on the earthen kang, Zhao Jun curled up in a ball wrapped in a big cotton monkey. He wore the hat, collar, and gloves that Ma Ling knitted for him, and he slept unsteadily but could sleep.

"Pah!"

"Puff!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound and a muffled sound exploded in the mountains, and Zhao Jun suddenly stood up from the kang.

When he sat up, "Pah", "Puff", there was another crisp sound and a muffled sound. Zhao Jun couldn't help but widen his eyes. Two of the traps he set today were triggered.

In the dark night, between the mountains, the lower jaw of a Siberian tiger was blown to pieces. The bullet entered from the left front elbow and shot out from the other side.

The bullet hole where the bullet entered the flesh was not big, but on the other side where the bullet came out, a blood hole the size of a bowl was gushing with blood.

The Siberian tiger lay on its side on the ground, and its upward hind legs twitched slightly twice, and it was dead.

And on the mountainside seven or eight miles away, the mountain wind brought the bloody smell of its own kind, and a Siberian tiger was frightened and fled in panic.

Brothers, this chapter is updated. I am a little tired. My head and hands are not coordinated. The day before yesterday, I promised to kill a big claw yesterday. I thought it would be done in three chapters at most. But when I was writing, I found a lot of details. Although I broke my promise, my attitude is still okay.

I won’t update tonight. I will take this opportunity to adjust my schedule and try to update during the day.