The next day, the villagers sent off the troupe actors affectionately, and the fat man invited them to send them off, and besides, the two troublemakers were also escorted to the armed forces department of the commune, and the two shotguns were also handed over as stolen goods and trophies. The fat man wanted to keep a handful, but was stopped by Old Man Wu.

The hunting plan was also delayed for a day, and the old man Wu was also a little dissatisfied, and issued a serious warning to the fat man: If you don't go up the mountain tomorrow, you will first practice with the live animals in the deer farm.

The fat man was so frightened that he kept talking: Good guy, with your marksmanship, it is estimated that chickens, geese, deer and musk deer, whether they have two legs or four legs, will not be able to run.

Pack up your things and set off the next day, of course Qiqi has to follow, and the big pigtail also follows in the name of taking care of Uncle Wu, a group of five people, men, women and children, how do you look at it, it doesn't look like going up the mountain to hunt and hunt, if you say that it is about the same as a tourist vacation.

The dog crawled and ploughed out of the village, and in front of it was the endless forest and snow field. After a few snowfalls, the snow on the ground was very thick, and in some places there were already several feet.

However, this snow also has characteristics, after the northwest wind swished, it became stronger and stronger, and the surface condensed into a layer of hard shell, and people could not sink on it.

Of course, this is also for normal people, a guy like a fat man who is overweight is unable to move an inch when he steps on a big pit.

Watching Qiqi and Big Pigtails walking like flying on the snow shell, sprinkling laughter all the way, the fat man was very depressed. If you want to sit on the plow, the rhubarb can't pull it even if they make the **** out, and the fat man will have no way for a while.

Wang Sanpao looked at the fat man with a smile and came up with an idea: "Fat man, if you just lie down and roll forward, you will definitely not be able to fall in." ”

"Hahaha-" Old Man Wu also laughed out loud ungracefully.

The fat man saw that the two old guys were carrying shotguns behind them, and he didn't dare to react too violently: "I can't go, you must remember, don't fight to the death." ”

He was really unwilling in his heart, firstly, he liked the feeling of hunting very much, and on the other hand, he was also worried about whether he could get some fragrant roe deer, sika deer or something, and expand the scale of the deer farm.

It seems that I really have to lose weight, and the desire in the heart of the fat man has never been so strong as it is now.

"I've got it ready for you." Wang Sanpao stopped teasing him, and dragged down a pile of wooden strips from the climbing plow.

"Sled!" The fat man's eyes widened, and he couldn't imagine that there was such an advanced thing in such a backward small mountain village. However, he soon found that the sled he had slipped on before was still slightly different, the whole was made of wooden planks, relatively wide, and there were four small sets on it, the front one was just right to put shoes into, and the other three sides were tied with ropes, and the work was done by tying them to the feet and necks.

Sitting on the ground, the fat man tied the sleigh to his feet, and then saw that Wang Sanpao and Old Man Wu were also busy wearing the sled, and the old man Wu also said: "When the Northeast Anti-Japanese Federation walked in the snow field, it is said that he used this thing, and the speed is the same as flying, and Little Japan is not in a rut." ”

Picking up two hardwood sticks more than one meter long, the front end of the wooden stick is still hoopping a round piece of wood the size of the mouth of the bowl, the fat man stood up and paddled a few times, feeling very light, compared to those sleds of thousands of yuan a pair is not bad at all.

Old man Wu seems to have practiced this as well, and he swished fast, and soon rushed in front of the fat man. Wang Sanpao is not a problem, and he uses it every winter to enter the mountains.

Kiki and Big Pigtail sat on the climbing plow, and the group suddenly increased their speed and rushed towards the snow-covered forest.

The heroic singing of the old man Wu suddenly sounded in front: "Through the forest sea, across the snowfield, angry and angry - express pride, send ambitions, and face the mountains ......"

The fat man couldn't help but turn his head and said to the big pigtail on the plow: "Uncle Wu is not here to hunt, but to express his ambition." ”

The facts are really similar to what the fat man guessed, since the old man Wu entered the forest, he didn't even move his gun, just to see the freshness. Wang Sanpao happily acted as a guide, and sometimes the fat man also mixed a few words, after all, this was the second time he had gone up the mountain.

Looking at the approaching wooden flute house, Wang Sanpao beckoned everyone to stop: "You can't go there empty-handed, there is nothing to eat there, we can't go hungry." ”

After speaking, he put away the sleigh under his feet, and then took the shotgun in his hand, and did the same action as him, as well as the old man Wu: "Third child, you are the master when you come here, we have to listen to you, if you don't say let go of the gun, I won't be able to move, this hand has long been itchy." ”

Wang Sanpao hadn't seen the old man's marksmanship before, but he heard the fat man say that he shot a dogskin hat and scared the two bastards, and he felt a little unconvinced, and he couldn't help but win.

"Brother, shoot a few pheasants first, and then dig out the flying dragon at night."

"Good!" Of course, Old Man Wu will not be frightened.

The fat man looked at the two half-grown old men standing on one side, carrying a shotgun, looking up for the target, and couldn't help but look forward to it: who is good at marksmanship?

A few crisp gunshots rang out, and five or six colorful pheasants fell from the trees. The two old men put away their guns at the same time, and then nodded very confidently, and finally their eyes collided.

The two thin dogs immediately ran up and brought their prey back, and each of them shot exactly three, which was about the same in number. However, the three of Wang San's shots were all one-shot headshots, and the pheasants were already dead before they landed.

And the three that Old Man Wu shot down were all fluttering on their shoulders, obviously not hitting the vital point. The fine dog worked hard for a long time before he got it back, and he was so tired that he stuck out his tongue, and probably had a little complaint in his heart: his marksmanship was too poor.

"It seems that Wang Sanpao is still a step ahead, the old man Wu is good at beating people, and Wang Sanpao is good at hunting, each with his own strengths." The fat man came to the above conclusion.

"The third child, good marksmanship, decades of kung fu." Old man Wu looked at Wang Sanpao approvingly, but he still felt a bit like a master encouraging his subordinates to defeat the general.

"Lao Wu, you are still powerful, you deserve to be the sharpshooter in the army." Wang Sanpao even took the initiative to admit defeat, which made the fat man very puzzled, and couldn't help but carefully look at the three pheasants that the old man Wu had beaten.

Nothing else was hurt, except that the chicken's claws were cut off from the middle, so it's no wonder the pheasants are still alive.

It's really amazing, the pheasant claws are too thin to eat, so I started from here, and there was no injury elsewhere, compared to the three that Wang Sanpao pulled bloodily, they were delicious and good-looking.

The fat man is completely convinced, these two old men are more perverted than the other, fortunately, the murderous spirit in his heart is not big, otherwise the wild animals in the forest may suffer.

After the gunfire died down for a while, the squirrel on the tree that had just been stunned began to scurry again, and instead of screaming, it was probably only now that the fear in his heart was expressed.

Qiqi's little hand suddenly pointed to the tree: "That big squirrel is the worst, he knows how to bully others!" Hmph—"

The fat man looked up, and saw that there was indeed a squirrel with purple-black fur on the tree, and it walked flexibly through the tree, and its fur was smooth and smooth like brocade, so it was particularly conspicuous among a group of squirrels.

Doesn't seem like a squirrel, right? The fat man was a little skeptical.

Suddenly heard Wang Sanpao's low and surprised voice coming: "Sable, I thought this thing was gone!" ”

(The essence is gone, make up for it next week)