Chapter 037: The Wild Boar Family

In the dense woods, the ground is full of deep and shallow footprints, human, but more animal.

The two groups of people who were scattered walked together as they walked, and one of the older ones asked the members of the other team, "You smell it too?"

The man who was questioned nodded, and then said, "It's getting smelly and smelling more and more here, I guess something big is dead, otherwise it would be so stinky." ”

"Let's look for it together, it doesn't feel far away. ”

More than a dozen people touched their sights and scattered around again.

At this moment, Ma Zhan's team was not so idle, and they all looked nervous.

His forehead was covered with a dense row of small beads of sweat, his smooth upper body was cut by branches and leaves, and the lower half of his body was even more miserable, and a pair of good pants was hung out of several large holes.

It's just that he didn't care about these, and the beast that accelerated in a straight line behind him didn't seem to consume physical strength, and it only took more than ten seconds to catch up again.

The horse, who did not dare to get too close to it, could only continue to call his already somewhat disobedient legs, and his brain became less good as he ran, and at least he could no longer keep a group of people around the old headhunter.

"Old headhunter, hurry up. ”

Ma Zhan opened his throat and roared, he didn't have hope for the golden dragon. The old headhunter is his hope, at least he can accurately send a crossbow arrow into the important part of the running wild boar.

If it weren't for that arrow, maybe he would have been caught up by now.

There is a saying about hunting wild boars in the countryside, the first arrow shoots the leg, the second arrow shoots the eye, and the third arrow is the head that kills it.

What Ma Zhan is doing at the moment is what the old headhunter did when he was young.

And the old headhunter father is holding a hunting crossbow just like him at the moment, and there is only prey in his eyes.

The cooperation between the two was not tacit, Ma Zhan ran off, and his arrows did not reach the position he wanted. This situation is not good for the two of them, and the only good news is that there are three hunting crossbows, which make up for some of the shortcomings.

A second round of crossbow arrows was fired, and this time two of them went into the boar's body.

The wild boar that screamed fell to the ground, and rolled several times before he staggered to his feet, I don't know if it was because of the pain or something, and he didn't run, but only moved slightly.

"Old headhunter, I shot, I shot. ”

The golden dragon muttered loudly, excited. At this moment, the old hunter's face was also slightly relieved, because his arrow reached the position he wanted.

The forty-centimeter-long crossbow arrow was only left outside, and it pierced into the boar's thigh with precision.

Several people watched the movements of the old headhunter and silently drew arrows. It's just that by virtue of their youth, they want to be hit by an arrow, and they take a few steps forward.

"Don't move, if you bring the boar here, you will cry. ”

The old headhunter with a good crossbow bolt reminded, but his hand quickly re-entered the shooting state.

Ma Zhan, who was several meters away from the wild boar, didn't dare to breathe at the moment, and he was relieved to look at the two places where blood was constantly flowing.

If you get a leg in the middle, it's easy to do.

The boar, with pain at every step, is bound to lose its speed sharply. The wild boar kept calling and screaming.

The roar like the scene of a pig slaughter is endless.

Ma struggled but was inexplicably flustered, and looked into the distance out of the corner of his eye.

The slightly swaying bushes made him vigilant again. Secretly cursing in his heart, he muttered: "This animal will not be able to ask for help." ”

Almost instinctively, the horse struggled to climb up a tree.

As he moved, the third wave of arrows arrived, and the immovable boar ate four full of them, none of which missed, the only difference was the position and depth.

The howling boar finally fell to the ground, and it twitched slightly, but it could no longer make a sound.

The horses that climbed the trees struggled but were not excited, for the movement of the bushes in the distance grew louder and louder.

"Old headhunter, hurry up the tree. ”

"Golden Dragon, you guys hurry up and get the old hunter to the tree, and another wild boar is coming. ”

Ma Zhan couldn't see the movement under the bushes, but he knew that something must be coming, and there were a lot of them.

The inexperienced few people were still stunned, and the lame old hunter had already understood the meaning of the horse's struggle, and he limped towards a tree that was neither thick nor thin, but he could not go up because of his legs and feet.

His body sank slightly, and just as he was about to hit the ground, several hands rested on his back and buttocks.

"Old headhunter, you hurry up. ”

The reacting golden dragon roared repeatedly, Xu was nervous and scared, and there was a hint of blame between his words.

There are many people and great strength, and four young men under twenty people hold up the old headhunter. Their hands were raised above their heads, and their eyes looked around with some nervousness.

"I'm alright, you bunnies, and hide in the trees. ”

The voice sounded, and their hands instantly lost their pressure. The Jin Long shook their slightly trembling hands and said, "Quick, I seem to see something, hurry up." ”

After saying that, he couldn't care about his colleagues anymore, grabbed a tree that was neither thick nor thin, and climbed up.

The movement is very fast, and he climbed more than two meters high in three or two clicks.

The rest of the guys are not bad at speed, but they are strong at climbing trees if they are not accurate, and it is shameful that they can't climb trees and dig birds' nests in the countryside.

There was a faint tremor in the dense mountain forest, and a herd of wild boars roared towards them, large and small, with no less than twenty of them.

Such a scene of splashing a little dust made several people hang on the branches, including the old headhunter, there was a trace of fear in their hearts, if it wasn't for Ma Zhan's timely reminder, their group of people would have to confess one or two. Thinking of this, he glanced in the direction of the horse's struggle, and shouted: "Struggle, are you okay?" ”

"It's alright, old headhunter, what about you?"

"A few rabbit cubs are in my sight, safe, but I guess we will only be in the tree for a short time. ”

"Call them for help. ”

Ma Zhan roared and put a cigarette on his dry lips. After two sharp puffs, he exhaled a large circle of smoke, and then roared loudly into the sky.

The sound was quickly transmitted, and it also attracted the attention of several wild boars, and for a moment the two voices converged. Ma Zhan, who roared a few times, pinched his throat, then took a puff of cigarette and threw away the cigarette butt and untied the hunting crossbow on his waist.

"Grandma, I'll give you two arrows to taste. ”

The horse, skilful with arrows, struggled to take aim at the largest boar and closest to him.

Without the murderous heart, the horse struggles and doesn't care about three, seven, twenty-one, where it is easy to shoot, it goes.

As if receiving an order, several wild boars began to hit the tree where the horse struggled, and the horse struggled not to be in a hurry, so he kept giving arrows with a wild boar.

He had no reason not to believe that this trunk of more than 20 centimeters would not be able to withstand the movements of these wild boars.

On the other side of the mountain stream, everyone who heard the call was slightly stunned, and then ran in the direction of the sound source as agreed.

But two groups of people did not move, because they were frightened by the mess in front of them, a yellow thing fell in the center, mosquitoes flew everywhere, and a foul smell came to their nostrils.

"The tiger is dead?"