Looking at each other, Glass's gaze was full of suspicion.

An apprentice cobbler who says his gun is incredibly fast, you're sure you're not kidding.

"Where's your gun?"

"It hasn't been sent to me yet, the person in charge of the treasury has gone out, and it is said that he will not be back until the evening."

Glass looked at him quietly, and did not say a word for a long time, as if he wanted to see if he was qualified.

His son Hawke was also watching him, and said that Hawke should be about the same age as William, but because he followed Glass to the north and south, he received a lot of training, and he looked much stronger than William.

"How's his injury?"

Lin Yao glanced at Hawke's legs, only to see that the flesh and blood on it were blurred, and the injuries were obviously very serious.

In 1888, when antibiotics were scarce, and in a desolate place like the Indian Reserve, the cost of injury was not light.

"It's not good, what hurt him was the Indian's trap, which is specially used against large beasts, and can break people's bones at once." Glass sighed: "I gave Hawke medicine, if he doesn't get infected, he will be fine after three or four months of rest, and the infection will be troublesome." ”

Grass's attitude was solemn, the medical equipment in the camp was rudimentary, and there were no doctors in particular.

Sickness is all up to these hunters who have been sick for a long time to solve it by themselves, and what they are most afraid of is wound infection.

Lin Yao went up to take a look and found that Hawke's wound had been simply cleaned and an unknown white ointment had been applied.

He didn't come from medical school, he only knew that keeping the wound clean could effectively prevent infection, and he didn't know anything more.

Glass, an old hunter, had obviously done the above and didn't need any extra reminder.

"You can use Hawke's weapon first, you don't have to expect him to go out until the hunt is over." Glass walked inside the tent, put on his bearskin coat, and handed over the weapon poking into the wooden box.

Lin Yao took it and looked at it, this is an old-fashioned breech gun, if he remembers correctly, the model of this gun is called Sharps 1856, the hunter model.

Before firing, gunpowder and projectiles are stuffed into the muzzle of the gun, and then fired by triggering the flint.

As a result of technological innovations, the gun was completely discontinued in 1862 and replaced by a newer rear-loading rifle.

This is completely an antique gun that is not up to date, out of veterans who participated in the Civil War, it is difficult for normal people to see them.

"This is our weapon?"

Lin Yao held the old man's gun and said unspeakably: "It's at least thirty-five years old, older than me!" What age is it now, even the pistol appeared in 1883, and the early breech-loading rifle was installed in the army in 1856, and we are still using this kind of old man? ”

"How good do you want the weapons provided by the boss? The latest Type 1888 commission rifle costs $368 for a shot, and you think the boss will have that for us? Forget it, that thing is worth more than our lives, and I dare say that if the boss sends it down, the camp will be empty tomorrow morning! ”

Glass's answer was very straightforward, they were all self-recruited hunters who did not need to bring their own weapons, and they used whatever the boss gave them.

If you don't talk about anyone else, it's him, give him a Model 1888 commission rifle, and maybe he will run away with a gun, let alone an ordinary hunter.

The ordinary hunters in the camp have worked hard for three months, that is, the income of 300 US dollars, which is not as valuable as this gun.

"Is there a better weapon in the camp?" Although Lin Yao knew that the possibility was very small, he couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, the boss has a Carcano, a gold version, worth at least $800, do you want it?" Glass's tone paused slightly, and then said: "Gerald also has a Lichfield repeating rifle, which is loaded with five rounds at a time and automatically loads, you can ask him if he will give it to you." ”

Lin Yao was speechless for a while, but he didn't expect Glass to have this kind of humor.

Others say that he doesn't like to talk, and he usually always revolves around his son, and he is not very easy to get along with.

Looking at it now, he is actually cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and he is not as arrogant as he imagined.

"Hawke, take care of yourself, Daddy is going to work."

After assigning the weapon, Glass kissed his son's forehead and led Lin Yao out of the tent.

At this time, it was already seven o'clock in the morning, and most of the hunters had set off.

The camp has a rule for hunters, each person must bring back at least 60 furs per month, and those who do not meet the requirements must be registered, and the hunt will be liquidated after the end of the hunt.

If you don't complete the required tasks, a portion of your paycheck will be deducted, so no one will be lazy in the morning.

Lin Yao and Glass rode horses and marched dozens of miles away.

Their hunting range encompasses an area of hundreds of miles.

This area is said to belong to the Cree of the Indians, a group of thousands of people, which is now considered a large tribe.

They live in protected areas assigned to them and migrate south in the autumn and do not return until spring.

Theoretically, this 1,300-square-kilometre reserve, which is larger than Hong Kong Island, is a game reserve that outsiders are not allowed to enter.

Henry's Fur Company took advantage of the fact that the Cree would migrate south, and secretly came to hunt illegally.

Their hunting range, with the mountains in the north as a barrier, stretches all the way to the south, covering an area of hundreds of square kilometers.

At the moment, the hunting team has been hunting in this direction for half a month, and there is no prey for dozens of miles near the camp.

To get their fur, they had to head further south, where the climate was milder and more deer and beavers lived.

The former, the main material of deerskin boots, and the latter is synonymous with beaver fur hats.

"Where are we going, tracking the deer, or going to the river to find the beavers?"

Riding on a horse, holding an old-fashioned breech gun, Lin Yao asked Glass without looking back while paying attention to his surroundings.

Glass stopped and stopped, leaving marks from time to time, and said without raising his head: "No, we are dealing with two big guys." Yesterday I and Hawke found a black bear with a child here, and it was because we were tracking them that Hawk fell into a trap, and today I am going to kill them to avenge my son. ”

"Two, are you sure you can handle them?"

Lin Yao tightened the weapon in his hand, the black bear is not easy to deal with, even with a more modern repeating gun, it is difficult to guarantee that the black bear will be killed within a few shots.

It's a wood, full of vegetation, and there's no need to think of finding prey within thirty years.

At a distance of thirty meters, it only takes a few seconds for a black bear to attack and reach the target, and the margin for error is very low.

Usually in this case, a smart hunter will choose to back off, and will not choose to go toe-to-toe with a black bear in the woods unless he is very confident in himself.

If you miss it with a few shots, or if you don't kill it, it will come at you and kill you.

"I've got this!"

Glass lifted his leather jacket, revealing a large-caliber pistol underneath.

The Volcano hunting pistol is the name of this weapon.

The volcano represents lethality, and hunting represents its targeting.

Combined, the two are a single-shot, large-caliber pistol designed to hunt large prey.

Great stuff!

Lin Yao knew at a glance that this weapon was not a garbage gift from the boss, but a powerful piece of equipment brought by Glass himself.

According to conservative estimates, the value of this gun will not be less than 250 dollars, which is enough to buy an ordinary war horse outside.

Even with a little extra money, you can buy a Type 1888 commission rifle, which is a classic model, and the level of technology represents the limit of the moment.

Even in the later period of the Anti-Japanese War, the attributes are no less than those made by Hanyang in the Tang Kingdom, and it was rated as one of the best rifles before World War II.