Chapter 828: Breaking the Pot After Eating

However, because the wild boars were all in the mud, even as the wallow was blown apart, they didn't move very quickly.

Finally, after a brief period of crashing into one another, all the boars began to scatter and flee.

Right at that moment, the boar that Wang An had hit in the rump with his first shot finally struggled its way out of the mud wallow, attempting to run toward the mountains.

Unfortunately, before it could pick up speed, it was sent on its way by a single shot from Wang Li, who had been waiting for the right moment.

To be honest, with the marksmanship of Wang An and Wang Li, hitting targets as large as wild boars—especially boars that didn't run particularly fast—was far too simple. It was basically one shot per boar; a second shot was rarely needed.

When a wallow is blown, the fleeing boars have no sense of direction.

Thus, after the first boar was killed by Wang Li, the other boars quickly left the mud wallow and fled in different directions.

It must be said that the boars now were like completely different animals compared to before.

Previously, they had all lain in the mud, looking utterly happy and content; now, with blood dripping from their rumps, they couldn't be happy for shit anymore.

Once all the boars had been flushed out and were scattering, Wang An also raised his gun and waited.

The main thing was that while the area of this mud pit wasn't exceptionally large, its diameter was a full hundred meters or so.

Furthermore, although wild boars love staying in mud pits, it is actually very difficult for them to move around within the mud.

Truthfully, mud pits like this are very common in these great mountains. Places that are not only large in area but also very deep in mud are called swamps by the locals.

Of course, it's impossible to tell how deep the mud is with the naked eye, so whenever locals see this kind of mud wallow, they instinctively keep a great distance.

This is mainly because the ground in many places looks hard, but if you accidentally step on it, you will quickly sink in until you are completely swallowed whole.

It had to be said that such places were extremely dangerous.

This was also one of the reasons why mountain foragers did not enter the mountains to hunt during the summer.

And so, with Wang An joining in, large wild boars were killed one after another around the mud pit, while the pack of dogs scattered, charging toward the "little striped sticks" that had just emerged from the wallow.

At this moment, Da Hei was not in a hurry to catch the piglets. Instead, like a commander, he directed the other dogs, instructing them to deal with the small wild boars individually.

Otherwise, the dogs would be accustomed to their usual habit of having two or three dogs swarm a single pig.

The main point was that the largest of these "little striped sticks" weighed only about thirty jin; even for the slightly smaller spotted dogs, taking one down individually was quite easy.

Thus, under Da Hei's constant direction, Er Hei, San Hei, Xiao Hei, and Wang Li's four yellow dogs quickly each clamped down on a little striped stick.

The four smaller spotted dogs, after some intense struggling from the piglets, also managed to pin one down each.

Perhaps because the little striped sticks struggled too violently, the dogs, in a fit of frustration, began to shake their heads frantically while holding the piglets in their mouths.

It must be said that dogs are actually quite fascinating animals.

In terms of combat power, they can't beat jackals, tigers, or leopards, nor can they handle lynxes or Asiatic black bears. Even against a large wild boar, it takes two or three dogs working together just to keep the boar from moving.

But when it comes to catching smaller animals, they are genuinely quite proficient.

Only after the other eleven dogs had each caught a little striped stick did Da Hei spring forward toward one that had just emerged from the mud wallow.

It had to be admitted that for the largest of them, Da Hei, catching a piglet was truly a piece of cake.

With a single leap, he lowered his head and bit the piglet by the scruff of its neck. Then, just like the other dogs, he began to shake his head rapidly.

For some reason, almost all dogs do this: once they bite a living thing, as long as that thing struggles, the dogs will shake their heads frantically.

If it's something the dog can lift, you'll find the object flying back and forth in the air.

But if it's something the dog can't lift, you'll find the dog itself swaying back and forth.

Honestly, it was only because Wang An couldn't communicate effectively with the dogs; otherwise, he would have definitely asked them if shaking their heads so frantically ever made them feel dizzy.

Surprisingly, Da Hei might have shaken too violently, causing the little striped stick to be flung from his mouth.

As the piglet tried to stand up on the ground, Wang An noticed that it failed several times.

Clearly, this little striped stick had been shaken into a stupor by Da Hei's frantic swaying—to be precise, it was dizzy.

Subsequently, having lost his prey, Da Hei lunged again, grabbed the piglet, and started shaking once more.

After observing the dogs, Wang An and Wang Li aimed their muzzles at the little striped sticks that were scattering.

Law-abiding mountain foragers normally hunt by taking the large and leaving the small, and they do not shoot pregnant mountain livestock.

However, wild boars were the sole exception to this rule.

For farmers, the existence of wild boars was absolutely all harm and no benefit.

The most significant issue was the destruction of crops.

To a farmer, it's fine if an animal eats a bit when hungry or drinks when thirsty, because both humans and animals get hungry.

But it's one thing to eat; it's another thing to fucking wreck everything while you eat. Isn't that just shameless?

This is a classic case of "smashing the pot after eating the meal"!

Therefore, whenever they encountered wild boars, whether they were law-abiding hunters or rule-breakers like Wang An, they would absolutely leave no survivors if they had the capability.

Truthfully, in his previous life, when Wang An learned that wild boars had become protected animals, he was genuinely bewildered for a long time.

The very thing that farmers had spent generations trying to eliminate was suddenly being protected? Holy fucking shit!

The reason given was to protect the ecology. There's nothing wrong with protecting the ecology, but protecting something like wild boars was just fucking speechless!

And so, under the alternating fire of two Type 56 assault rifles, another twenty-odd little striped sticks were killed in the area around the mud wallow.

Only a dozen or so little striped sticks managed to perfectly evade the two men's gunfire and escape into the woods.

(End of Chapter)