Chapter 7: Rescuing in the Remote Mountains, an Unexpected Encounter with a Cannon Basket

Renascido nos anos 70: Despertando o sistema a partir da caça Marquês Lu Jun 2483 words 2026-08-05 04:02:11

They ultimately did not retrieve the bullhorn bow from Huzi’s house, but they did bring out two bows from his grandfather’s place—one heavy draw bow and one crossbow. Su Yu took the bow, and Huzi took the crossbow.

“Yu, can you handle this? This is a heavy draw bow. Even my grandfather can’t pull it anymore; only my dad still uses it.”

Su Yu said nothing and pulled hard. Although he couldn’t draw it fully, pulling it halfway was no problem.

“Not bad, it’ll do.”

It wasn’t that Su Yu liked to show off by choosing the bow over the crossbow. The crossbow might deliver greater power, but loading it was quite troublesome, while the bow had no such drawback. Since this was all about gaining experience and skill points, he naturally wanted to train in one go rather than practicing with the crossbow first and then the bow later. It was better to take it slow and steady.

“Alright then, let’s go. If we leave any later, we won’t make it back in time.”

The two shouldered their gear and hurried toward the mountain.

“Gousheng said there have been bear sightings nearby, but who knows if that’s true.”

“Gousheng’s always talking nonsense and exaggerating. Do you really believe him? Don’t scare yourself. Let’s move on. We’ll cross this mountain and check out Swan Lake.”

Swan Lake referred to a reed marsh near the mountain. Because of its proximity to the mountain, animals often came there to drink. The name Swan Lake wasn’t without reason—during migration season, it was a sanctuary for swans. Even without swans, the place never lacked wild ducks or fish, making it a prime hunting ground.

However, this reed marsh sat in a basin surrounded by mountains. Meltwater from the peaks and rainfall all drained there, so it was a swampy and dangerous place. On top of that, reaching it required climbing over a small hill, which was quite exhausting. Few people ventured there regularly.

Near Sanshui Bay, the mountains varied. The usual hunting grounds were a large mountain, while the small hill on the way to Swan Lake was little known outside locals. Only they knew the winding path.

“Ah, Swan Lake? Are you craving duck eggs?”

Besides fish, Swan Lake was most abundant in duck eggs, but frequent deaths from people getting stuck in the swamp meant even villagers dared not tread there lightly.

“Duck eggs? Look at what I’m carrying—does this look like I’m here to gather duck eggs?”

Su Yu was carrying the bows taken from his grandfather’s home. Hearing this, Huzi understood.

“Yu, you’re planning to shoot some wild ducks?”

“Now that you know, hurry up. Swan Lake isn’t close. If we don’t make it back, don’t blame me when your dad beats you.”

Huzi chuckled. The two shared a tacit understanding—when they were kids, they often blamed each other for mischief, but the elders already saw through it. Su Yu’s remark was just to lighten the mood.

“Bang! Bang, bang!”

“What’s that noise? Sounds like gunfire.”

The two had planned to quickly cut through the woods, climb the hill, and enter Swan Lake, but before leaving the forest, they heard gunshots from the left.

“The intervals are a bit long; no mistake, that’s an old musket.”

Unlike rifles, the old musket required loading gunpowder and scrap iron. Steel balls were an option but too expensive for common folk, so they used crushed iron instead.

Even experienced hunters took at least thirty seconds to reload after firing. Three shots had just sounded, and from the timing, it was clearly an old musket.

“Yu, what do we do? Could it be villagers? Should we check it out?”

Experienced hunters knew the old musket’s rule: after firing, you had to run. Unless you couldn’t escape, there was rarely a second shot. The short interval between shots suggested the shooter quickly reloaded, indicating trouble.

“There are lots of wild boars here. Maybe someone ran into a boar herd. Let’s go see. If it’s someone from our village, we can’t just ignore it.”

It was just a guess and might not be bad news, so they agreed to investigate, pulling out their bows and cautiously jogging forward. Before reaching the spot, they heard dogs barking.

“Big one. Be careful.”

Hunters could gauge the size of prey from the hunting dogs’ barks. These dogs sounded alarmed and urgent, clearly confronting a large animal.

“I’ll go first. If it’s too much, you don’t have to help me—just run, got it?”

“What nonsense! I, Huzi Su, would never abandon my brother. Let’s hurry to help.”

Huzi stepped forward first, and Su Yu followed closely to watch his back.

“Yu, look! There’s someone lying there.”

Following Huzi’s point, they saw a man lying on a large rock, his chest rising and falling faintly, but blood pooled beneath him.

“Don’t just stare—check what’s going on. The dogs are only barking, not advancing. It must be a big one.”

“You don’t understand. They’re protecting their master, not afraid to attack. See that black dog? It just charged forward.”

Huzi’s grandfather was a hunter and owned hunting dogs, so he knew more than Su Yu.

“Enough talk. Let’s go check before it’s too late.”

Su Yu sharpened his focus, gripping the heavy draw bow with an arrow nocked, unwilling to break his aim, and approached the injured man cautiously.

Huzi did the same, holding his crossbow at the ready, eyes scanning every direction as he stepped forward slowly, wary of any sudden movement in the grass.

“Sir, are you okay?”

Su Yu reached the man and checked his breath—still alive, but with a deep wound across his abdomen, blood flowing freely.

“Damn, it’s a boar. Yu, be careful.”

The so-called “boar” was a massive male wild boar, known for its huge size and distinctive testicles resembling two peaches. These males often weighed around 400 pounds and ran as fast as a jeep. A single charge could be devastating.

Huzi’s momentary glimpse of the boar, driven by the dogs, had shaken him. Even if the boar was in a tree, it could break branches easily; trees as thick as bowls were no match for it.

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