PNB Chapter 224 The Big Lone Boar's Skull Is Really Hard
Chapter 224 The Big Lone Boar's Skull Is Really Hard
Li Ju'an heard the barking of the hunting dogs in the distance subside and soon fall silent. He knew that the dogs were still fighting with the large, lone boar, their mouths locked tightly around the boar's ears, neck, throat, and hind legs, too busy barking to do anything else. But no matter how quiet it was, there was always one dog barking.
He was about to give chase when he heard a dog bark—it was Iron Hammer. He was secretly pleased; that was exactly what he wanted.
Lu Zhiqiang used his Type 54 pistol to fire shot after shot at the pig's ear. He emptied an entire magazine, but the pig was still howling angrily, struggling even more violently in pain.
Big Tiger was pouncing on Big Boar's back, tearing at its neck with its teeth. Big Boar, in pain, violently shook its head, throwing four or five hunting dogs off. Big Tiger couldn't hold on either, its body swaying, almost being shaken off.
Big Tiger rolled his eyes at him, giving him a disdainful look: What do you want? You're useless at everything, but you're number one in share distribution.
Lu Zhiqiang was provoked by Da Hu's gaze and shouted angrily, calling on Lu Jinyang to shoot at the big lone pig together.
Lu Jinyang was holding a Ugly Type 35 revolver, set to automatic fire. The Ugly Type 35 revolver was powerful in close combat, but its accuracy was poor, so it needed to be mounted on an object for stability.
Lu Jinyang found a bluestone slab, held his gun up, and fired repeatedly at the large lone boar. His accuracy was worse than Lu Zhiqiang's; several shots hit the boar's back, piercing through its mud-covered armor. The large lone boar struggled and thrashed in pain, throwing all the hunting dogs to the ground.
Now things were really bad. Blood was gushing from the back of the enraged lone boar, and the intense pain from the wound had made it even more furious. A wounded wild boar is more dangerous than an uninjured one.
The big boar aimed at the hunting dogs that were still trying to harass them, and bared its tusks twice. Big Tiger and Flower Ears were very agile and fast, and Little Steel Cannon was standing too close. Just as he was about to be gored by the big boar's tusks, a sound suddenly came from afar.
boom!
Li Ju'an fired from a seated position, while the Mosin-Nagant rifle, 600 meters away, fired in bursts with a scope. The shot hit the large lone pig squarely in the forehead.
The giant boar's skull was incredibly hard. It thrashed back in pain, letting out a piercing scream, but instead of dodging or avoiding, it charged straight at the nearest hunter, trying to vent its anger.
The wild animals are clever; they know the bullets are fired by the hunter. The hunter is more dangerous than the hunting dogs; usually, the dogs arrive first, followed closely by the hunter.
Lu Zhiqiang was closest to the large lone boar. He had just changed his magazine and snapped his gun shut when a pungent, bloody stench assaulted his nostrils. He cursed and rolled away on the snow. The roll pulled his sheepskin coat up, revealing his soft, round belly.
The giant boar fixed its gaze on Lu Zhiqiang's vulnerable waist and abdomen, and menacingly lowered its head, preparing to thrust out its tusks and launch a fierce attack. The long, sharp tusks were extremely razor-sharp; if one were to be pierced through the waist and abdomen, the intestines would spill out onto the ground.
Lu Jinyang called out to him, "Brother!"
Lu Zhiqiang knew perfectly well that the giant pig was coming. In the blink of an eye, he could smell that stench again, but realizing it and reacting to it were two different things. Intense fear made his scalp tingle and his face go cold. As if electrocuted, he raised his Type 54 pistol and fired at the giant pig recklessly.
Bang! Bang!
After firing two shots with his 54mm gun, he realized just how terrifying a heavily wounded wild boar could be at close range. The lone boar neither dodged nor evaded, charging forward with a thunderous roar despite the bullets, its head bowed, its sharp tusks poised to thrust upwards.
Lu Zhiqiang's blood rushed to his head, and he instinctively rolled over on the spot, cursing, "Damn it!"
The big, relentless boar pursued him, and he secretly thought to himself that his intestines were about to be lost. He prayed to his grandfather and grandmother that the boar would just give him a quick knock, send him flying, and that his intestines would spill out—as long as they didn't break. He figured he could just go back to the clinic, stuff them back in, and be a hero again. He just begged the nurse not to stuff them back in backwards. Otherwise, he'd be farting every day, which wouldn't be good.
Rifles fired in the distance, unleashing a burst of firepower.
After firing, Li Ju'an moved his hand upwards, pressing the gun butt down while simultaneously holding the bullet between his middle and ring fingers. He then loaded the bullet into the chamber, closed the gun, and fired another shot at Li Ju'an's face.
The bullets in the magazine were all aimed at the big lone pig's head, firing in bursts at the eyes, below the ears, and the tip of the nose.
The bullet pierced through its nose, and the large lone boar let out an angry howl, its bloodshot eyes blazing as it charged straight at Li Ju'an, who was 600 meters away.
Wild boars are incredibly fast runners, especially when they're enraged and charging. The intense pain drives them to near-madness, covering hundreds of meters in mere seconds as they rapidly approach Li Ju'an. In just a few seconds, the boar's tusks will be right in front of Li Ju'an.
Li Ju'an switched to a gun with a hanging barrel.
He knelt on one knee, firing in a seated position. He aimed at the boar's forehead and fired, his hands moving continuously as he snapped the gun handle open. As he snapped the gun open, another bullet appeared out of thin air between his right middle and ring fingers.
boom! boom! boom!
The wild boar was shot in the nose, leaving a bullet hole between its eyebrows. The closer it got, the more excruciating the pain became. A bullet pierced the wild boar's skull, and the loud gunshot sent a spray of blood gushing from the back of its head.
The mountain beast made almost no sound; its agile limbs were stiff and tense, but the powerful inertia propelled its body forward, causing its large and strong body to fall to the ground.
With a thud, the 700-pound orphan boar collapsed, its limbs still twitching as it lay in the snow. The tremor caused snow to flutter down from the high branches, and even the old crickets in the woods fell silent.
Lu Jinyang shouted loudly, "Lu Zhiqiang, you're asking for trouble, aren't you?"
Lu Zhiqiang was still shaken and lay motionless in the snow, panting heavily. Then he burst into laughter and said, "Such a huge solitary pig! It's bigger than the New Year's pig! We're rich! And there's the 50 yuan reward from the village too!"
This large wild boar looks to weigh over 700 pounds. Although wild boar has less fat, a stronger gamey smell, and a different texture than domestic pigs, it is still real meat.
The two brothers laughed heartily, calling Li Ju'an a sharpshooter.
"Li Ju'an's gun, Lu Zhiqiang's brain, and Sun Weimin's hands are known as the three strange things in our family village."
What Lu Jinyang said was disagreed with by Li Ju'an and Lu Zhiqiang. Lu Zhiqiang argued that Lu Jinyang was very quick-witted, saying that just lying down and rolling around like that would be enough for Lu Jinyang to learn for three to five years. The two, however, had no objection to Sun Weimin's skills. Sun Weimin was a master at shorting bear markets; out of ten trading accounts, nine were empty. Bad luck, bad fortune, truly unlucky.
Uncle Chen called his brothers to help pull the trap. When the three or four burly men from the Chen family arrived, they were all shocked by the enormous size of the solitary boar. They had never seen such a huge solitary boar before.
"What the hell is this?"
"Is it because of this recent outbreak that they've been killing the livestock in our village?"
"It looks creepy, such a big thing? Who made this? Look at these bullet holes, they're all stuck in the skull seams."
The large boar was completely dead, and the Chen family members hurriedly gathered around to take a look. Li Ju'an used a knife to cut the boar's skin off, and only then did everyone see that several 7.62mm bullets were embedded in the boar's skull. Some of the bullets were deformed, but they hadn't penetrated the skull.
Even Uncle Chen shook his head, clicking his tongue in disbelief: "This beast's skull is really hard."