Chapter 237: Gun ban

"Report to the leader, there is a bear inside, which is the bear cub we picked up from the bottom of the mountain." Captain Zhao reported seriously.

The fat man walked over, put Dudu out, stuffed it with two candy balls, and avoided the guy's hug: "Uncle San, come and see if Dudu is a male or female?"

Wang Sanpao glared at him and followed Old Man Wu into the dormitory. Seeing the clean military appearance in the dormitory, Old Man Wu nodded: "Comrades, the conditions are indeed very difficult."

When he lifted the mattress and saw a wool pocket under the straw mat, Old Man Wu was very happy: "This method is good."

"Report to the Chief, this is also the support of the villagers in Kaoshantun." Company Commander Zhao did not hide it at all. This matter best reflects the theme of military and civilians, and there is nothing that cannot be said.

"Have you paid?" Old Man Wu asked again.

"Report to the Chief, no."

"Why don't you give it to me? Our tradition is not to take the masses one needle and one thread, let alone such a rare thing!" Old Man Wu was a little angry, his eyes stood up.

"Uncle Wu, the main reason is that this account is not easy to settle." The fat man said happily: "We support some supplies for the soldiers, and they also help us protect Daqingshan. How do you think this account is settled?"

"Nonsense, these are two different things. Political Commissar Wang, you are responsible for counting this matter." Old Man Wu was not vague at all, but the fat man felt clearly in his heart: the old man just wanted to compensate the villagers in Koshantun.

The last stop was the cafeteria. Old Man Wu also sat down at the simple dining table and looked at the table and said, "The food is good, there are fish and meat, soup and vegetables. Is it like this every day, or is it showing off today?"

"Chief, the fish and meat were sent by Uncle Wang San and Comrade Huang before the New Year. These days, the food is better than usual." Corps Zhao also answered very appropriately.

"Our troops are almost supported by you by Shantun." Old Man Wu was in a good mood. He picked up chopsticks and ate two big bowls of dry rice. As for the fat man, he was indeed hungry after walking for a day. In the end, he was confused and didn't know how many bowls of dry rice he had eaten.

It was already dark outside, and Old Man Wu and Fatty Man and others sat in Company Commander Zhao’s office chatting. Old Man Wu waved his hand straightforwardly: “You don’t have to accompany me.”

Seeing that there were only old man Wu and Company Commander Zhao left in the room, the fat man said, "Uncle Wu, I have to ask you for an order today. Can I issue an order in the name of the army and prohibit idle people from entering Daqingshan."

Old Man Wu rolled his eyes: "Is this mountain your family? Our troops cannot interfere in the local affairs."

The fat man scratched his head and said, "Will this be done? Since there are garrisons here, I will issue an order prohibiting anyone from shooting guns and hunting on the mountain. Is this OK?"

"This is still true, but hunters like the Sanpao brothers and others are probably going to get idle." Old Man Wu agreed this time, because this is within a reasonable range.

"If Uncle San wants to hunt, he doesn't need a hunting rifle at all." The fat man was overjoyed. He was mainly worried that those half-baked guys with two-five eyes would go to the mountains with their hunting rifles and cannons. As long as he banned the gun, half of the wild animals on Daqing Mountain would be saved.

In addition, we must protect the environment in which they live. If they are like Captain Xiawaziniu, the habitat and food sources of wild animals are cut off and they still have to run to other hills.

Before the Daqingshan was actually contracted, the fat man could only take some precautions. Yesterday at Dabianzi's house, he had already talked about this matter with Secretary Wang. Secretary Wang's idea was similar to Old Man Wu, and this matter could not be enforced. Just like the farmers living around the mountain, can you not ask them to go into the mountain to pick mushrooms or something?

So, the fat man thought hard and then came up with the move to ban guns.

Seeing the old man Wu agreeing, the fat man's heart fell to the ground: "Uncle Wu, after I go back, I will invite you to drink."

"Stop talking nonsense, this is business. If you don't want to give me some wine, you dare not give me a courage."

"Yes, yes, you have many soldiers and generals. If you can just transfer a squad, I can't resist it, haha." The fat man talked to him.

"It's good to have one person. I'll look for Xiaoyu directly, hahaha--" Old Man Wu laughed loudly, making the fat man feel depressed: I'll drink at our house the day before yesterday, and you should be put down...

Although the fat man kept swearing to put Old Man Wu down in the bar, the kind-hearted fat man could not do this no matter what he said.

That night, Old Man Wu slept on the floor for a night, but he had Wang Sanpao's tiger skin under him, so he threw the soldiers' hair pockets to others. Wang Sanpao had already agreed: give him this tiger skin.

For this reason, the fat man was very envious and insisted that Old Man Wu was pulling the banner, but he was jumped on his head and became honest.

After breakfast the next day, Old Man Wu left the radar station. After going around, it would take five or six days, making an exception.

Company Commander Zhao wanted to take someone to escort him personally, but Old Man Wu refused without hesitation. When he thought, it would be enough to have Wang Sanpao and Fatty.

Walking through the snowy fields of forests, Old Man Wu was in high spirits and talked about interesting things about hunting with Wang Sanpao. When he heard the magical fox with flower-faced face, he was also amazed. If it weren't for the tight time, he would have to go to the Tencent Factory to see it with his own eyes.

There was a snow rabbit jumping on the snow in front of him. Old Man Wu couldn't help but itchy. He asked Wang Sanpao for a hunting rifle and was about to open fire.

"Well, Uncle Wu, you have always forgotten that there are guns in this mountain, so you must set an example." The fat man reminded next to him with a smirk.

"Boy, it's not that there has been no official notification yet!" Old Man Wu put down his gun angrily.

At this moment, a crisp gunshot suddenly came from the forest, followed by another sound, which shocked the birds on the trees to fly around.

"It's a hunting rifle, someone is hunting." Wang Sanpao identified the direction and pointed it with his hand: "There are forests over there, probably the blind bear who is squatting in the warehouse."

It is said that winter is the best season for blind bears to fight. As long as you can find the tree hole where they hide, the blind bear will basically die.

Generally, two or three people cooperate. One of them hits under the root of the tree. After the blind bear's chest is exposed, it can be done with one shot.

When you encounter a cunning blind bear, the cat refuses to come out inside. There is also a way to throw a rope into the tree hole, punch holes and smoke below, etc. In short, it is much easier to deal with than the blind bear who sways in the woods in other seasons.

"Uncle San, come and take a look." The fat man strode and walked towards the direction Wang Sanpao guided. Old Man Wu also waved his hand and followed closely.

Wang Sanpao ran to the front to lead the way, and after walking two or three miles, there were waves of dog barking in front. Through the gap of the tree, the fat man saw three people opposite him, two dogs pulling sledges, and one of them was a blind black bear lying across.

The other party also found their group and immediately shouted loudly: "Which village do you belong to?"

When we found five or six People's Liberation Army uniforms, all of them were armed with guns and ammunition, one person immediately shouted: "It turns out it is the People's Liberation Army of the radar station. We are from Jiapigou, don't get me wrong."

When he approached, one of the oldest suddenly laughed: "Wang Sanpao, I haven't seen you for several years, you haven't changed at all."

Obviously, the person who came was also an old hunter, and he was basically of the same level as Wang Sanpao. However, the fat man looked at a sika deer and a blind bear on the sled, and his eyebrows gradually locked up.

"Zhang Paozhe, it turns out it's you guy. I said who is so bold and dares to try hard at blind bear." Wang Sanpao walked up and hugged the other party, very intimate.

Speaking of Daqingshan, people are used to calling hunters "gunners". Of course, it cannot be said that any person who holds a gun and calls it gunners. People like fat people cannot enjoy this kind of treatment.

The standard for determining gunners is generally as follows: whether you can kill the black blind man with one shot, and at the same time go up the mountain alone to peel off a wild boar skin. Because these two wild animals will explode after being angry. If you can't kill it with one shot, it may kill you, so it is the most test of your marksmanship.

It is a bit unfair to say that Fat Brother is different from the gunner. He has captured both wild boars and blind bears independently, but his technique is not much the same as other gunners.

Seeing the fat man and the cannon Zhang, who were so hot, like two brothers, the fat man quickly pulled his fur coat: "Uncle San, have you forgotten the ban on guns?"

Wang Sanpao then set off his forehead: "Zhang Paoman, friendship is due to friendship, but the People's Liberation Army is stationed on the mountain. Therefore, gun hunting is prohibited from being fired on Daqing Mountain. I will tell you this first to avoid any trouble."

Zhang Paozhe looked at Old Man Wu and others, and was suddenly shocked: Looking at the age and outfits of these people, it seems that they are not soldiers on the radar station.

At this time, a young man next to Zhang Paoshou muttered: "This Daqing Mountain is hundreds of miles in a radius. If you can't hear a gun ten miles away, it doesn't seem to have any effect on the radar station."

Wang Sanpao suddenly picked up the hunting rifle and thrust forward. The man was so scared that he shivered and quickly raised the hunting rifle in his hand. This was amazing. The two guards and Political Commissar Wang pulled out the pistols and forced the other three people. Crack, the guys in Zhang Paoshou and the others were disarmed and the people were subdued.

I saw Wang Sanpao caressing the hunting rifle in his hand: "Old guy, you have been with me for so many years, and you have made a lot of contributions. Today, you should take a break-up-"

After saying that, he held the hunting rifle and ran for a few steps, and smashed it on a big pine tree. With a crisp sound, the snow on the pine needle fell, blocking Wang Sanpao in the snow curtain.

When the snow fell, the hunting rifle on Wang Sanpao's hand had been broken into two pieces and was scattered on the ground, and most of it had been covered with falling snow.

Wang Sanpao slapped his hands, his eyes seemed a little lonely, and he seemed to feel relieved. The fat man's heart trembled: For an excellent hunter, the hunting rifle is the closest partner. Wang Sanpao needs to smash the gun to show his ambitions.

"Let the person go." Old Man Wu roared, then walked to Wang Sanpao and punched him hard on the shoulder: "If you join the army, you will definitely be better than me."

Wang Sanpao seemed extremely calm. Although the hunting rifle was broken, the dignity and pride of being a hunter did not leave. He slowly walked to Zhang Paozhe: "Brother, I am now light without a gun. Now I finally want to go. When it's time to let go, I have to let go."

The fat man smacked his lips and muttered: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

Zhang Paosh and his two assistants drove the dog sled away. Although the hunting rifle was still in hand, the fat man could feel that it had basically become a decoration, because their hearts had been impressed by Wang Sanpao.

"Uncle San, how many such gunners are there around our Daqing Mountain?" the fat man asked.

Wang Sanpao used to touch his hand behind him, but he felt the hunting rifle was gone. Then he realized that the hunting rifle was no longer there. So he said with a smile: "There are at least twenty or thirty, which is not considered those half-baked ones."

With so many, the fat man was stunned, then scratched the back of his head and turned to Old Man Wu: "Uncle Wu, when will your ban be dropped?"
Chapter completed!