86_86624After completing the formalities, the four of them carried a gun and entered the gate of the hunting ground.

Not far from the gate of the hunting ground, there is a shooting range where a shooting instructor is waiting, and according to the regulations, those who come here for the first time to hunt must be trained in shooting.

Although the shooting training was unnecessary for Mo Rufeng and Mo Huaiwen, they still participated in accordance with the procedure. The training is mainly in two parts, one is to explain safety knowledge, including the prevention of misfire, to prevent accidental injury, the coach tirelessly emphasized that the prey must be accurately judged before shooting, in case of accidental injury to others. The other part is shooting knowledge and live-fire practice. After seeing Mo Rufeng and Mo Huaiwen skillfully operated, the coach directly asked the two to shoot the target.

Mo Rufeng stared for a moment, raised his gun, and with two crisp sounds, he easily hit the ten rings.

Mo Huaiwen raised the gun casually and hit the ten rings as well.

Feng Zixiong applauded, "The two are really sharpshooters, worthy of being the proud sons of the former army!" ”

So the coach focused on Zhuang Xiaoyue and corrected her movements hand in hand. About half an hour later, Zhuang Xiaoyue also completed the live firing, one bullet hit two rings, and one bullet hit three rings, but he finally hit.

After the shooting training, the hunt officially begins.

The four men followed the mountain path for about a quarter of an hour before parting and following the four roads upward, planning to rendezvous at the top of the mountain, where the prey might also be driven to the top.

Like the wind climbs along the hillside.

Even though it's winter, evergreen trees such as pines and cypresses in the mountains are still full of life. There is still snow in the shade, and the snow has animal claw marks on it.

All the way up and down, up and down, about twenty minutes later, Mo Rufeng's eyes suddenly opened up, and a flat land unfolded in front of him.

The flat area is not large, about the size of half a basketball court.

Mo Rufeng walked to the edge of the flat ground, where there was a large raised rock. He climbed to the stone and looked down, only to see that there was an almost vertical cliff below, and more than 20 meters down the cliff was Huaxi. Perhaps the river is low-lying, and the stream is very slow here, and you can't hear the sound of the stream rushing on the platform.

From a distance, the stream is dark green, indicating that the stream is very deep.

When Mo was tired of climbing, he opened his clothes and sat down on a boulder to rest.

A few fluffy squirrels are jumping around the trees. Mo Rufeng picked up the gun, opened the safe, and aimed at a larger squirrel. The squirrel ate a pine nut with relish, unaware that danger was approaching.

Mo Rufeng hesitated for a moment, and easily opened his finger on the trigger.

Mo Rufeng held the gun in his arms, half lying on the boulder, and looked at the squirrel with interest.

Suddenly, the squirrel that had been eating pine nuts with great interest threw away the pine nuts and made a long jump. Could it be that some beast has appeared? Mo Rufeng grabbed his gun and looked under the tree, but saw the withered grass shaking in the wind, and there was no shadow of a wild beast.

At this moment, Mo Rufeng heard a crisp metal crash in the wind.

Familiar with this kind of sound, this is a gun? The sound of a firing pin hitting a bullet's primer!

Mo Rufeng instinctively rolled to the side, and at the same time, the sound of gunfire came, and the bullet grazed his scalp and shot at the boulder, making a crisp "bang" sound, and the stone chips flew everywhere.

"It's me!" Mo Rufeng shouted, he guessed who took him for a beast and shot him.

A shadow like a light smoke fluttered behind the dead grass, like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye no one could be seen again.

The dead grass in winter is sparse and sparse, and it is not impossible to hide anything. But there's nothing to be seen there!

Is it really daytime?

Just when Mo Rufeng was puzzled, the crisp impact sound came again, and Mo Rufeng rolled forward with a fish jump, and jumped two steps to the side again.

His feet had barely left where they had come from when bullets grazed his trousers and landed on the rocks behind him, sending out a trail of sparks.

The problem is not what he imagined, it was not a miscalculation! The other party wants to put himself to death!

Mo like the wind rolling at the same time, the gun? The branch has reached forward.

His feet were already on the edge of the cliff.

He quickly ascertained the situation, which was extremely unfavorable to him, and he came out of the edge of an open flat field, without any shelter in front of him, with enemies in front and cliffs behind. And, for some reason, the attacker turned out to be like a ghost, and he could only occasionally see a shadow like a light smoke. If he continues to be entangled, he will be killed by the other party sooner or later!

Or, a dead end is also a way to live.

The gunfire rang out again.

Without hesitation, he flipped backwards and jumped off the platform.

Bullets flew past his face, and the hot wind brought by the bullets made his face ache.

Mo Rufeng's body fell rapidly in the air, but his heart did not panic in the slightest. He even felt like it was a long-awaited skydive, just like he had done countless times before, except that this time, he didn't have a bag on his back.

The wind was whistling in my ears.

He calmly put the gun? The branch stretched out upwards and fired two shots at the boulder where he had just sat on! He saw that the bullets he had fired had smashed the boulder into stone chips.

His body continued to fall sharply, and the shadows of the trees slashed past him.

The muzzle of his gun continued to erupt flames, bullets grazing the edge of the platform he had just sat on.

He still didn't see where the enemy was, and he shot only to prevent the enemy from occupying a favorable position and continuing to shoot at him.

After completing a series of shots, he threw the shotgun straight up.

At the same time, he shrank suddenly, his body flipped in the air, and the coat that his hands had taken off from his coat had been withdrawn.

At this moment, the dark green water surface rushes to the face!

"Wow!" The water splashed and he fell into the deep pool.

The moment his body fell into the water, his head came out of his coat, which he took off completely.

When his body stopped sinking, he opened his eyes.

The sunlight penetrated through the water, and his eyes were bright, and the waves of water he stirred up when he entered the water were still turbulent, and the sunlight under the water swayed with the waves.

At this time, he saw a long strip of something sinking from above, and he didn't need to look closely, he also knew that it was his shotgun, and when he separated from the gun, he gave the shotgun an upward force, and the shotgun would fall slower than himself, so of course it would enter the water later than himself.

When the shotgun also happened to sink to Mo Rufeng's side, he gently stretched out his hand and grasped the barrel of the gun steadily.

Then he held his breath, slowly exerted his hands and feet, and swam underwater towards the cliff, and when he swam close to the cliff, he gently surfaced.

He let out a long breath.

It's a dead end, and the attacker's bullets can't hit it.

The coat he had thrown away floated on the surface of the water, and with the undulation of the waves, two bullets from a high place hit it one after the other, splashing high.

"It's not that easy to plot against me!" , he said coldly.

Who, exactly, is shooting, though?