The number of wild boars in this group is a bit large, with twenty-three, four big pigs, one male and three female, and the rest are all small pigs.

Bayi Bar, who has the AK bloodline, is better than blue than blue. It is not called fighting a wild boar, but it is called abuse.

One shot, whether it is hitting the head or the body, it is extremely fierce.

The melee ended soon, most of the wild boars were beaten up in one go, and the local dogs made great contributions. Whenever the pigs ran around, they were always driven back in time. In the end, they only escaped two or three little pigs. If they were lucky, they might be able to survive until they grew up. If they were not lucky, they would encounter clouded leopards, Asian black bears or South China tigers, etc., which would probably be cool.

Worried that the smell of blood would attract other beasts, it would be difficult to beat them casually, so I had to chop off the four big pigs' legs, remove the best meat, rub them with fine salt, throw them into the basket inside, and continue patrolling the mountain.

The team did not plan to return to the village, but planned to spend one night in the wilderness and then return the next afternoon. Taking advantage of this opportunity, they would thoroughly search the vicinity of the village and expel some ferocious beasts that covered the territory.

After encountering the first group of wild boars, it means that other wild boars are not far away. Wild boars do not have the habit of attacking each other like ants, and they often freely divide or sow groups because of foraging.

Led by the experienced old hunters, one hour later, they found a second group of wild boars.

There were not many this time, there were eleven, with six big pigs, four male and two females, and one of them had only one fang left. Obviously, there had been a fight.

The group of pigs who had opened the harem before were the winners, but now the group is the tragic poor pigs.

However, their fate is no different. They have four eighty-one bars, one person fires a shot, and one hoe and stick swings hard, and the wild monsters are destroyed.

The May Fourth Pistol did not participate in the battle, so it protected other people as usual, beware of other beasts ambushing the pigs, and by the way, treating people as extra-heads for extra meals.

I don’t know if I didn’t come out, but when I came out, the villagers and militia were shocked.

The wild boars in the mountains are almost at the critical point of flooding again, and there are three groups of wild boars on this mountain.

The pig hunting team killed at least hundreds of wild boars before dark, each of which was filled with pig thighs and good pork chops.

The sun gradually sets westward, and the old hunters familiar with the terrain lead the team to a cave near the top of the mountain. There are traces of artificial flatness on the ground inside the cave, and there are also a lot of wood ash and lime.

In the corner, there were firewood, shovels and axes, and three iron boxes of different sizes, one box filled with oil, salt, rice and flour, one box filled with gauze, iodine and other emergency supplies, and one box filled with solar panels, wiring boards and camping lamps and other gadgets.

This cave is a stronghold that hunters often come to. The things stored in it are for self-service and are not considered money. This is a tradition of hunting in the deep mountains and is completely communism.

The old hunter, who led the team, found some unusual things in the cave. Following the faint traces, he found several empty canned lunch meat and empty packaging bags of compressed biscuits in the cracks of the nearby rock piles.

"Someone lived here last night, not a hunter."

Most of the foods brought by hunters when they go into the mountains are dry food such as steamed buns and rice dumplings. At most, they are bacon or bacon that supplements the supplies of the stronghold. They never bring convenience foods such as lunch meat and compressed biscuits, and they will not leave domestic waste in the mountains. On the one hand, it will pollute the environment, and on the other hand, it will leave the breath of people and allow nearby beasts to escape.

The impact of human activities on wild animals has accumulated over thousands of years. Even tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves know that they cannot attack humans casually. Today's animals are far from rampant as in ancient times. In order to adapt to their limited living space, many changes have been made.

Lao Zhang, Guo Wenkai and others looked at it for a while and made a judgment.

"There are four people in total, three men and one woman."

The old hunter glanced at them in surprise and said, "Can you see?"

Lao Zhang said proudly: "Ha, you can see animals, and we can see people. After all, we are policemen and specialize in eating this industry. If you guess correctly, you should be a hiker and you are really brave."

"That's right, it's not a hunter. At least in our area, no woman would run into such a deep mountain."

The old hunter nodded, just like he had judged.

The two sides' analysis directions are different, but the results are different.

The old hunter didn't care too much about the accidental discovery of other people's traces. Guo Wenkai became more careful and called the unit to confirm whether there were any hikers who were lost in the mountains.

The garbage that was thrown into the gap was too deep, so I had to wait until tomorrow to find a chance to get them up.

When they returned to the cave, the bonfire had risen inside and smoke was rippling.

Several bamboos were cut into more than thirty knots, and rice, water, meat and mushrooms were stuffed into them, ready to be made into an original bamboo stewed rice.

The wild boar legs and wild boar chops cut off on the way have been peeled and have been preliminarily treated with pepper, white wine and salt. They are placed on a wire mesh to lit the fresh cedar leaves collected. The thick blue smoke rises, and soon wrapped the meat mountain piled up with the meat.

Whether it is a hunter, a villager, or a militia, making bacon is an expert.

The wild boar meat that needs to be smoked is at least 600 kilograms. The weight will be greatly reduced after the water is dried, and it is estimated that only more than 100 kilograms will be left in the end.

A long time ago, someone planted cedars near the entrance of the cave. Over the past few decades, it has become a climate. A small piece of cedars is extremely lush. If you don’t have time to bring the prey back, you can smoke it with cypress leaves to prevent spoilage and deterioration.

More than an hour later, the last ray of sunlight disappeared on the horizon, and a few camping lights lit up, illuminating most of the cave, and the cool mountain wind whistled past the entrance.

The green skin of the bamboo tube, which was pressed into the rocks in the center of the fire, became black and yellow, and the colors were mottled, as if it had changed from bamboo to Xiangfei bamboo. The aroma of the rice meat stewed inside broke through the blockage mouth and spread out in the cave.

The rice that absorbs water and sucks up all the fat of wild boar meat. The mushrooms gather the taste of both and become extremely delicious. The authentic mountain food makes everyone's index fingers move. Even old hunters who often eat this way will never get tired of eating it.

After dinner, the bamboo tube was thrown into the fire and became firewood. Except for the two of them who were still guarding the cypress fire and continuing to smoke wild boar meat and guarding against wild beasts invading the cave, most of them spread out the moisture-proof mats and lie on the ground. After walking for a day, they quickly snored.

Li Bai and Officer Xiao Wang did not sleep. They sat next to the fire, chatting while busying themselves.

Officer Xiao Wang shook the flying stone rope in his hand. He was exhausted from it today. He would never let go if he didn't play it. The villagers nearby who were smoking wild boar meat with cedar leaves looked over from time to time, with a hint of worry in his eyes, for fear that the thing would fly over and smash himself or the wild boar meat.

Today, the young police officer had several problems. Except for the first time he was lucky enough to hit a little wild boar, the others almost hit someone, flew into someone else's backpack, or jumped up a tree and finally hung on the branches. If he weren't agile, he would almost suffer. Now the flying stone rope in his hand is the third one.

Li Bai slowly cut bamboo arrows, and used them to shoot wild boars during the day. The temporary hardened arrow tips were very worn out, and many of them broke into flat heads. They needed to be re-grinded and hardened. According to the loss during the day, at least fifty arrows must be collected to be enough.

The newly-cut arrows are not straight rods as thick as the head and tail like the daytime, but are wider and thicker triangular tips. They are baked until they are dry, soaked in the fat of wild boars, and then slowly grilled. Although the degree of carbonization is lower, the hardness has been greatly improved. If snake venom and toad venom are applied, there will be an additional killing bonus.

A better way is to use bone dysfunction or stone dysfunction. It is best to use metal arrow dysfunction, but the current conditions are obviously not met. There is no obsidian that is most suitable for arrow dysfunction nearby. The remaining wild boar bones have not been processed and are not suitable for arrow dysfunction.

The not-so-sharp hatchet cut iron like mud on Li Bai's hand, and soon finished all the bamboo arrows, leaving a three-foot-long and two-inch-wide bamboo strip.

In order to make bamboo arrows, he specially selected an extremely thick old bamboo, which was nearly an inch thick at the root.

If you want to continue making bamboo arrows, the pheasant feather used as arrow feathers have been used up, and the tailless arrows are difficult to control the accuracy. Li Bai thought about it and began to cut it bit by bit along the bamboo strips. After peeling it for a while, baking it for a while, and applying a thin layer of wild lard oil.

After repeated several times, the originally curved bamboo strips gradually straightened up and became tougher, with thinner sides and right-angled tips at the ends, which eventually became a bamboo sword.
Chapter completed!