Hunter of the Forbidden Region

Chapter 30: Jingle bells

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The scar-faced man untied the Qin crossbow from his back, but he was not in a hurry to load the crossbow.

He continued to raise his head, looking at the eagle above.

The eagle in the sky looks not much bigger than a black spot.

When the other five strong men saw the scar-faced man taking down the crossbow to shoot the eagle, they were also eager to try, and touched the guns slung on their bodies.

However, they still have a good idea of their marksmanship.

At this distance, the only one who can guarantee not to lose face with a single shot is the man with the scarred face.

"Boss, why don't you do it?" one of the strong men asked.

"Boy, I'll teach you how to do it." The scar-faced man said lightly, "Don't look at the eagle as if it flies slowly. First figure out how it flies, then you won’t be able to hit it.”

"The eagle in the sky is not just flying casually, how can you know how it flies?" asked the strong man.

The scar-faced man didn't reply, and continued to look up for a while.

Then, he put the Qin crossbow in his hand on the ground, stepped on the bowstring of the crossbow with both feet, grasped the arm of the crossbow with both hands and lifted it, with a "click", the crossbow was wound. Then he drew a two-finger-thick crossbow bolt from his back and installed it in the crossbow slot.

The scar-faced man raised his head, raised the giant Qin crossbow in his hand, and pulled the trigger almost without aiming.

With a bang, the two-finger-thick crossbow shot into the sky.

Looking from the ground, the other five strong men felt that the crossbow bolt was as fast as lightning at first, and they were almost caught off guard.

When the eyes caught it, they found that it had slowed down, and its rising speed was getting slower and slower.

Moreover, the position of this crossbow arrow is quite far from the eagle in the sky. According to the eagle's current flying method, it can't hit with eight poles.

The five strong men looked up, feeling that this shot was about to fail, and they were already thinking about how to comfort the scar-faced man.

This guy has a bad temper, and he will kill if he is in a hurry.

Under the effect of gravity, the upward momentum of this crossbow arrow became slower and slower, and gradually began to wobble.

Seeing that the castration was over, the arrow began to tremble and was about to fall down.

But at this time, the eagle in the sky flapped its wings and made a big turn.

There was a cry of an eagle, and the eagle was shot right through!

The five strong men looked up at all this, feeling a strange feeling in their hearts.

The eagle was flying well, and there was nothing wrong with it at first, but at the last moment, it made a turn, as if it had found a crossbow arrow and hit it.

"Boss, you are really a god!"

"Boss, how do you know this eagle will turn the corner at last?"

The scar-faced man didn't answer, he threw Qin Nu to the side and stretched out his hand: "Gun!"

The eagle in the sky is already falling down, but above the eagle, there is another bird!

The bird flew so high that it looked like a small black dot.

It was originally flying above the eagle, but when it saw the eagle was killed, it immediately climbed up, and now it was farther away from the ground.

The strong man beside him quickly handed the gun to the scar-faced man.

This is an AWM with a silencer, a British product, tough and simple in appearance, and is one of the best sniper rifles in terms of power and accuracy.

The scar-faced man raised the gun to the sky. The AWM, which originally required a bracket to launch, was held as firmly as Mount Tai with only two arms.

Unlike firing the Qin crossbow before, this time he aimed carefully before pulling the trigger.

AWM muzzle flashes, even with a silencer, it still sounds shocking!

In the sky, a group of black feathers exploded.

"jingle"

"jingle"

In the mountains of the Outer Xing'an Mountains, there were bursts of bells ringing.

This bell is tied under the neck of a gray donkey. As the donkey walks on the mountain path, it shakes from side to side, crisp and melodious.

If the sound of the bell is heard by the mountain people here, they will definitely be overjoyed.

It is a blessing to meet the envoy of the Dragon King in the mountains.

The mountain people here lived in the south more than 70 years ago, and they were farmers born and raised in the north.

Most of the peasants who fled at that time chose to go inside the pass. There are also such a small group of people who choose to go north, cross over, enter Russia, and stop here.

I can't go any further north, because there is permafrost any further north, people can't survive, so they can only settle down here.

At that time, not many people could escape here, but after seventy years of reproduction, they finally took root here.

Today, in the vast mountains of the Outer Xing'an Mountains, there are twenty-six villages scattered here and there.

These villages vary in size, and the smallest has hundreds of people.

The mountain people have been here for more than 70 years, and the Dragon King Festival has gradually become a tradition here.

There is no fixed day for the Dragon King Sacrifice, not because the mountain people here have no established rules for this big day, but because the Dragon King Sacrifice can only be presided over by the Dragon King Messenger himself.

Every year in August and September, the envoys of the Dragon King began to wander around the Outer Xing'an Mountains, just like lighting lamps, going from village to village to host the Dragon King Sacrifice.

It will take more than a month to visit all twenty-six villages.

But no matter how you go, the Dragon King Festival can only be carried out one by one, and the order is a problem. Almost every village wants to hold the Dragon King Festival first, so that they feel better luck.

Considering the needs of the mountain people, the envoy of the Dragon King can only change the route once a year, so as to ensure that the rain and dew are as even as possible.

There is no mobile phone here, so it is inconvenient to contact.

Therefore, in August and September every year, this kind of bell will ring out in the mountains of the Outer Xing'an Mountains.

If the mountain people heard it while hunting and chopping firewood in the mountains, they would go up to greet them, and the envoy of the Dragon King would tell them the route for this year.

The news spread, and when the envoy of the Dragon King arrived slowly, the village was ready in advance.

"jingle"

"jingle"

The sound of bells echoed among the mountains.

The old man in black followed behind the gray donkey, walking at a leisurely pace.

As he walked, the old man muttered: "Grey donkey, gray donkey, it's better for you. You drink mountain spring water and eat good beans. Look at your coat, it's shiny. Look at me again, I look haggard and skinny, this mountain road makes me dizzy."

"What, you said I can ride up to save some energy?"

"Oh, no, what if someone sees you?"

"Hunters are capable of selling. Our branch, although it was not good enough in the past, is now sold poorly."

"Even if you are a donkey, I can only offer you as a master."

"I also have to keep talking to you to make people think you understand."

"People are so close to each other, if I can't do everything, who will believe me? Don't you think so?"

"Actually, you donkey is very stupid, far from our Dragon King."

"I can't blame you. How many years have you practiced?"

"Hey, stop talking, I'm exhausted, take a break."

The old man led the donkey, tied it to a tree, and sat down on the ground by himself, panting heavily:

"It's such a busy day, I can't get enough to eat."

The old man took out a leather water bag from his waist, raised his head and took a sip of water, rinsed his mouth with his mouth in his mouth, and then reluctantly swallowed it.

At this moment, there was a sudden cry of eagles in the distance.

The old man looked along the voice, his expression tightened involuntarily.

An eagle was shot down.

Immediately afterwards, the old man saw a higher sky, and a small black dot also fell down.

The little black dot fell rapidly in the air, and the old man quickly saw clearly that it was a black starling.

The starling bird was spinning in the air and just fell on the tree where the old man tied the donkey.

This is a decades-old aspen tree, which is tall and dense. The bird bumped back and forth between the branches and leaves of the tree, and finally planted its head in front of the old man.

The old man quickly looked at the donkey beside him. Fortunately, the donkey was not shocked.

Looking back at the bird carefully again, the old man's expression became serious.

This bird, he has an impression.

In Longxinggou before, he was blocked by a group of people, and the leader was a young man of the Lin family.

This young man has the true biography of the Lin family, so it's not easy to mess with.

But after all, he was too young, so he fooled around and got away with it. At that time, he even gave the Lin family a piece of information.

At that time, the old man was rambling on and on, but in fact he had been watching and listening to all directions, thinking about how to get out if it didn't work out.

As a result, he found a mynah parked on a nearby tree.

He was very impressed with that starling, because he had never seen it before in the Outer Xing'an Mountains, and it was beautiful, and it was most likely born of the Lin family.

And the starling in front of him should be that one. The golden hair on its head is unmistakable.

The old man stretched out his hand and hugged the starling bird.

With a heartbeat, still alive.

I checked my body again, and found that my belly was black and all the hair had been scalded off.

"A gunshot wound." The old man muttered, "Fortunately, it didn't hit directly, and it passed."

At this time, in the northeast direction of the old man, the leaves rustled.

The old man didn't need to look at all, he knew that someone didn't take the mountain path, but directly climbed over the mountain with a machete.

Listen to the movement, there is more than one person.

"Hey, is there still someone hunting down your bird?"

The old man glanced at the starling in his hand, and whispered to himself.

He hesitated for a moment, then seemed to have made up his mind, and put the starling into his arms.

The old man walked up to his donkey, bent down and untied the bell hanging from the donkey's neck, wrapped it in cotton cloth and put it in the bag, then untied the donkey's bridle, and jumped onto the donkey lightly.

"drive!"

The gray donkey froze for a moment, but didn't move.

It had never been ridden by an old man in its life, so it was a little dazed for a moment.

"Oh, you are really my ancestor!"

After saying something in a low voice, the old man turned around and slapped the gray donkey's ass.

The gray donkey suffered from pain and finally began to trot all the way.

"Run faster, run faster..."

While bouncing on the gray donkey, the old man said, "Donkey ancestor, it depends on you whether we can make a living in the future."