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As they slowly advanced into the forest, small animals gradually appeared in their field of vision.

The two hunting dogs were well-trained and did not say a word. Tang Gang glanced at them a few times, but showed no intention of hitting them. Maybe they wanted to kill a big one.

Tang Zhitong followed behind Tang Gang, tugging silently.

There were many squirrel nests in the trees, but due to the season, there were not many nuts stored in them. Tang Zhitong looked down on the pitiful rations and did not start gathering them.

In addition to pine cones and honeycombs, Tang Zhitong also picked up some meat dishes. Those pheasants and flying dragons that were not very vigilant were not spared by Tang Zhitong. He planned to make a high-temperature SPA for them later, with onions, ginger, star anise and anise served carefully. That kind of thing.

Forget about the little squirrel, Tang Zhitong just consulted Tang Gang and made a taste ranking of various animals in the deep mountains and forests. The little squirrel was very lucky to be ranked at the back.

Overall, the rewards from this trip up the mountain are pretty good.

Near noon, Tang Gang waved to Tang Zhitong, obviously discovering something.

Tang Gang wanted to signal to his younger brother, but when he realized that Tang Zhitong couldn't understand, he could only point in the direction and whisper in his ear: "Did you see that? There is a group of pheasants there."

"Brother, otherwise the hunting dogs will get it. Let's take this thing on the road. Will the smell of blood attract the big guys?" Tang Zhitong looked at the two dogs with wildly wagging tails, obviously impatient but restrained, so suggested.

"I seem to be hunting one." Tang Zhitong looked around, pointed to a relatively flat place and said, "Brother, let's go sit there?"

The two hunting dogs were very conscious and placed the pheasant at their feet. Then they both took a step back and squatted on the ground, sticking out their tongues and "hissing, hissing" to dissipate heat.

"Shall I pour water for you to wash your hands?" Tang Zhitong didn't defend himself. After Tang Gang had finished cleaning up, he unscrewed the kettle lid and said.

"Wait." Tang Gang whistled, and the two hunting dogs rushed over quickly, while he loaded another bullet into the gun to keep it filled with bullets.

"It looks like 80 to 100 meters away. At five o'clock in the morning and five o'clock in the evening, if you see a white ring, don't loose your eyes. If there is a white ring on the rooster's neck, look for the white ring." Tang Gang reminded.

"You are quite willing. How difficult is it to eat meat now? There are only so many small things around here. They can't feed the big guys. Don't worry." Tang Gang obviously disagreed with Tang Zhitong's words, but his men still showed mercy. What little space there was was given to hunting dogs.

"Wait, let me wipe the hands first." Tang Gang grabbed a handful of fine soil on the ground, rubbed it on his hands a few times, and repeated this several times before letting Tang Zhitong slowly pour water and rinse it.

"Oh, I saw it." The white ring on the pheasant's neck was like a white scarf, which was very conspicuous. Under Tang Gang's prompt, Tang Zhitong finally found the target, quietly raised the muzzle of the gun, and asked: "Hit?"

Tang Zhitong did not need to reload, he kept aiming and fired two more shots, but he knew that the latter two shots were not fired.

The two brothers sat down and drank some water, and then the two hunting dogs came back with pheasants in their mouths. There were obviously three of them, but they were all mutilated, and the white scarves were gone.

Tang Gang did not give up. He quickly pulled the bolt to eject the cartridge case, then quickly took aim and fired again.

"Come on, brother, smoke a cigarette." Tang Zhitong screwed on the kettle lid again and took out the cigarette. The two of them were busy rushing to the next couple's room all morning without resting at all.

The two hunting dogs knew that dinner was about to begin, so they got up and followed them in unison. Tang Zhitong also put down his bags, held his gun, and sat with his back against the big tree to rest.

"Where is it? I didn't see it." Tang Zhitong glanced in the direction pointed by Tang Gang, and also turned on the space detection. Nothing was found, indicating that the pheasant was sixty meters away.

Immediately, the chickens flew up and fled from the direction of the gunfire, as if their nest had exploded.

After hearing this, Tang Zhitong immediately raised his gun, cocked the safety and took aim. When Tang Gang quietly counted to three, they both pulled the trigger.

"It's not bad to hit one. The distance is not close." Tang Gang nodded and walked towards where Tang Zhitong pointed.

"Brother's shooting skills are really accurate!" Tang Zhitong extended his thumb and expressed sincere admiration. The female pheasants were smaller in stature. Tang Gang also hit two of them, and one of them was a moving target.

"You shoot the one with the white circle. I'll count to three and shoot together." Tang Gang nodded, pulled the bolt and took aim.

"Haha, you'll get better with more practice. You can do it if you practice. You sit down for a while and I'll clean it up." Tang Gang scratched his head, unloaded his bag, took out his knife, picked up the pheasant, and walked down the wind. Take a few steps, squat down and pack it up.

"The next pair of rooms is not far away. Let's rest there today and then go back tomorrow. Once we get to the pair of rooms, you can start practicing Mosin Nagant." Tang Gang smoked a cigarette. Pointing in the direction of the opposite ovary, he said to Tang Zhitong.

"Okay, let's follow the arrangements, big brother." When he first arrived, Tang Zhitong definitely had to follow the arrangements, but at the same time, he still didn't want Tang Gang to hit the pine cone on the way back.

"When we go back tomorrow, we can shoot freely along the way. Don't you want to change bullets? If you hit a chicken or a rabbit, the bullet will be yours." Tang Gang joked with his brother.

"Then I will definitely be able to get this bullet." Tang Zhitong was full of confidence. With the cheating device in hand, he would definitely be able to "hit" the prey.

"Haha, I'm sure I can get it." Tang Gang shoved the cigarette butt into the soil, but in his heart he planned to help catch some prey on the return trip so that his brother could get what he wanted.

"Brother, shall we eat?" After traveling all morning, Tang Zhitong was a little hungry. After speaking, he turned around and glanced at the hunting dog. He had already eaten all the food and was lying behind the two of them, with his back to them. People are alert, and the main thing is to be sensible.

"Okay, let's eat less stuff first, let's eat meat at night." Tang Gang opened his bag, took out the pickles, handed one to Tang Zhitong, and started to eat.

Tang Zhitong also ate a lot this time. This person is just a cheap man. No matter how rich his life is, he will eat whatever he wants when he is hungry.

After eating most of the steamed bun, something suddenly fell on Tang Zhitong's head. It didn't hurt, but he was startled.

Tang Zhitong looked down and saw that it was a pine nut. Before he even looked up, the little squirrel on the tree started squeaking.

"Hey, this little guy hit me with pine nuts! He's so brave!" Tang Zhitong was happy. This was the first time he was hit by a squirrel in his life.

"This thing holds a grudge. It's possible that you look a lot like the person who offended it." Tang Gang also followed suit. The little thing has no lethality, so he just watched it for fun.

"Does this thing look at people the same way people look at them? They all look the same, right?" Tang Zhitong thought for a while, and he didn't offend the squirrel, right? Last time I exchanged stones for pine nuts, but not in front of the little squirrel?

"Who knows how squirrels remember people?" Tang Gang thought the same thing, at least to himself, the squirrels all looked the same.

"Resign yourself to bad luck." Tang Zhitong scratched his head and continued eating his lunch, not caring about the little squirrel.

When the little squirrel saw that Tang Zhitong didn't respond, he was unhappy and threw a pine cone on Tang Zhitong's head.

Thanks to the little squirrel's weak strength, the pine cone used was not big, otherwise it would be impossible to know how big a bag it would hit on Tang Zhitong's head. This time it hurt more than before. Tang Zhitong looked at the pine cone on the ground and was speechless, while Tang Gang laughed unkindly, stuffed the remaining steamed bun into his mouth, touched the guy, and said vaguely: "I'll help you get revenge."

The little guy was not stupid. When he saw the gun, he immediately got into the hole and hid.

"Forget it, forget it, it's not worth competing with this thing." Tang Zhitong advised when he saw the squirrel hiding in the tree hole. There is food in the tree hole, and you can hide in it for a whole day, but you can't waste it here.

"Then let's go?" Tang Gang swallowed the steamed bread and saw that Tang Zhitong had finished eating, so he suggested.

"Let's go, let's go now. I still don't believe it. This little thing can still follow?" After Tang Zhitong finished speaking, he took the lead to put the luggage on his shoulders.

Tang Zhitong said so, but how could he let this little thing off like this? I don't have any blood feud with it, but it teases me several times. My uncle can bear it, but my aunt can't stand it either!
While Tang Gang bent down to tie the picked chicken together with a rope, Tang Zhitong used the space to pull out the little squirrel and threw it five meters in front of the two hunting dogs.

The little squirrel stood on the ground in a daze. Just now, he was calmly laughing at the two-legged beast at home. Why was he suddenly on the ground?
Seeing the two hunting dogs standing up with their mouths wide open, the little squirrel immediately ran away and climbed up the nearest tree.

"Why did this little thing get down?" Tang Gang packed up the chicken and before he put the bag on his shoulders, he heard the movement and raised his head.

"Maybe you think this kind of rat life is more exciting." Tang Zhitong said nonsense.

The sky cleared up and the rain stopped. After climbing up the tree, the little squirrel felt that he was okay again and stood on the branch squeaking crookedly.

Seeing that this guy didn't have enough memory, Tang Zhitong took advantage of Tang Gang's turn to turn his backpack, picked it up, and dropped it from two meters in the air at a fixed point five meters behind the dog's butt.

The hunting dog turned around immediately when he heard the noise, but the little squirrel fell unprepared and immediately got up and ran for his life in the distance, shouting: Mom, help! I'm going to be sent to see my great-grandmother!
The little squirrel, which had been punished twice, finally learned its lesson this time. After climbing up the tree, it ran away without stopping and disappeared from Tang Zhitong's sight in a few jumps. This time it was finally free.

"It's running pretty fast." Tang Gang obviously heard the heart-rending cry of the little squirrel. After putting his bag on his back, he took a look and didn't realize at all that it was his brother next to him who was acting like a monster to take revenge on the squirrel.

"Maybe it's because I'm afraid of being pointed at a gun." Tang Zhitong joked.

"Don't worry about it, let's go. We'll be there in about two hours." Tang Gang packed up, whistled to summon the hunting dog back, and headed directly to the next pair of rooms.

Maybe it was the influence of the shot fired just now, or maybe it was someone else scanning this line. During the rest of the way, the two brothers didn't find any more prey.

When he was approaching the opposite ovary, Tang Gang stopped in front of a dead tree.

"You keep an eye on it while I chop some pine trees." Tang Gang put down his bag and told Tang Zhitong, then he took out his ax and started chopping down the roots of the dead tree.

Tang Zhitong has heard of Song Mingzi, also known as "Northern Agarwood", which many literary and toy enthusiasts use to carve bead plates.

Tang Zhitong is not good at this, but he has a friend who makes it, and there are all kinds of weird things. It seems that anything with a bit of fame can be turned into beads and sold.

Tang Gang stopped chopping for a while, put his luggage back on his back, and continued walking forward with the cut piece of pine Mingzi.

"Brother, why are you cutting this thing?" Tang Zhitong didn't know what was going on, but he felt that Tang Gang was definitely not using it to turn beads.

"Be a torch and save some candles for you." Tang Gang said matter-of-factly.

"Can this thing be used as a torch?" Tang Zhitong was surprised and asked curiously.

"Song Mingzi was originally used to make fires and torches. It ignites easily and is not easily blown out. When you get to the opposite room later, you can try it a little bit." Tang Gang pointed to the opposite room in front of him, where the roof could already be seen. Zifang said.

"Okay!" Tang Zhitong agreed happily. For him, this trip to the mountains not only picked up some things, but also learned a lot of knowledge that he didn't usually use.

The two brothers came to the opposite room, put down their things, smoked cigarettes and rested for a while.

The pheasants they had shot had not yet been plucked. After finishing smoking, Tang Gang carried the guy on his back and carried a bucket to fetch water.

"Brother, let's go back in tomorrow?" Tang Zhitong saw that there was no firewood in the ovary, so he held an ax and pretended to cut firewood, and suggested again before going out.

Tang Zhitong was not greedy and wanted to get more mountain goods, but he simply didn't want Tang Gang to risk climbing a tree.

"Just the two of us? I don't dare to take you any further. It's too risky. I can't explain anything if something happens." Tang Gang rejected his brother's request without thinking. He thought the same as Tang Zhitong, and he couldn't let his brother be in danger. .

The reason why Tang Gang dared to bring Tang Zhitong here was because he was familiar with this mountain forest. The mountain patrol team had roughly cleared this hilltop before, but it had not been cleared specifically before, so the risk increased significantly.

Even though the two of them walked for two days, actually looking at the map, they didn't go very far.

Because of the ups and downs of the mountains and the difficulty of walking on the mountain roads, after two days of driving, we only reached the foot of the third mountain on the side of the forest farm.

"Okay, okay. I'll chop some firewood." Tang Zhitong still couldn't persuade him, so he sighed in his heart and walked out with his axe.

"If you carry this guy on your back, this area will not be as clean as yesterday." Tang Gang reminded.

"Okay." Tang Zhitong nodded, turned around and entered the house with five or six on his back.

After Tang Zhitong went out, Tang Gang patted a hunting dog on the head and pointed at Tang Zhitong. After the hunting dog followed his younger brother, he closed the door to the ovary and then took another hunting dog to the river to fetch water.

Tang Zhitong actually had no intention of chopping firewood, holding the ax was just for show. Yesterday evening and all the way here today, he kept plucking dead branches and broken wood into the space.

After walking more than a hundred meters, Tang Zhitong leaned against a big tree, lit another cigarette, and smoked slowly.

After smoking a cigarette, Tang Zhitong slowly pulled out a rabbit from the space.

Although it can't stop Tangshan Iron and Steel from climbing trees and picking pine towers, it can fulfill its inner promise last night and eat rabbits!
The hunting dog next to him looked confused. Where did the rabbit come from? ?
Considering that rabbits may not squat honestly in front of hunting dogs, Tang Zhitong took out a rope and tied the rabbit to a small tree. Then, regardless of the rabbit's struggle, he walked ten meters away, picked up five or six halves, and shone it on the rabbit's head. Just one shot.

Afterwards, Tang Zhitong shouldered his gun, put the ax in his waist, stepped forward and untied the rope, grabbed the rabbit's tail with one hand, and a branch that had just been pulled out of the space with the other, and strode back.

The hunting dog tilted its head and looked at Tang Zhitong's sexy moves. It barked twice before following him back.

(End of this chapter)