To the north of the village, close to the mountains and forests, there are large areas of paddy fields.
The Champa rice in the fields has turned yellow and will be harvested in another month.
The several acres of rice fields next to the mountains and forests were the most severely affected. Large tracts of rice were trampled and the ears of rice were eaten away.
If left unchecked, this large paddy field will be completely destroyed by wild pigs.
As the sun rises, so does the temperature in vain.
At this moment, everyone was hungry and thirsty, but they all endured it, looking forward to killing the wild pig and having a good meal after receiving the reward.
Han Zhen was not a hunter, but one of the gangsters was a hunter in his family, named Gu Song.
Siong is Chinese cabbage, the ancient name for cabbage.
Poor people don't pay much attention to their names. Firstly, they are uneducated, and secondly, the infant mortality rate is too high, so they usually choose cheap names to make a living.
For example, Ma Sangou.
Sangou is not his nickname. The three characters "Ma Sangou" are clearly written on his household registration.
From the perspective of later generations, this name is indeed a bit outrageous, but at this time it was normal.
Han Zhen didn't even have a name before, so he was called Han Er. He later paid a fortune teller to give him the name Zhen, which he paid a hundred pence for.
However, the fortune teller was not reliable either. He rummaged through the Book of Changes and found the word "zhen" without knowing that it was actually a national taboo.
Song Renzong's name was Zhao Zhen. To avoid taboos, courtiers and common people could not use the word Zhen in their names, including words with homophones.
Fortunately, no one cares about the remote areas, and probably few people except the county magistrate know that there is such a thing as national taboo.
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Gu Siong's father is a hunter, and he knows some hunting skills through his influence.
Under his leadership, everyone plunged into the forest.
As they walked, Gu Song looked solemn and said, "Brother Han, this wild pig is probably quite big. It weighs three to four hundred pounds."
No need for him to say it, Han Zhen knew it in his heart.
Because the weed path that this wild pig walked on was very wide, the approximate size can be inferred from this.
Han Zhen warned: "Everyone, please be more alert. If something goes wrong, climb up the tree immediately."
Everyone nodded, not daring to joke with their own lives.
Following the path trodden by the wild pig and the excrement left on the ground, they wandered around in the mountains for more than half an hour before they finally found the wild pig.
Less than twenty meters ahead, a wild pig like a hill appeared in the field of vision.
Looking from a distance, it weighs at least five hundred kilograms.
The wild pig was leaning against the tree and scratching. As it kept moving, the pine tree, which was as thick as an adult's waist, swayed and seemed to break at any moment.
The two long, thick and curled fangs made people shudder.
Ma Sangou looked horrified: "Why is it so big? Could it be that he has become a spirit?"
Goulon!
Gu Cong swallowed and lowered his voice: "This is also the first time I have seen such a big wild pig."
Han Zhen also swallowed, not because of fear, but at this moment, all he could think about was braised pork, stewed pig's trotters, stir-fried pork intestines...
This wild pig had actually discovered them a long time ago, but it didn't react at all. It wasn't afraid of people at all and was still rubbing against the tree comfortably.
This is the difference between a beast that has hurt people and a beast that has not.
"You wait here and don't move around. I'll go kill the wild pig."
Facing a wild pig of such a size, Ma Sangou and the others could not do much to help. Let alone a collision, even a casual thrust would result in death or disability.
After giving an explanation, Han Zhen held a simple knife in his hand and strode towards Ye Hu.
Ye Zhi didn't care so much. When he saw someone dared to provoke him, he stopped rubbing against the tree and rushed towards Han Zhen with his legs outstretched.
Boom!
The 500-pound wild pig runs like a chariot, running over weeds and shrubs.
Han Zhen held the Pu knife tightly with both hands and stared at Ye Zhen with his eyes. Adrenaline was constantly secreted, making him in a state of excitement.
The moment Ye Zhen collided with him, Han Zhen suddenly dodged to the right, and at the same time, he slashed Ye Zhen's neck with the sword in his hand.
not good!
The touch from the handle of the knife made Han Zhen's heart sink.
The knife seemed to have struck rubber, the blade just scratched the surface and then bounced away.
The skin of the wild pig is very thick, and it likes to rub against trees, so its skin is stained with a lot of rosin.
The rosin and mud are mixed together, and after drying, it is like covering it with a layer of armor.
Of course, the main reason is that the material and forging skills of his simple sword are not good enough.
Cheap is not good quality.
A wound was opened on his neck, and the severe pain made Ye Zhi go crazy. He changed direction and charged again.
At such a close distance, Pu Dao has lost its effect.
Han Zhen was also aroused. He simply threw away his sword and advanced instead of retreating. He even faced Ye Zhen with his bare hands.
boom!
One person and one pig bumped into each other.
I saw Han Zhen holding tightly on the pair of fangs with both hands, actually resisting the hill-like wild pig, making it unable to move.
Ma Sangou and others who were watching the battle not far away were stunned by this scene.
This... what a divine power this is!
However, what was even more shocking was yet to come.
"ah!!!"
Han Zhen shouted loudly, veins popped out in his arms, and he suddenly pulled to the left.
boom!
The wild pig weighing more than 500 kilograms was forcefully knocked to the ground by him.
The huge and heavy body hit the ground hard, causing dust to fly for a while.
Ye Zhen was obviously stunned by this blow. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Zhen took off the knife from his back and stabbed it in along the position of Ye Zhi's chin. The straight and sharp blade was completely engulfed.
Poof!
Red blood suddenly spurted out from the wound.
This scene is very similar to the scene when pigs are killed in the countryside.
"Ouch!!!!"
The wild pig let out a high-pitched cry and struggled wildly.
Han Zhen quickly rode on Ye Zhen and held him down.
It's just that he underestimated Ye Zhi's counterattack before he died, and the strength of his struggle almost knocked him over.
At this time, Masangou and the others had come to their senses and rushed over to help suppress Ye Hu's limbs.
As blood continued to gush out from the wound, Ye Zhi's struggle became weaker and weaker.
When Ye Zhen stopped moving completely, Han Zhen stood up.
As soon as he stood up, his vision went dark.
Ma Sangou on the side had sharp eyes and quick hands. He quickly supported Han Zhen and asked with concern: "Brother Han, are you injured?"
"fine."
Han Zhen waved his hands, sat down on the ground, panted slightly and said, "I'm just a little tired, just rest for a while."
This is obviously a sign of hypoglycemia.
To put it bluntly, I am hungry.
Thinking about it, from yesterday to now, I only ate a bowl of wheat rice and three small crucian carp, and the hunting of wild pigs just now almost exhausted all my remaining energy.
At this moment, the gangsters looked at him with wild eyes.
The key to a man hunting a wild pig weighing more than 500 kilograms alone is in such a wild and shocking way.
At this time, even if Han Zhen said that he was the reincarnation of a god, Ma Sangou and the others would believe it.
After resting for a while, Han Zhen finally regained his composure.
After his body regained some strength, he pulled out his knife, wiped the blood on the blade of the knife on the weeds, and then worked with others to drag the wild pig down the mountain.
