Guo Xin thought that today was just a game for the two princes to have fun, so he lost interest in hunting with the crowd, and broke away from the team when he found an opportunity midway.
There were crowds of people and horses in the distance, startling a large number of birds in the forest, while Guo Xin was riding a horse alone in the sparse forest. Autumn has arrived, and the forest leaves have begun to turn yellow, but they are still clinging to the branches in clusters, rustling when the wind blows.
Guo Xin took a deep breath. The chaotic calls of the hunting team had faded away. The sun was shining diagonally through the branches and leaves above his head. Unknown birds sometimes hid in high places and chirped twice, which made this place even more special. Peaceful and harmonious.
At this moment, the bushes in the distance shook twice - obviously there was something alive.
Guo Xin became energetic and gently stroked the horse's neck, and the horse stopped obediently. He slowly took out the bow and carefully strung it. Just as he took out an arrow, the bush moved again, and then a gray figure flew towards the tree. It turned out to be just a squirrel. .
Guo Xin smiled and relaxed his hand on the string.
Guo Xin wandered in the forest for a long time, and except for shooting a few hares, he saw no other animals, but he didn't care about it anymore, and it didn't matter.
As the sun rose to noon, Guo Xin figured that it was almost time for the hunting team to rest and eat, so he found the direction and headed towards the north of the mountain where he had agreed to gather before, preparing to meet up with everyone.
Just as he was crossing a stream and stopping to provide water for the horses, a cry suddenly came from the upper reaches of the stream.
The cry was high-pitched and short, obviously not the sound of a horse. And soon there was a cry from another direction. The two seemed to be echoing each other, chirping several times back and forth, and seemed to be very close to Guo Xin.
Guo Xin had no hunting experience, but he felt the wind blowing on his face and knew that he was in a leeward position, which should be considered a good position.
Guo Xin thought about it, tied his horse to a tree, took off his bow and went upstream alone. The stream was gurgling, and the moss-covered ground beside the stream was very slippery. Fortunately, there were trees holding hands for Guo Xin, allowing him to approach the source of the cry slowly and gently.
Not long after, Guo Xin found the owner of those two sounds. Two dark brown deer were cuddling together affectionately. Guo Xin thought that it was early autumn, and those cries just now should be the sounds of the two wild animals in front of him in love.
Guo Xin hid in the dark and observed for a moment, and felt that the two wild animals were different from the deer in his impression, because they did not have horns and were very petite in size.
The two deer were only twenty or thirty steps away from Guo Xin. He was confident that he would not miss at such a short distance. But if one arrow hits, the other one will definitely be frightened away. If he shoots an arrow and then catches another... Guo Xin shook his head slightly, getting rid of the unrealistic thoughts in his mind. If a person is too greedy, he will easily... Nothing gained.
At this moment, the two deer walked closely to the stream and bent down to drink water, but their sides were completely exposed to Guo Xin. The time and location were both perfect. Guo Xin did not dare to hesitate. He immediately put an arrow on his bow and glanced between the two targets. He quickly focused on the slightly larger stag on the left. .
Lift the bow, draw the string, aim. With a "pop" sound, the arrow shot out of the woods with a strong wind, and went straight into the spotted belly of the male deer in one breath. Sure enough, the female deer on the other side screamed in surprise and ran into the forest without a trace.
However, the stag did not fall to the ground as Guo Xin expected, but jumped far away. Just when Guo Xin was surprised and was about to nock an arrow and shoot again, he saw the deer's legs trembling violently and finally fell to the ground.
Guo Xin walked into his prey. The buck on the ground had wide eyes, its nose was slightly twitching, and it was breathing heavily, but it had not completely lost its life. But there was already a pool of blood in his abdomen, and it was obvious that Guo Xin had been shot in a fatal position.
As if aware of Guo Xin's approach, the deer's ears twitched, its head stretched upwards, and its front hooves flapped in an attempt to stand up, but as soon as its chest lifted off the ground, it fell heavily again.
Guo Xin took out the short blade Zhang Chenghua gave him, stepped forward and pressed his knee against the deer's body, and quickly made a slash across the deer's neck with the sharp blade. The hot and fishy blood immediately gurgled. Stepping out, the moss on the rocky beach beneath him was dyed bright red.
Human life is worthless these days, let alone the life of an animal.
Guo Xin dragged the dead male deer back to the horse, put the deer camel on the horse's back with a lot of effort, led the horse and walked towards Beishan. After a while, he heard the noise of people and horses in front of him, and thought to himself: I don't know how much everyone has hunted in the morning, but at least he didn't get nothing today.
However, the noise became clearer and clearer, but something didn't sound right to Guo Xin. It didn't seem like people were rejoicing about the harvest, but instead they were shouting with urgency and anxiety.
Guo Xinxin was curious, he quickened his pace, climbed up a slope, and then heard a deafening roar from ahead.
There is a tiger!
As soon as Guo Xing reacted, he saw a huge black and yellow tiger on the path in the distance, being chased by a group of people. The tiger was so powerful and so vigorous in its leaps that Guo Xin couldn't help but think of the word "tiger and wind" flashing through his mind.
However, before he could take a closer look, the tiger suddenly left the path and instead ran towards the hillside on Guo Xin's side. Guo Xin quickly took out his bow to be on guard, but the horse beside him neighed uneasily. When Guo Xin reached for the arrow, he immediately galloped away with the deer on his back.
Guo Xin cursed, and the horse's neighing revealed his position. As expected, the tiger turned around and ran straight towards him.
"Guo Lang, run!" Song Xi's voice came to his ears, and the people chasing the tiger obviously also discovered Guo Xin on the slope.
But Guo Xin didn't dare to run away at this time. No matter how fast he ran, could he outrun the tiger? At the moment, he only has a short blade, but even if there is someone who can take advantage of him, he doesn't have the confidence to kill the tiger at close range... Although he is also Erlang, his surname is not Wu.
Guo Xin took a deep breath and could only place his hope in the bow in his hand.
He raised his bow and nocked an arrow, and shot the arrow quickly, hitting the tiger's foot, but it seemed to be of no use. The tiger still rushed up the slope.
At this time, the people chasing behind them also bent their bows and shot arrows, but few of them hit the target. Fortunately, a few of them hit the tiger's back, which did not hurt the big tiger at all.
There were only a few dozen steps left between the man and the tiger. Guo Xin could even vaguely see the black pattern on the big tiger's forehead. People in the distance began to shout and scream in a vain attempt to attract the tiger's attention.
Guo Xin took a deep breath and cocked an arrow again, but both the tiger's head and body seemed to be invulnerable in his sight, and no arrow could reverse the situation...
Guo Xin's heart beat violently, he gritted his teeth and looked at the leaping tiger, his eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light.
The veins appeared on Guo Xin's hand, and he almost pulled the string to full length, but was still holding back until the moment when the tiger's eyes met with his own, the arrow instantly flew away from the string with the sound of breaking through the air, full of hope of life, like a arrow. The sharp lightning pierced directly into the tiger's eyes!
