"How's it going? Did you hit it?" the crowd shouted anxiously as they walked.

"Got it! There's another blond one over here."

After firing one shot, Du Jiabin quickly reloaded the gunpowder and shot.

His old-fashioned musket is no good; it's too much trouble to reload.

In addition, there were animal traps and other things along the edge of the field, so Du Jiabin and the others did not dare to come forward rashly.

"Quickly bring your flashlights over so I can shoot that blond bastard to death."

Du Jiabin loaded his gun and turned around to call out to Wang Jianshe and the others.

These days, flashlights are available, but most families are reluctant to use them because they require batteries and light bulbs, which both cost money.

Of course, the young people didn't care about any of that; several of them carried flashlights for their night patrols.

Upon hearing this, Wang Jianshe and the others quickly turned on their flashlights, some even carrying knives, and came over.

Upon closer inspection, the little blond-haired creature, its front leg caught in a large clamp, was struggling desperately.

"Hey, we actually caught it! Now we're going to get some meat." Everyone was quite happy.

The little yellow-haired boy weighed only about 100 pounds, and his leg was caught in a clamp, making it difficult for him to move. Wang Jianshe and the others thought of going up and finishing him off with a knife.

Du Jiabin wouldn't allow it. He had just fired a shot and felt quite satisfied, so he was determined to shoot that blond-haired guy again.

No one argued with him; they could only let him be.

So Du Jiabin picked up his gun and fired a shot at the blond-haired man.

This time, being closer, the shot was accurate, and the blond guy was shot and fell to the ground convulsing.

Wang Jianshe and the others stepped forward and stabbed Huang Maozi again, thus ending its life.