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Chapter 115 113. Burning Guns (Friends who are qualified, support me, 5/10)

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    The big wild boar's eyesight seemed to be not very good. After it walked out of the forest, it didn't look at the guys holding spears on the other side. It walked to the river with a "humming hum", lowered its head and started to drink water, revealing a thick and long mane.  hair.

    This is a good opportunity. Hunting wild beasts is not a duel between cowboys. There is no need to say hello and the need will be solved quickly. Paul clenched his right hand and made a gesture. Everyone fell silent and watched him hold up the Mosin-Nagant in his hand.

    The spring water and snow water of Mount Kanbar flow down from the mountain. The river gradually becomes narrower, and the water gradually becomes more rapid, and then converges into the ocean.

    Nelson happened to take everyone to the widest part of the river halfway up the mountain. The river surface was close to six or seven meters. Everyone was wearing camouflage uniforms and there was no sound. The wild boar was not aware of the presence of several gods of death.

    Qin Shiou raised the AK-47. Nelson slowly pressed down the muzzle of the gun with his hand and whispered: "Use the Mosin Nagant. The muzzle of the AK vibrates too much. Even if you can kill the pig, it will turn into rotten meat in the end."  .¡±

    Paul was half-kneeling on the ground, holding the trigger with his right hand, and holding the muzzle of the gun steadily with his left hand. His eyes, front sight, and boar's head were three points in line. He looked very pretty.

    Qin Shiou thought he would shoot the pig through the eye into the plot of the movie. As a result, Paul pulled the trigger, and there was a crisp and loud sound, and the bullet grazed the wild boar's head and entered its neck!

    This shot was not fatal. The wild boar howled in pain after being shot. Now it could spot the people on the other side.

    I saw the wild boar staring with its big fierce eyes, its four strong and powerful legs digging into the ground as it was about to rush over from the river, its two brown and yellow fangs raised high, like two bayonets!

    "Shit!" Everyone yelled together. Angry wild boar is not fun. They didn't care about eating roasted wild boar. They backed away and raised their guns.

    At this time, a ray of silver light flashed across the river. The wild boar had just taken two steps, and its vigorous steps suddenly staggered. It ran crookedly in the river for seven or eight steps, and plunged into the middle of the river.

    Directly above the wild boar¡¯s head, the tail feathers of a three-edged sharp arrow were shaking violently. Only half a meter of the one-meter-long sharp arrow was left outside, and the rest had not entered the wild boar¡¯s head!

    Qin Shiou lowered his bow and let out a breath. Everyone looked at him in shock, and then the bearded man screamed: "Oh, God, my baby!"

    The ak-47 was casually thrown on the river beach by Qin Shiou. At the critical moment, he threw away the gun and took off the pulley bow on his back. He picked up an arrow and shot through it with a hundred steps.

    From throwing the gun to catching the bow to drawing out the arrow and finally shooting, it only took him less than two seconds, and no one could see clearly. Looking back now, they were immediately shocked by his explosive power.

    "Oliver Queen? Hawkeye?" Paul asked in surprise.

    Quinn is the Green Arrow, and Hawkeye has a greater background. He is the number one archery master in the Avengers. He can fight against the heroes with just a pulley bow.

    Five or six people went down to the river, shouting and dragging, and finally managed to drag the fat wild boar ashore.

    Someone went to pull out the arrow from the wild boar's forehead, but even after struggling to pull it out, the group was even more surprised. How powerful was Qin Shiou's arrow just now?

    The sharp arrow penetrated the wild boar's cerebellum and brainstem, so it was unable to maintain balance and died quickly.

    A young man raised an eyebrow at Paul and said with a smile: "Captain, why is your Mosin Nagant so inferior? Fortunately, Qin can shoot arrows quickly, otherwise we wouldn't be able to eat wild boar meat today."

    Paul smiled awkwardly and said: "I obviously aimed very accurately, but I didn't expect that I missed the shot."

    Nelson was a little speechless. He was holding a sniper version of one of the four famous guns of World War II at a distance of about 20 meters, and he could still miss it?

    Qin Shiou didn¡¯t think this was a big deal. He patted Nelson on the shoulder and whispered: ¡°Not everyone is a sniper of the special forces like you.¡±

    Then I did some research and found that the shot just now was not due to Paul's poor shooting skills. From a distance, the bristles on the wild boar looked like strands. Only when I looked closer did I realize that because it often rubbed and scratched against the maple trees, it was covered in bristles.  It is filled with syrup, so that it usually rolls and crawls into jungle and mountain streams, with thick sand and gravel accumulated on its fur, as if it is wearing a layer of armor.

    The thing on the wild boar¡¯s head was thicker. Paul shot the gun at an angle, hoping to cause as much damage to its head as possible.  As a result, the bullet did not penetrate, just like grazing on the helmet,It flew away and shot into the wild boar's neck.

    But this also reflects from the side how powerful Qin Shiou¡¯s arrow is!

    After shooting the wild boar, lunch was ready, but the problem also came, that is, the skin of the wild boar was difficult to peel.

    The wild boar is different from all wild beasts. Its skin and meat are adhered together. Unlike other animals, the skin only needs to be torn off through the opening.

    Qin Shiou didn't care about this. He went to clean up the largemouth bass. He killed it first, took out the internal organs, then smeared it with a sauce made from pounded onion, garlic and ginger, put it on the grill and started to roast it.

    Nelson was the chef, and others helped. They unloaded a pig hind leg and painstakingly cut off a strip of tender tenderloin. "The pork leg was cut open and grilled, dipped in salt and eaten, and the tenderloin was stewed in soup."

    After climbing the mountain all morning, everyone here had a good appetite. The aroma of grilled fish filled the air first. Paul and others swallowed their saliva, approached Qin Shiou and asked with a shy face: "Man, why is this fish grilled so well?"  fragrant?"

    "Because I used China's secret sauce." Qin Shiou said nonchalantly, concentrating on grilling the fish, constantly brushing oil and sauce on it. The whole seabass was roasted until it was brown, but when he tore open a piece, the meat inside was snow-white.  delicate.

    Nelson smiled and said: "Boss, your grilling skills are better than Shaq's now."

    Qin Shi Ou Niu nodded coaxingly and said: "That guy Shaq can just grill some meat. He's not as good at grilling fish as I am. By the way, what about the pig?"

    "The meat of a purebred wild boar won't taste bad, but it probably won't be much better." Nelson shook his head, "It's quite big. I estimate it weighs more than five hundred pounds."

    One pound is close to one catty, and more than five hundred pounds is about five hundred catties. Thinking about the pigs in China that can grow up to three hundred catties before being sold, this guy is indeed not small.

    Canadians are the same as Americans. They don't like the strong meat of wild boar. What they like is wagyu meat that melts in your mouth like ice cream. In addition, wild boar has a fishy smell if it's not properly processed, so they don't like it.  like to eat.

    ??This is the opposite of the Chinese people. Whether it is cooked to make sauce or dried to make bacon, wild boar is top-notch delicious, and you can eat it with its strong taste!

    After cooking a pot of meat, the group drank some soup and stopped eating. However, Qin Shiou's grilled fish was divided among the guys immediately, and then they ate grilled pork leg instead of grilled fish.

    They ate very carelessly, taking one bite and throwing a piece away, which made Qin Shiou feel distressed.

    Qin Shiou found a big rock to lean on. The lunch box was filled with roasted or cooked wild boar meat. The roast meat was eaten directly with salt, and the wild boar meat was eaten mixed with chili sauce and vinegar. He thought it tasted really good.

    After eating and resting, Paul and others began to fire their guns. The river was vast and uninhabited, so there would be no accidental injuries, so they loaded their bullets and started shooting aimlessly. For a while, the gunshots started to crackle.  The animals that were going to drink from the river were frightened and fled in all directions.

    There was a big guy who also carried an M60A1. He hung up the ammunition belt, aimed at an American white oak tree as thick as a person's arms, pulled the trigger and started shooting wildly.

    It was the first time Qin Shiou saw someone playing with a machine gun, because this thing is basically impossible to buy. Canada has lax gun control, but machine gun management is strict.

    Nelson crossed his arms and looked at it for a while, then said: "His posture is very standard. He is either from the army or a gun shop owner."

    Qin Shiou asked later and found out that this man was indeed a gun shop owner, and he and Nielsen were colleagues in the past.

    Paul and others did not continue climbing the mountain. They were not here to climb the mountain in the first place. They just wanted to find a place to play with guns.  As for shooting a wild boar?  That's a side job. If you encounter someone unlucky, you'll hunt them down. If you don't meet them, you won't look for them.  (A great pie-in-the-sky event, a cool mobile phone is waiting for you! Follow it~ Click on the Chinese official account (add friends on WeChat - add official account - enter qdread) and participate now! Everyone will win a prize, follow now  qdread WeChat public account!) (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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