Hunter of the Forbidden Region Chapter 30: jingle bells

The scar-faced man took off the Qin crossbow on his back, but he did not rush on the crossbow arrow.

He continued to raise his head, looking at the eagle above.

The eagle in the sky looks not much bigger than the black spot.

The other five brawny men were also eager to try when they saw the scarred man taking down the crossbow to hit the eagle, and touched the gun that was slung on his body.

But they still know their marksmanship.

At this distance, only the scared man can guarantee that one shot will not be ashamed.

"Boss, why don't you do it yet?" one of the strong men asked.

"Boy, I will teach you a hand." The scarred man said faintly, "Don't look at this eagle as if it is flying slowly, it is an illusion, it is actually very fast. Whether it is a gun or a crossbow, at this distance If you don’t understand how it flies first, you won’t be able to hit it."

"Is the eagle flying in the sky, how can I know how to fly?" the strong man asked.

The Scarfaced Man did not reply, and continued to look up for a while.

Then, he put the Qin crossbow on the ground on his hand, stepped on the bowstring of the crossbow with his feet, grabbed the crossbow arm with both hands and lifted it, "clicking" and stringing the crossbow. He drew a two-fingered crossbow arrow from the back and installed it in the crossbow groove.

The scared man raised his head, raised the giant Qin crossbow in his hand, and pulled the trigger almost without aiming.

With a "bang", the two-fingered crossbow arrow went up into the sky.

The other five strong men looked from the ground, only to feel that the crossbow bolt was as fast as lightning at first, almost caught off guard.

When I caught it with my eyes, I found that it had slowed down, and the rate of ascent was getting slower and slower.

Moreover, the position of this crossbow arrow is far from the eagle in the sky. According to the eagle's current flying method, it can't hit the eight poles.

The five brawny men looked up, thinking that this shot was going to be unsuccessful, and they were already thinking about how to comfort the scarfaced man for a while.

This guy has a bad temper, he can kill people in a hurry.

Under the influence of gravity, this crossbow arrow has a slower and slower upward momentum and gradually begins to sway.

Seeing that the castration was over, the arrow began to tremble constantly, and it was about to fall down.

At this moment, the eagle in the sky flapped its wings and turned a big turn.

An eagle chirp came, and this eagle was shot across!

The five strong men looked up at all of this, feeling a strange feeling in their hearts.

The eagle flew well. There was nothing wrong with it, but at the end of the day, it made a short turn, as if it had found a crossbow bolt and hit it.

"Boss, you are such a god!"

"Boss, how do you know this eagle will turn in the end?"

The scar-faced man did not answer. He threw Qin Nu to the side and stretched out his hand: "Gun!"

The eagle in the sky is already falling down, but above the eagle, there is a bird!

The bird flies so high that it looks like a small black spot.

It originally flew above the eagle. When the eagle was killed, it immediately climbed up, and now it was farther away from the ground.

The strong man beside him quickly handed the gun to the scarfaced man's hand.

This is an AWM equipped with *, a British product. It has a tough and simple appearance. It is one of the best in sniper rifles in terms of power and accuracy.

The Scarfaced Man raised this gun to the sky. This AWM, which originally needed a bracket to launch, was as stable as a mountain with only two arms.

Different from firing the Qin crossbow before, he took a closer look this time before pulling the trigger.

AWM's muzzle flashed, even if it was pretending to be *, it still sounded shocking!

In the sky, a group of black feathers burst apart.

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"Ding Bell"

"Ding Bell"

Among the mountains of the Outer Hinggan Mountains, bells rang.

This bell was tied under the neck of a gray donkey, and it swayed from side to side as the donkey walked on the mountain road, crisp and sweet.

If the people here hear the bell sound, they will surely be pleased.

It is a blessing to be able to meet the Dragon King messenger in the mountains.

The mountain people here lived in the south of Heilongjiang more than 70 years ago. They are farmers who were born and raised in Northeast China.

In the September 18th Incident in 1931, the Japanese army captured the Northeast within one year after the invasion of China. Most of the farmers who fled at that time chose to go inside the pass. There are also such a small group of people who choose to go north, cross Heilongjiang, enter Russia, and stop here.

You can’t go north anymore. There is frozen ground further north. People can’t survive and can only make their homes here.

There were not many people who could escape here, but after 70 years of prospering, they finally took root here.

Now in the vast mountains of Waixing'anling, there are 26 villages scattered in scattered areas.

These villages are large and small, and the youngest have hundreds of people.

For more than seventy years when the mountain people have been here to spread their branches and leaves, the Dragon King Sacrifice has gradually become a tradition here.

There is no fixed date for the Dragon King Sacrifice. It's not that the mountain people here don't have any customary rules for this big day. It's because the Dragon King Sacrifice can only be hosted by the Dragon King messenger.

In August and September each year, the dragon king envoys began to walk in the Waixing'an Mountains, just like lighting a lamp, village by village to preside over the Dragon King Festival.

It will take more than a month to visit all the twenty-six villages.

But no matter how you go, the Dragon King Festival can only be carried out one by one, and the order is a problem. Almost every village wants to hold the Dragon King Festival first, so that they feel better fortune.

Considering the needs of the mountain people, the Dragon King's Envoy can only change his route once a year and try to get as much rain and dew as possible.

There is no mobile phone here, so contact is inconvenient.

So every year in August and September, this kind of bell will ring in the mountains of Outer Hinggan Mountains.

If the mountain people hear it when they are hunting and cutting wood in the mountains, go up and greet them, and the Dragon King's Envoy will tell them this year's route.

The news spread, and when the Dragon King's messenger arrived slowly, the village was prepared in advance.

"Ding Bell"

"Ding Bell"

The sound of bells echoed among the mountains.

The old man in black followed behind the gray donkey, walking unhurriedly.

While walking, the old man murmured: "Gray donkey, gray donkey, it’s better for you. Drinking mountain spring water and eating good beans. Look at your hair color, shiny Shining. Look at me again. I describe it as haggard and skinny. This mountain road makes me dizzy."

"What, you said I can ride up to save a bit of effort?"

"Oh, no, what if someone sees it?"

"People hunters, they are able to sell. This one of ours, although it was a good one, but now, it can only sell badly."

"Even if you are a donkey, I can only serve as a master."

"I have to keep talking to you so that others think you understand."

"People's hearts are separated by the belly, if I can't do everything, who will believe me? You say yes?"

"In fact, your donkey is very stupid, far from our Dragon King."

"I can't blame you, you have only been good at it for a few years?"

"Hey, let's not talk about it. I'm exhausted. Let's rest."

The old man took the donkey, tied it to the tree, and sat down on the ground, panting heavily:

"It's so mixed these days, I almost can't eat enough to eat."

The old man took out a skin water sac from his waist, took a sip of water with his head up, and rinsed his mouth, before he swallowed it reluctantly.

At this moment, there was a eagle hum from a distance.

The old man followed the voice, his expression tightened.

An eagle was shot down.

Immediately afterwards, the old man saw a higher sky, and a small black spot also fell.

The little black spot fell rapidly in the air, and the old man quickly saw that it was a black starling.

The starling bird swirled in the air and fell on the tree where the old man tied the donkey.

This is a poplar tree that has been around for decades. It is tall and dense. The bird bumped back and forth between the branches and leaves of the tree, and finally planted in front of the old man.

The old man hurriedly looked at the donkey beside him. Fortunately, the donkey was not surprised.

Looking back at the bird carefully, the old man's expression became serious.

He has an impression of this bird.

Before in Longxinggou, he was blocked by a group of people, led by a descendant of the Lin family.

After this, the Lin family's true biography was born, which is not easy to provoke.

However, after all, he was too young to fool around, so he passed the blunder. At that time, he gave the Lin family an information.

At that time, the old man talked and talked endlessly. In fact, he had been watching Liulu and listening to all directions, thinking about how to get out if it didn't work.

As a result, he found a starling parked on the tree next to him.

He was very impressed with that starling, because he had never seen him in Waixing'anling before. He was so beautiful, and he was born in the Lin family.

And the starling in front of me should be that one. The rubbing golden hair on its head can't be wrong.

The old man reached out and hugged the starling bird.

Heartbeat, still alive.

I checked my body again, and the black hair on my stomach ~IndoMTL.com~ was all burned off.

"Gunshot wound." The old man murmured, "Fortunately, I didn't hit it directly, it was wiped away."

At this time, leaves rustled in the northeast of the old man.

The old man didn't even need to look at it, he knew that someone didn't take the mountain trail and just used * to climb over the mountain.

Listen to the news, there is more than one person.

"Yeah, are you still hunting down this bird?"

The old man glanced at the starling in his hand and muttered to himself softly.

He hesitated for a moment, then seemed to have made up his mind and put the starling into his arms.

The old man walked to his donkey, bent down and unhooked the bell hanging under the donkey's neck, wrapped it in cotton cloth and put it in the coat, then untied the donkey's reins, and leaped gently on the donkey.

"Drive!"

The gray donkey froze for a moment, but didn't move.

It hasn't been ridden by an old man in his life, and it was a little dazed for a moment.

"Oh, you are really my ancestor!"

In a low voice, the old man turned around and slapped the gray donkey's ass.

The gray donkey was in pain, and finally started to trot all the way.

"Run faster, run faster..."

While leaning on the gray donkey, the old man said: "Donkey ancestor, whether we can mix and eat in the future, it's up to you."

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