sbdcsierra Chapter 420 The Chase of the Staff Was Held with Great Momentum
Chapter 420 The Chase of the Staff Was Held with Great Momentum
Li Ju'an joined Lao Jiang's fox-hunting team, so naturally he had to follow Lao Jiang's arrangements.
This land is on the second hill next to the pasture, very close to the old work area, and next to a water source.
This place used to give Li Ju'an the creeps, because the old work area was surrounded by cemeteries, meaning many graves were buried together in one place. There were mass graves and cemeteries, and next to them were cemeteries with people taking care of them. The ground was full of holes and pits, with many mounds of soil infested with termites, which was quite a sight. There were also quite a few weasels.
Chen Xiangqian felt disgusted and said in a low voice, "Uncle Chen, why don't we find another place to fight instead of this one?"
Lin Yuan Lao Chen was annoyed by his excessive talking, so he waved to Lao Jiang in the distance and called out, "Lao Jiang, this young man, go get your cane."
He hurriedly waved Chen Xiangqian away, urging him to join Lao Jiang's procession.
Chen Xiangqian was still not convinced and mumbled something. Old Chen raised his foot and kicked him in the butt, saying, "Don't wet your pants later."
Chen Xiangqian shouted, "I've even beaten up bears, why would I be afraid of a fox spirit?"
The hunters laughed and said, "You're dreaming, kid. There aren't any fox spirits in the mountains, but there are plenty of vixens, and their smell is awful."
The tiger had found the fox's footprints and was barking loudly ahead, calling for the hunters to come closer.
Li Ju'an and Lao Jiang rushed over with their guns to investigate, only to find that the traps they had set at the entrance of the fox's den had yielded nothing. The fox was very clever; it didn't even glance at the bait, showing absolutely no interest. Its footprints didn't even turn, and it carefully avoided the traps as it ran forward.
Old Jiang frowned and said, "Three heads."
"A three-headed fox?"
"A three-headed fox, and a very large one at that."
Old Jiang clasped his hands together, bowed to the sky, and muttered, "Mountain God, please grant our request. We're just passing by, so we'll hunt a few foxes to take back with us. We hope you'll agree. We kowtow to you."
He led several elderly hunters and they knelt down to kowtow to the mountain god. After three kowtows, it was unclear whether the mountain god had agreed, but Old Jiang turned to Li Ju'an with a smile and said, "We can catch it now. The fox spirit won't cause trouble. The mountain god has agreed."
Li Ju'an also bowed to the sky, picked up his gun, and ran after the hunting dog.
Ahead, the tiger, leading its hunting dogs, was driving the fox towards the hunters' encirclement. It was a long and arduous journey. The tiger, with its distinctive white ears, was extremely clever and adept at intercepting the fox.
The fox tried to escape along other mountain paths, but Hua Er rushed out and barked loudly, driving the fox back to the right path.
Old Jiang fired a shot at the fox's rump. The first shot startled the fox, and they scattered in all directions. Each hunter carrying a willow branch ran and shouted as they went.
The driving force consisted of three men, a formidable force, each howling and urging the fox on. Old Jiang's shot hit a fox in the hind leg.
This red fox had mixed fur, and after its hind leg was injured, it could only limp forward. Despite having only three legs, it could still run very fast.
Li Ju'an shouted, "Big Tiger, chase!"
The hunting dogs charged forward at full speed, barking and sprinting after their prey. Chen Xiangqian pulled out his binoculars and peered through, muttering, "They run incredibly fast on three legs, like they're taking off."
Who would have thought that a three-legged fox could run faster than a four-legged hunting dog?
Little Cannon was the bravest dog, so angry that its ears stood up. It charged forward with all four of its strong legs, determined to catch the fox in its mouth. But Little Cannon couldn't outrun the three-legged fox.
Chen Xiangqian grinned and said, "This dog isn't very good either."
Hunters were chasing after it, and Little Cannon seemed to know that the hunters were pointing at it, so it ran even faster on all fours in a defiant manner.
The three-legged fox tilted its head back and let out a cry.
The fox's call is unique and eerie. If it happens to be a dark night with a strong wind, and a hunter hears the fox's call, especially in the old work area of the graveyard, goosebumps will erupt all over his body.
The other two uninjured foxes, upon hearing their companion's call, suddenly slowed down and ran alongside it, displaying great teamwork and running very fast.
All the hunters who saw it exclaimed in shock: "This thing is a demon!"
"It really is a fox spirit, it can even run away from here."
"A fox spirit that has become a demon, can do this?"
The hunter had spent most of his life hunting in the mountains, and this was the first time he had ever seen foxes helping each other. He even saw two uninjured foxes, and one of them, hopping along on three legs, ran nimbly.
Old Jiang cursed, raised the gun to his face, and continued aiming. He glanced at it and saw the fox disappear from his line of sight. He turned up the hillside.
He shouted excitedly, "They're up! They're all up!"
The hunter, urging his staff along, shouted, "The fox is almost there, it's gone, it's gone!"
Upon hearing this, the people blocking the way knew that the fox was about to arrive.
Old Chen, who was waiting in ambush, was already prepared and excited, his blood boiling, and he couldn't wait to get to work.
Four or five hunters, who were lying in wait, covered their clothes and fur hats with white tarpaulins and hid themselves well. Under the cover of the white tarpaulins, they blended into the white snow, and from a distance, it was impossible to tell that there were people hiding there.
Several men, positioned sixty meters apart, took cover and got into position. The fox continued running forward, chased after it by men who had formed a semi-circle.
Chen Xiangqian suddenly asked, "Uncle Jiang, this area is all graveyards. What if a fox runs into its den?"
Old Jiang was busy catching the cane, and was about to join the people blocking the way, so he had no time to answer him.
The hunter beside him shouted, "Kid, stop babbling. There's not much to say, just get to work."
Chen Xiangqian was still unconvinced and said, "With so many people hunting foxes, how many foxes can they possibly catch?"
The hunter said, "It depends on luck. If you're lucky, you might get a dozen or more. If you're unlucky, you might not get a single one."
Chen Xiangqian clicked his tongue in amazement, thinking to himself, "So many people mobilized, and they still can't hit a single one? What a waste! Did the foxes all get away?"
By this time, the fox had already run up the hillside where the battle was taking place.
The hunters at the first position began firing their guns.
Bang! A fierce gunshot rang out, followed by the sound of gunfire, which terrified the three foxes.
Old Chen, the forest ranger who had been lying in ambush, shouted excitedly, "When we get to a position, we move to that position one at a time, don't make a mess of things. These three foxes are ours now."
All the hunters who had been waiting in the fray gained confidence, excitedly pulled back the bolts of their guns, and waited to shoot the fox in the head.
They exclaimed excitedly, "Of course! We're already up the hillside, how could the Great Fox Spirit escape?"
"You can't say things like that, Xiao Xu. What fox spirit? It's just prey that the mountain god has given us permission to kill."
Several hunters' eyes gleamed as they watched the fox, which appeared to have been captured.
Suddenly, the three-legged, lame fox swayed and disappeared from the hunters' sight.