Chapter 116 Gun
I called Xiaogua over, grabbed the dog's head and pulled it upwards. Xiaogua didn't know what I was doing, and cooperated perfectly by pursing its airplane ears.
I was very anxious. No matter how much I pulled on Xiaogua's head, it wouldn't howl like a wolf.
Isn't the implication obvious enough? When Xiaogua imitates a wolf's howl, he always raises his head to the sky and makes a howling sound.
Having no other choice, I resorted to my last resort: I squatted on the ground, tilted my head back, and yelled twice at the sky.
When Xiao Gua saw me imitating a wolf howl, he paused for two seconds, then raised his head and howled like a wolf, howling for a long time without stopping.
I had to pat the dog's head twice, like pressing a shutdown button, before the little guy stopped.
A short while later, I heard the faint howling of wolves coming from outside the gate. I pushed open the gate to see if the wolves could drag the hunter away.
Over time, one can gain some understanding of the wolf pack's temperament and sense their state.
Just like now, I can feel the wolves' anger. Ever since they saw the carcass, the pack has been furious, as if they had a grudge against the hunter.
Seeing the hunter lying motionless on the ground, several wolves boldly stepped forward and tore at his exposed flesh.
Seeing the actions of these wolves, the other wolves reacted as well, all of them advancing menacingly.
It was tearing at the corpse with even greater ferocity than it had when it had torn apart the three robbers.
"Sang Biao, come here, can you drag the body up the mountain? I'm a little scared."
Seeing the bloody scene on the ground, I couldn't bear it any longer and had to make a request to Sang Biao.
As I spoke, I pointed to the corpse on the ground and then to the mountain.
Sang Biao understood immediately, turned around and walked outside the courtyard, dragging the hunter's foot up the mountain with it in his mouth.
Seeing this, the other wolves joined Sang Biao in dragging the corpse up the mountain, and it disappeared in no time.
The hunter's bloodstains stretched from the gate of the courtyard all the way up the slope, looking rather eerie.
I turned around and went back into the house, found a shovel, and used some soil from the surrounding area to cover up the bloodstains outside the yard.
I felt much better knowing that there was no corpse or trace of blood in sight.
He closed the gate, picked up the gun and bullets from the steps, and began to examine them carefully.
Before I figured it out, I didn't dare bring this thing into the house, for fear of damaging the furniture or accidentally injuring myself if it bounced back.
Judging from its appearance, this should be a double-barreled shotgun. It feels very heavy. After fiddling around for a while, I found that the barrel can be pried open.
There was a bullet inside the split opening, and there was still some space left, so it seems that this gun can only hold two bullets at a time.
Always be vigilant and never point the gun at yourself, but only at an open and safe place.
There is a hammer at the rear of the gun; pulling it backward produces a "click" sound.
In movies and TV shows, the hammer is usually cocked and the car is ready to fire.
I carefully took the gun and walked outside the yard, pulled the trigger at a tree in the distance, and with a bang, the bullet flew out.
The shotgun jolted violently, causing me to shudder backward, and both my hands became numb and painful from the impact.
"That scared me to death!"
I was so startled that I even cried out.
The gun was empty, but I still didn't dare to let my guard down. I carefully placed the shotgun on the ground before I dared to shake my hands, which were numb from the impact.
It's a good thing, but it's terrifying. I'm really afraid that even if I manage to avoid the extreme cold, the virus, and the bad guys, I'll end up shooting myself.
"As long as it works, let's put it away for now."
I muttered to myself, picked up the hunting rifle from the ground, and strode into the yard.
The shotgun could no longer hold any more bullets, so the empty shotgun and the bullets were placed in the dark room.
"Which lucky person will be worth my shooting next? Let's wait and see!"
I patted the gun with my hand. Although I was a little scared and didn't dare to use it yet, it didn't diminish my joy at getting the gun.
I took two wet wipes and cleaned the handle of the shotgun. A large patch of black grime came off. This hunter was really filthy.
After setting up my hunting rifle, I carefully examined my crossbow. This thing is really useful; if it weren't for it, I probably would have been in serious trouble today.
We have three crossbows now, and it seems we can make more when we have free time. They can be used for self-defense, are lighter than hunting rifles, and most importantly, won't hurt us.
After all that commotion, it was completely dark by then. I missed my usual mealtime, and now my stomach is growling with hunger.
Close all doors and windows, then go to the kitchen to cook.
I just killed someone today, it would be a lie to say I'm not scared. I keep the doors and windows tightly shut and have Xiaodi come to my side to cook with me, only then can I feel a little safe.
Crack 5 eggs into a bowl and whisk them.
Pour plenty of oil into the pot, add some soybean paste, and stir-fry continuously.
The soybean paste is fried until cooked through, releasing a rich aroma. A handful of chopped green onions and beaten egg are then added.
With a "sizzle," the eggs rapidly expanded and reacted in the pan. At first, they were golden yellow, but as the soybean paste and eggs were stir-fried together, they gradually turned into a mixture of dark brown and yellow.
Use a spatula to break the eggs into small pieces, blending them perfectly with the sauce. Without pausing, pour the mixture directly from the pan into a porcelain bowl.
The golden eggs, the emerald green scallions, and the amber sauce blend together, creating a feast for both the eyes and the palate.
There's no need to wash the pan used for scrambling the eggs; just pour in water and bring it to a boil.
Take the leftover dough out of the refrigerator, place it on the cutting board and cut it into small pieces. Roll each piece into an oval-shaped dough sheet, pick it up with your hands and stretch it. The dough sheet gradually becomes thinner and longer, and finally it is stretched into long noodles.
Once the water boils, put the whole pulled noodle into the water and stir it gently with chopsticks. The white pulled noodle will tumble in the water and soon float to the surface, no longer sinking.
Use a few chopsticks to scoop the pulled noodles into an empty bowl, add two spoonfuls of egg sauce, and stir well.
He blew on the noodles a few times perfunctorily and stuffed a large piece of pulled noodles into his mouth.
The slightly hot temperature, the chewy pulled noodles, the savory egg sauce, and the crunchy scallions make for a truly satisfying bite.
Eating such satisfying noodles reminded me of many scenes of people eating noodles in "White Deer Plain." Whether it was Heiwa or other characters, they all ate with such gusto, which is probably similar to how I feel now.
After eating and drinking their fill, the remaining noodles were mixed with a small amount of egg sauce and placed in the dog tray. The dogs rushed over and finished the noodles in no time.
We used to feed the dog with a bowl, but we found it too troublesome to feed them one by one, so we put them all in a tray.
At first, I was worried that Xiao Di wouldn't have enough to eat, but after careful observation, I found that Xiao Gua and Xiao San and Xiao Si would deliberately leave some for Xiao Di, instead of taking it all.
"Everything's alright now, you can go to sleep."
As he spoke, he checked the doors and windows again, and seeing that there were no problems, he closed the door to the east room, climbed into bed, and went to sleep.
I've been talking to myself a lot more today. I just killed the hunter, and I feel really uneasy. I guess I want to talk more to relieve my fear.
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