The old man Gao was helpless, and carried the gun, and someone stepped forward and got off the old man's gun, and twisted his hands behind his back like the yak.

"Wang Ba Lamb, you don't distinguish between good and bad people, you just arrest people casually, is there any royal law?" Old man Gao scolded.

These militiamen didn't pay attention to what the old man said at all, and continued to shout to the entrance of the cave: "There are still people inside, raise your hands and come out quickly." ”

Li Gang saw that Yakzi and Old Man Gao came out of the cave, listened to the voices and shouts, and knew that the militia had mistaken them for bad people, he was not afraid, and walked out of the cave with an uneaten chicken leg in his hand.

Someone stepped forward and twisted Li Gang's backhand behind his back.

"And a gun, a knife, where?" The militia questioned the three.

Only then did the three of them realize that it must be the woodcutter who thought they were suspicious and reported it to the local militia.

"That shotgun and knife in the hole, and quite a few things to carry with you." Yakzi told the militia.

"Are there any other accomplices?" The militia snapped.

"I think you look like an accomplice," scolded the old man, "who do you think of us?" Hurry up and let go? ”

Some militiamen went into the hole with torches and confiscated the shotgun, Li Gang's machete, and the belongings of the three men.

No matter how Old Man Gao scolded and how he and Li Gang explained, this group of militiamen just ignored it.

The militia was in a group of four, two twisting one, two armed guards, and escorted the three of them down the mountain.

Not far down the hill is a village and town, and the three of them are escorted into a house in the town office, guarded by a platoon of militiamen with guns.

Old Man Gao, Yakzi and Li Gang had the feeling that a tiger had fallen into Pingyang, and had to be solemnly interrogated by the local militia.

The three of them provided the militia with a letter of introduction, a gun license, and a hunting license, and after some interrogation, they finally lifted the militia's suspicions, and learned that the old man Gao was an old hero of the Anti-Japanese Federation.

The heroes saw each other, cherished each other, talked about the past, quite intersecting, the two heroes were in tears, and the scenes made the standing militia all moved.

There is a saying that the mountains do not turn the water, and the water does not turn the people, but I didn't expect that the heroes met again in this way.

The three of them were arranged to live in the town guest house, and in the evening, they were warmly received by the old Anti-Japanese Federation and the local armed forces.

Early in the morning of the second day, the old heroes said goodbye to each other, and the three of them followed the route of the locals and embarked on a journey to the Horqin grassland.

Further west from Tazi Mountain is a vast plain with occasional hills and woodlands. It has already snowed here twice, and as far as the eye can see, it is white and expansive, and it is deserted for dozens of miles.

The three of them sat on the bicycle for a while, and walked without the bicycle on foot.

Along the way, the trio hunted as they went, and harvested five pheasants and a hare. Halfway through the inn to rest for the night, the prey is entangled, and the innkeeper is very entertaining.

On the fourth day, they got up early and set off, and the three of them went straight to the Jelimu League (now Tongliao City). As he walked, he suddenly found two prey on a hillside on the side of the road.

Old man Gao had heard that there were wild yellow sheep in this place, and it was estimated that these two were undoubted.

"Stinky boy, the opportunity has come, the three of us will split up," the old man Gao explained, "Remember, don't hit the head of the prey, aim and then hit." ”

"What if the prey comes to me?" Li Gang asked.

"You go around to the back, just stop it, don't let it run back." Old man Gao commanded.

The three of them were excited, gearing up and hunting separately.

Poor two yellow sheep are surrounded on the hill, not knowing that the end has come.

The three of them were wearing sheep jackets, slowly approaching the yellow sheep, getting closer and closer, the angle of the yak was just at the head of a yellow sheep, and the old man Gao signaled the yak to aim and shoot.

Half-squatting on the snow, raising his gun to aim, his hands trembling, he finally pulled the trigger.

"Phew!"

I saw a yellow sheep fall to the ground, and the other yellow sheep fled in a hurry. The yellow sheep that fell to the ground struggled to escape for its life, and the other yellow sheep ran in the direction of the old man.

"Phew! Bang! ”

The old man Gao fired two shots in a row at the fleeing yellow sheep, only to see the yellow sheep fall to the ground in response.

Yakzi and Li Gang had already chased after the first yellow sheep who was shot, and after chasing, Li Gang suddenly stepped into the air.

"Help!" Li Gang shouted.

When he heard it clearly, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and turned around to look for Li Gang, but there was no one.

"Gangzi, where are you?" Yakzi shouted.

I shouted a few times, but there was no response.

The old man heard the cries of the pig, carrying the prey, and also walked this way.

"Shout what? What's wrong? Old man Gao asked.

"Li Gang is gone." He said as he searched.

After searching for a long time, he found a trap and looked down, Li Gang showed his head, and his head was covered with weeds, branches, and snow.

"Gangzi, are you alright?" He asked anxiously.

"Ahem, ahem......"

Li Gang made a dry coughing sound.

At this time, Old Man Gao also came to the edge of the trap.

"How did this unlucky guy fall here?" Old man Gao commanded, "Stinky boy, stick the gun in and see if you can pull him up." ”

Thinking the same thing, he quickly stood firm and handed the gun into the trap.

Li Gang took off his gloves and tied the machete to the gun, he grabbed the barrel of the gun, climbed the trap wall, and was dragged up by the yak with great difficulty.

At this time, Li Gang was embarrassed, covered with weeds, not to mention, his face and neck were scratched by branches in many places, especially the root of his ears, which was dropped by his own machete, cutting a wound more than an inch long, and blood flowed.

There are many good things, and Li Gang's accidental injury swept away the excitement and excitement when the three of them hit their prey.

The wound at the base of Li Gang's ear, which was more than an inch long, was bleeding nonstop, and the bleeding had to be stopped immediately.

Injuries in the wild are common for people in the mountains, and they can often find good medicine to stop bleeding as soon as they turn around.

The weather was cold, so he lit a fire on the spot, baked a small kettle, and cleaned Li Gang's wounds with salt water.

Old man Gao looked around and said, "This kid deserves this catastrophe, and this hemostatic medicine has been prepared for him a long time ago." ”

It turned out that the old man Gao saw that not far away was the grass bushes, and there were dry pu sticks in the grass, and the fluff and powder of this thing were natural medicine for stopping bleeding.

The old man Gao went to get back a few pu sticks with his own hands, and a tuft of madder grass was exposed on the snow next to him, this thing is commonly known as blood sorrow, and it is a good thing to stop bleeding, but the leaves of the madder have withered and are useless this season, and the old man Gao came back to take a machete and dug out the grass roots.

With these two things, it is more than enough to stop the bleeding at the base of Li Gang's ear.

The mullet shook the orange powder of the pu stick directly onto Li Gang's wound, and then mashed the washed madder root and applied it to the wound.

The bleeding quickly stopped, and Li Gang was so depressed that he used a dogskin hat to protect the base of his ears and fidgeted.

The old man disembowels the prey on the spot and removes the stomach.

He went to look for the wounded yellow sheep, went far away, and finally found the prey.

The mulch carried the prey back, and the old man Gao looked at it and praised him: "Stinky boy, good look, right in the braincase." ”

Yakzi also went to see the old man's one, one shot on the head of the yellow sheep, one shot on the hind legs, he could hit wherever he wanted to hit the prey running, he had to admire the old man Gao's marksmanship.

The two prey were processed, each prey was forty pounds, the old man Gao was old, Li Gang was not afraid of injury, insisted on carrying the prey with the yak, the three of them continued to hurry, and finally walked to the Zhelimu League before dark.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and a touch of sunset makes this small city inhabited by many ethnic groups extraordinarily clear. The streets are full of people, mostly Mongolian and Han Chinese, and there is no language barrier, and they can understand what they say.

The three of them were about to find a small hotel to stay in, and when they were inquiring, someone fell in love with two prey and came forward to ask if they were for sale.

Someone is willing to buy, of course they have to sell. I saw the old man Gao and the tall man dressed as Mongolian, with two hands in their sleeves, bargaining for a while, and finally, the two prey were sold for forty yuan.

Forty yuan is a lot, and you can't eat and live for a day.

The three of them first found a hotel to live in, and the barn accompanied Li Gang to find a clinic to bandage the wound, poor Li Gang, the wound at the root of the ear was stitched with more than ten stitches.

In the evening, the three of them went to a tavern and asked for a pot of local stuffed donkeys and a pot of hand-handled mutton.

Good food can't be enjoyed alone, so the old man Gao ordered the yakzi to go out and greet two Mongolian men. The two Mongolian men were flattered, and several of them drank until they had their hearts.

During the banquet, the two Mongolian men were not sure, but they said that they would help to inquire.

The next day, two Mongolian men inquired about the accurate news.

It turns out that there are not many herders raising dairy cows in the entire Inner Mongolia grassland. Cows originated in Europe, and were introduced from Russia to the grasslands of Inner Mongolia at the end of the Qing Dynasty, and herders raised cows sporadically, mainly to feed newborn lambs and calves with milk.

However, the two Mongolian men said that there are herds of cattle and sheep on the Horqin grassland, a hundred miles away from the Zhelimu League, and it should not be a problem to buy a few cows.

The three of them did not dare to set off rashly, and asked some local people, and the news they got was generally the same, and it was determined that cows could be bought at the pasture hundreds of miles away.

The two Mongolian men were real people, and when they heard that the three of them wanted a pasture a hundred miles away, they specially brought a few fast horses to escort and lead the way.

Rely on your parents at home and your friends when you go out. With two Mongolian friends, the three of them set off at dawn on the third day, and they came to the Baili Erqin grassland before noon.

From a distance, the vast grassland is full of horses, cattle and sheep, and there are several yurts scattered on the pasture, which is particularly eye-catching.

Have friends come from afar? After being introduced by two Mongolian friends, the group was warmly welcomed by the herdsmen brothers.

An Uncle Amur, who could speak Chinese, was even more hospitable, and specially slaughtered a sheep to entertain guests from afar.