The two gunshots in a row made Cha Wenbin completely unable to sit still, the sound was very loud, not the sound of the old farmer's gun yesterday, he got up and prepared to go over with Dashan to have a look. When I stood up, I saw a black thing suddenly flash in front of me, and in the blink of an eye, I got into the forest inside.

The light of the fire was red, and the ground not far away was sprinkled with blood, and needless to say, it should have been the same thing they had just hit.

After a while, two "hunters" with guns followed the bloodstains, and they were so eager to pursue their prey that they didn't even have time to greet Cha Wenbin.

"Stop!"

Chaozi waved the clay gun in his hand and shouted, "I'll talk about it later, damn, I don't believe I can still run!" ”

Cha Wenbin's face changed, and he shouted: "I'll let you stop!" ”

Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong were also stunned by this drink, Cha Wenbin has never been interested in this kind of thing, why did he change his face.

"What did you hit?"

Chaozi pointed to the blood stains on the ground and said, "I didn't see it clearly, isn't this chasing, I was shot, and I can't run far." ”

"Black lynx, you dare to fight too?" "What's that?"

Cha Wenbin was so angry that he had nothing to say: "If you don't even know anything, you will fight!" Sooner or later, you're going to have to be ruined by your ignorant character! ”

Just as the thing flashed by, the pair of green eyes and Cha Wenbin were facing each other. Then the firelight, Cha Wenbin saw the black thing clearly, and that thing had a name called "Lynx"! It is very similar in shape to a cat, but it is much larger than a cat, and is known for its cunning and ferocity compared to a leopard.

This animal rarely comes into contact with people, and generally lives in the deep mountains and old forests, and experienced hunters will definitely walk around when they encounter lynxes. This thing is very vindictive, and in the sixties of the last century we had a bloody case caused by a lynx.

In the sixties of the last century, we had a serious locust plague there, and in late autumn, seeing that the rice was ready to be harvested, we didn't want to have no straw left in the fields after a locust plague. It just so happened that three years of natural disasters in that year, and there was a widespread famine throughout the country, and there was no money to buy food. After the shortage of food, the farmers who relied on the mountains to eat the mountains dug up the wild vegetables and began to dig up the bark, but the winter of that year also came very early, and after a heavy snowfall, there was not even a single colored thing in the mountains and fields.

The severe shortage of food made people have no way out, and the secretary of the brigade at that time organized the hunters in the village to start hunting in the mountains, which was a last resort. The northwest of Zhejiang is a mountainous area, the mountains are high and the forests are dense, and the snow season is equivalent to closing the mountain, because the mountain roads are covered with snow, and one foot in the air is death. Therefore, no one wants to go into the mountains when the height of the snow line exceeds the middle of the mountain, and hunger forces people to take risks, because the most common animal in the northwest of Zhejiang is the wild boar, which is especially suitable for playing in snowy days, and the footprints will betray the direction they are in.

The snow was so deep that I heard from my grandfather that the snow in our yard was thigh-deep. There are many people involved in the hunting, and those who have the strength have to go, because each village is fighting the idea of that little thing, and the wild boar will not have the concept of a limited boundary, and the hunters need to work together from the eight directions at the foot of the mountain to surround and drive away. The person who didn't have a gun was responsible for shouting, that is, he kept yelling at the mountain, playing a frightening role, and kept locking the pigs on the top of the mountain and then working together to kill.

Not every sortie will be rewarded, and even if there is, the pork family can only divide a little, and it is better to talk than nothing.

Because of that famine, the mortality rate that year was particularly high, and almost every few days there were people who needed to go out for funerals, either dying of disease or starvation, and the living could only look forward to the arrival of spring. It was too normal for someone to die that year, find a place to dig a pit, bury it, bury it, whoever can have more food can set up a banquet, it is all solved in this way.

When someone found that the grave bag that had just been buried in their house had been opened, all kinds of rumors came out, and the grave bags that had been opened were all newly buried, and the corpses inside were basically hollowed out. Because people are so thin, there is no meat on their bodies at all, only a handful of skin and bones are left, and people will be desperate when they are hungry to a certain extent, and when the hunting dogs used for hunting are slaughtered and eaten, then they will almost eat human flesh. As a result, rumors began to spread that someone had begun to eat human flesh, and that graves were being dug up every day, and that it was originally a famine, and if this continued, the people's hearts would be in turmoil.

The secretary of that brigade participated in the War of Resistance Against Japan, and later was wounded during the War of Liberation, with a broken finger, and after liberation, he was restored and became a cadre. In order to stabilize people's hearts, he took a group of militiamen to guard the grave, and it turned out that he was really guarded, and it turned out that a lynx did it.

There has always been a legend of a big cat in the mountainous areas of northwest Zhejiang, people who have seen it are seen in the old forest, that thing has a pair of long ears, and there are horns on the ears, the speed is extremely fast, and some people have seen it kill wild boars.

It was night, and the snow was white as it had been, and several new graves were covered in snow. In the moonlight, the mud splashed behind a large cat with a pattern of patterns, and three powder guns rang out at the same time, but it finally escaped. The next day, a hunt on an unprecedented scale began, targeting the lynx.

The places where the lynx is active are all remote mountain forests, which are far more difficult than hunting pigs, and these things are nocturnal, hidden in the rocky crevices and cliffs between the forests during the day, and it is difficult to find. They were also bloodstained that time, and the lynx was wounded, and it was hit in one of the hind legs. Two days later, it was spotted, and the wounded lynx was hiding in a pine tree, and it was not bloody, and there was absolutely no trace of it. I don't know how many shots were fired, but when the huge "cat" was carried down, the people who vented their anger skinned it and nailed it to the walls of the people's commune, and its meat was boiled in a cauldron.

That night, overnight, three families were attacked with children, all of whom had their necks bitten off by unknown objects. The next day, three more families were attacked, and because of the precautions, this time only one was badly killed, the other was injured, and the one who managed to repel it was my grandfather.

My grandfather saw it with his own eyes, and it was a big black cat that had broken through the window and was about to open its mouth to my infant father. My grandfather was a militiaman, and the family had a Hanyang building, and when my grandfather saw the cat enter the house, he picked up his gun and hit it, and the bullet was said to have passed against my father's scalp and pierced the cradle where he slept.

The black lynx was frightened and turned away, and the grandfather chased it out for two miles, but could not get to its fur. The next day, the big guys knew that it was the same kind of thing that came to take revenge, and the old man in the village said that the lynx was a refined thing, humane, and smarter than the yellow skin, and almost all of our generation with children fled to relatives in other places with their children in their arms.

The village party secretary began to take people to round up the black lynx, a few days passed, the shadow of the lynx was not seen, and the New Year was about to be celebrated. This village party secretary is also a ruthless character, he thought of a way, he took his own daughter back from his mother-in-law, and let his wife cry through the sky. That night, he called a large group of people to ambush in his yard, and in the cold winter, he threw his little girl who was waiting to be fed in the snow to make her cry.

When the boy was about to die of tears, the black lynx finally reappeared, and circled around his daughter. The lynx is a very cunning thing, it knows that as long as it is next to the child, no one will dare to shoot, and everyone is afraid of hurting people, my grandfather was so anxious that he thought that he almost killed his own child with his own hands when he shot my father.

The lynx is just consuming with people, it is here to seek revenge. In the same way, in the face of a lynx that already has four human lives, people will not let it go. The village party secretary had been in the army, bold and careful, he climbed on the roof of his house, and suddenly threw down the skin of the lynx that had been peeled from above, and the black lynx was indeed fooled and sniffed his companion, and at this moment, a gunshot rang out.

To say that these villagers are definitely not good marksmanship, but it is a full twenty guns, what kind of earthen shotgun Hanyang made 38 big covers together with the fire, and the snow is full of bullets. In this formation, the black lynx grabbed the fur of its companion and ran out, and finally it was found that a black tail had been left at the scene, which had been interrupted.

The tail is the balancer of the feline, and the cat that loses its tail is equivalent to being wasted, and the lynx that loses its tail has also never come out to harm people. Later, this tail came into the hands of Ma Sufeng Ma Zhenren, and he used a few bottles of good wine to exchange it from the village party secretary, which is rare for people who are Taoist priests.

Lynx, but anyone who understands yin and yang will walk around when they see it, this thing is evil, psychic, especially the black lynx, which is simply a refinement. The teeth of the lynx are also a good thing to ward off evil spirits, it can even be comparable to lightning strikes jujube wood, and it can be used as a decoration to hang on the neck of a child to prevent fright. But the black lynx's tail serves another purpose: the horses use it to hell......