Desert Island Records: PUBG

Chapter 153
The sudden gunshot sounded a bit loud in the quiet forest. Zhou Hui poked his head out from behind a tree and carefully looked in the direction of the gunshot. Wisps of blue smoke slowly floated from the muzzle of the gun.

There was no danger at all, so he came out from behind the trees, walked towards the spear, first checked that there were no cracks on the gun body, and then turned his gaze to the direction the gun was aiming at:
On a thick tree, a bullet hole appeared in the trunk not very clearly.

Taking a closer look, he saw that there was indeed an unclear bullet hole on the trunk, but the inside of the bullet hole was dark. He turned to the other side of the tree and saw row upon row of old bark "born" due to age. It is densely covered on the trunk, and there is no picture of being penetrated by bullets.

Although the bullet did not penetrate the tree, it was simply because the tree was too thick, the bullet could not penetrate the wood, and the tree could not be killed, but it could beat the powerful and ferocious wild predator to the point of bleeding. death.

After testing the sturdiness of the gun body, Zhou Hui untied the vines, and then took the "shotgun" out of the tree, and locked the small mechanism on the gun back, imitating the appearance of holding the gun on TV, with a strange and familiar feeling. With the gun in hand, the muzzle was aimed at the tree, and then he pulled the trigger.

With a "bang", a puff of smoke came out of the muzzle of the gun, Zhou Hui couldn't help taking a step back, and raised the muzzle of the gun.

After firing a shot, Zhou Hui quickly let go of his hand, shook his numb left hand, and looked at the spear in his hand in disbelief.

He had thought that the recoil would be very strong, but he didn't expect the recoil to be so strong that his palms were numb from the shock, and he was lucky that he didn't put it on his eyes just now, so he aimed carefully, otherwise the spear might hit him directly. On the right eye, if not outright blind, it would certainly be bruised for a long time.

The place where the gun was aimed before was still the tree that had been shot with a bullet. After this shot, there was still only one inconspicuous bullet hole in the trunk.

Obviously, he didn't hit it.

For the sake of safety, even if it wasn't a steel plate that could rebound bullets, it was just an ordinary tree, Zhou Hui would stay far away and only fired one shot. The result was that the bullet missed and his gun skills were in a mess.

After trying out the basic functions of the gun, Zhou Hui had no intention of continuing to practice. He threw the gun and the bullets on the protruding front of the wooden house, and went to a place farther away from the wooden house, or directly tore down some vibrant young trees. , thrown into the fire.

Now that he found the iron pot, there is still a spare weapon that can kill almost any wild animal in seconds if he can hit it, so he has only one task today, which is to collect firewood, collect firewood, collect firewood, and make leopard meat good.

Although there is nothing interesting in the current situation on this island, but as for such a quiet and suitable environment, there are some new ideas, so Zhou Hui does not feel boring, but walks in the place where the light is blocked. , in the wide forest covered with a layer of blue and dark shade, listening to the sound of the rushing river, it is fun.

For most of the rest of the day, Zhou Hui didn't rush to find out more things, and there weren't any blind-eyed wild animals to find fault with him, so he passed the first step in the wide forest downhill peacefully. One day, the next day came in the blink of an eye.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhou Hui woke up when it was still dark in the forest. He found another wooden stick, peeled off the bark and washed it in river water. Long hemp rope, plush cloth is wrapped around the head of the wooden stick, and the two are tied tightly with a thin hemp rope, so that a "toothbrush" is made on the spot

Burn some charcoal and stuff it into powder when it cools down, then use a "toothbrush" to brush your teeth by the river. Grab a few non-toxic leaves and throw them into your mouth, chew a piece of straw oar, it will be a refreshing mouth.

After a fresh and good mouth, it is naturally breakfast today, but Zhou Hui doesn't eat much in the morning, because he still believes in the truth that "overeating is bad", not to mention that this is a desert island without a doctor, so even if you eat He was still not full after the meal, and he didn't cook any more meat, sticking to the principle of three meals a day.

Today he didn't take out yesterday's leopard meat to smoke and roast, because the small amount of meat had been smoked and roasted yesterday. The more scattered, the more scattered, the work of smoking and roasting was completed ahead of schedule.

After getting the equipment ready, taking the shotgun, and closing the door of the "new home" wooden house, Zhou Hui walked straight down the river.

Although he is not a fan of firearms, he didn't know what model it was and what kind of long gun it was from the beginning, but this did not prevent him from feeling that the long gun in his hand looked like a shotgun, especially when he held the gun for use. He came to hunt on the island, so in his heart, he already regarded this unknown long gun as a real hunting gun.

At this moment, the direction Zhou Hui was going down along the river was no other place, but the small sandy land and flat forest where he came ashore from the direction of the island.

Of course, neither the sandy land nor the woods are worthy of his nostalgia. If he really missed it, it would be more appropriate to choose the small island he landed for the first time, so he just wanted to go back to that small sandy land and put Bring back that plank.

He picked up the plank from a very ordinary place on this huge island. It saved his life that night. After he went to the island, he put it there because it had no other purpose for the time being. Anyway, the animals would not want it. An inedible, hard board, and now, Zhou Hui wants to get that board back.

This is the same as when he was in distress, drifting hard on the ocean, and finally reached the small island by relying on such a plank, and it is also the same as when he was forced to drift without any direction in the dark sea again a few days ago, maybe When did it work inadvertently?

So, take back what should be taken back, at least, at least this piece of wood really saved my life...

Zhou Hui followed the river all the way down. With the river "guiding the way", he was not afraid of getting lost. If he had the strength and direction, he would soon get lower and lower, and soon arrived at the familiar flat woodland.

Walking through the woodland to the little sandy patch between two huge rocks, the plank was still there, unchanged.

Putting on the plank, he started to return the same way, walked through the flat woods, passed a few relatively large oak trees, ignored the oak tree suddenly sprang out, and looked at his squirrel quietly, Zhou Hui returned with a very calm expression.

Then, he suddenly stopped and stopped not far from the river.

Zhou Hui turned around and looked towards the downstream of the river, and two figures were reflected in his calm eyes.

A figure was lying down. The original color of the body was completely white, but a lot of blood came out from the neck, dyeing the pure white hair red, as if the hair was originally red.

The other figure was standing, standing on the body of a trembling goat that was probably about to die. Its front paws were pressed against the blood-stained hair, so its front paws were dyed red, because only the densely covered pointed The mouth of a tooth can bite open the neck of a goat, so its mouth is also red.

Its front paws and fangs and part of its body were stained red by the blood of its prey. Its hair was light gray mixed with some scorched yellow, and its pupils were cold and ruthless dark gold. Then, Zhou Hui lowered his head slightly, noticing the changes on its head and body. There are some healed scratches and bite marks.

This is a wolf.

It was an old wolf that had been attacked by other wild animals.

Just when he encountered this kind of scene and remained silent all the time, the old wolf who was holding the dying goat suddenly raised his head, staring at Zhou Hui with cold dark golden eyes.

(End of this chapter)