Reborn in the 1980s: I made my fortune hunting wild game in Changbai Mountain

Earlier, when Yue Feng was learning hunting techniques from his master and other "outside helpers," he had used map methods to calculate the tiger's range of movement.

The same principle applies to taking out a map and calculating the possible range of movement of the characters based on the preparation of food and supplies.

The amount of food rations determines how long people and horses stay on the mountain, and the amount of mountain path people walk each day can also be estimated. By doing this, a rough range can be defined.

Combined with Zhao Dashan's experience as an old hunter in the mountains near several neighboring cities, some key information can be deduced from this.

After the map was prepared, Zhao Dashan sat in a chair and muttered to himself, silently calculating the approximate distance. Then he used a pencil stub to draw several straight lines on the map.

"Master, this thread..." Yue Feng glanced at Zhao Dashan and asked curiously.

Zhao Dashan said, "These routes are all the routes that your Uncle Wu might choose when going into the mountains!"
This is the shortest route from Tiecheng into the mountains! This one is the route to Erjiashan! The one on the far left is the route to the border of Mandalay!

Aside from these three routes, other areas only have side roads leading out of the city, reducing travel efficiency by at least half!

Yue Feng wasn't particularly affected by the two possible routes, but when he heard the words "border of Mandalay," his heart skipped a beat.

"Is it possible that Grandpa Wu is leading a hunting team towards Mandalay? That area is almost at the border; there probably aren't any old ginseng there, right?"

Zhao Dashan shook his head: "It's hard to say. If it's ginseng harvesting within the territory, there's probably no need to go through the Mandalay route. But if you're going from Iron City to South Korea or Russia, Mandalay is a necessary route!"
We don't know his specific purpose, so we can only draw out all the possibilities and then analyze and eliminate them one by one!

"Okay, let's continue with your line of thinking and analyze further!"

Zhao Dashan took a pencil, roughly traced the outline on the scale with his finger, and then drew a circle with three lines of different radii.

Yue Feng understood this clearly: the circles represented the activity ranges under different paths.

Zhao Dashan took the map and carefully examined each of the marked terrain names, then pondered for a moment.

Looking at his master's appearance, Yue Feng suppressed his curiosity and waited patiently, while pouring tea and serving it to Zhao Dashan.

Soon, Zhao Dashan drew an X in the place of the two circles with a pencil!

"Master, why did you draw an X?"

Zhao Dashan pointed to several place names on the map and said, "This area is within the territory of a state-owned forest farm, so there definitely won't be any wild ginseng here!"

Furthermore, this area is on the way to Mandalay. Given the amount of supplies they brought, following this mountain path wouldn't get them to the border, and it's probably not the optimal choice either!

"So, this route is the most likely?" Yue Feng asked, pointing to the remaining route area.

Zhao Dashan exhaled a breath of stale air, picked up his teacup, and took a sip: "Hmm, based on what we know so far, that's the estimate! But there are also many variables, such as taking a detour, or having a specific destination and going through the forest instead of taking the main road, then that's outside the scope of our calculations!"

Yue Feng nodded and pointed to the remaining area of ​​the road, asking, "Master, is there any special significance to this area?"

Zhao Dashan replied, "Over here, I remember there are a few old ginseng fields, which are the private ginseng fields of your Uncle Wu and his ginseng gang! Your uncle mentioned them to me briefly when we were drinking last time, but we didn't talk about them in detail!"

"If that's the case, then it's even more likely! Could it be that Grandpa Wu still has some precious ginseng passed down from his ancestors that he hasn't been willing to harvest?" Yue Feng asked.

Zhao Dashan put down his teacup and pursed his lips: "It's hard to say. These kinds of gangs that operate in the martial arts world might have rules or taboos that we don't know about!"
However, based on my understanding of your Uncle Wu, he has never liked doing things he's not confident about. If there's absolutely no chance, he certainly wouldn't risk it while he's ill!

"Sigh, the old man must have encountered some conditions he couldn't refuse! When I spoke to him last time, he was quite firm in his attitude, clearly telling me that he didn't want to get involved in this mess! He even consulted the oracle and said the outcome wouldn't be good!" Yue Feng sighed.

Zhao Dashan's gaze remained fixed on the map, as if he hadn't heard Yue Feng's words, staring intently at it for a long time.

Zhao Dashan raised his head and sighed: "There's a saying that goes, 'When you're in the martial world, you're not in control of your own destiny!' Your Uncle Wu has spent his whole life wandering the martial world, and there are too many things that make him have to take action!"
Putting everything else aside, if my son and I needed that old ginseng to save our lives right now, and only he could do it, do you think your uncle, given his character, would stand idly by?

Yue Feng wholeheartedly agreed with Zhao Dashan's words. Given their life-or-death friendship, Grandpa Wu would definitely not stand idly by.

Conversely, if Grandpa Wu were in dire straits and needed Yue Feng's help, he would also do his best to help without hesitation.

Revolutionary friendship is only truly demonstrated in all sorts of matters, big and small. Strictly speaking, Yue Feng still owes Wu Keji a huge favor; the old man has helped him quite a bit.

The father and son studied the map on the mountain for a long time, analyzing and sorting out all the possible situations, and then temporarily put the map aside.

With limited information, the conclusions drawn are naturally limited as well. What remains is just guessing, which can no longer be considered reasoning; it can only be described as gambling on luck.

……

For the next two days, Yue Feng came up the mountain once a day to report to his master on the phone calls. No new calls came in, which meant that everything was normal.

Yue Feng himself had a pretty good attitude, thinking that everything was normal as long as it was a good thing, it was just that Grandpa Wu was suffering a bit of hardship in the mountains while ill.

In contrast, Yue Feng felt that his master Zhao Dashan's emotional state clearly showed signs of increasing anxiety.

For the first two days, when Yue Feng came over, the two of them would drink a little wine during their meals. On the third day, when Yue Feng ate lunch on the mountain, Zhao Dashan didn't even open a bottle of wine.

"Master, how about a drink with the stewed meat we made for lunch today?" Yue Feng asked Zhao Dashan as he placed the stewed meat on the table.

Zhao Dashan frowned and shook his head: "I don't feel quite at ease today. Ever since I finished feeding the livestock this morning, my chest has been pounding. I rarely feel like this!"

"Is your chest throbbing? Does your back hurt? Do you have any other symptoms?" Yue Feng asked with concern.

"It's not a morbid throbbing, it's a kind of heart palpitation that's hard to describe! I also had this kind of throbbing when my mother passed away!" Zhao Dashan said, waving his hand.

"Don't scare me!"

"Don't drink at noon. After lunch, go down the mountain and stay home to keep watch. If any news comes from outside, send me a message immediately!"

Yue Feng nodded in agreement, adding, "Okay, don't worry, nothing will happen!"

The father and son had lunch on the mountain, but before they had finished their dry rations, Xiao Tao rode his snowmobile up the mountain.

"Brother Feng, Grandpa, something's happened!!"

Upon hearing Xiao Tao's noise, Yue Feng immediately put down his chopsticks.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Xiao Tao said very urgently, "I just got a call from Tiecheng. Grandpa Wu was ambushed by poachers in the mountains and shot! Tianming called, and I came up to find you as soon as I heard the news!"

Zhao Dashan jumped to his feet, his face grim, and asked, "Is he alright?"

"He was shot, but it doesn't seem to be a fatal wound. The specific details are still unclear! He's currently being treated at Tiecheng People's Hospital!" "Okay, I understand, Master. You stay home and rest assured. I'll go down the mountain right now to call for help!" Yue Feng didn't even finish his meal. He comforted his master and went down the mountain with Xiao Tao.

On the way down the mountain, Yue Feng learned more details from Xiao Tao's description.

Grandpa Wu was shot in the chest, but a metal box he carried close to his body blocked the fatal bullet, giving him the chance to descend the mountain alive. Among those who ambushed them were Russian poachers from across the border.

However, judging from what the other party said on the phone, the situation is not optimistic, and the injuries are quite serious.

Yue Feng drove with the accelerator almost to the floor, heading straight for the village office to make a phone call.

Immediately, Yue Feng called Wang Hu, explained the situation in detail, and asked him to help arrange for the person to be transferred to a military hospital for treatment.

After explaining the situation to Wang Hu, Yue Feng gritted his teeth and called Zhang Wenhui again.

Being ambushed and attacked by the Russians in the mountains is definitely not as simple as it sounds in a few words over the phone. Old Wu is a seasoned veteran; the person who could make him suffer must be no ordinary person.

The phone rang twice but no one answered. It finally connected on the third try.

"Hello, this is the Wacheng Supply and Marketing Cooperative. Who are you looking for?" A middle-aged woman's voice came through the phone.

"Hello, ma'am, I'm Yue from Fengcheng. Could you please help me find Zhang Wenhui at the street corner? Please tell her it's extremely urgent!"

"Okay, I'll go find it right now! Don't leave!"

After hanging up the call, Yue Feng took deep breaths, his heart pounding in his chest as if he were carrying a red-haired rabbit in his arms.

Xiao Tao, standing nearby, looked at Yue Feng with some confusion: "Brother Feng, you're looking for Brother Hui? Are you planning to call in reinforcements for revenge?"

Yue Feng nodded: "Right! We're short-handed! If it really was those Russian poachers, they'd have at least a whole team. To take them down, we'll need to call in a few more real experts! We're not sure yet whether we'll need them, but we need to prepare in advance!"

"I wonder what's going on with Brother Hui now. This is a life-or-death situation. I wonder if he's willing to get involved?" Xiao Tao scratched his head and said somewhat guiltily.

Zhang Wenhui didn't attend Xiao Tao's wedding in person last time, which made Xiao Tao somewhat less convinced of Zhang Wenhui's situation and attitude towards friends.

Yue Feng squinted and said, "Whether you're willing or not, we'll only know after you've said it! This matter is a good litmus test!"

If all else fails, I'll ask Tiger or Young Master Ye for help and find some good guys from the army! They dare to come to our territory and hurt people—they have some nerve!

The two brothers were talking when the phone rang; it was the other end calling back.

Yue Feng answered immediately: "Hello, this is Yue Feng!"

"Xiaofeng, this is Zhang Wenhui. What's wrong? Sister Wang said you need to see me urgently?" Zhang Wenhui's somewhat distorted voice came through the phone.

“Brother Hui, I really need your help! Here’s what happened: my uncle Wu Keji led a team into the mountains to dig for ginseng, but they were ambushed and injured. According to the news I’ve received, it was Russian poachers from the border who did it! I want to borrow a few skilled men from you to avenge my uncle!” Yue Feng said truthfully.

"What? How is the old man now?"

"The person was shot but survived and is still in the hospital. I don't know the specific details!"

What are you planning to do?

"What else can we do? Call in reinforcements, bring your weapons and get revenge. I have to bury all those Russian poachers on the mountain!" Yue Feng said coldly.

"Okay, I'll get the manpower ready for you right away! We need people who are good at shooting and have experience in mountain activities, right?"

"Yes! I need skilled fighters. I can provide Type 56 semi-automatic rifles and AK-47s!"

"You don't need to worry about the gun, I'll get the man arranged right away! I'll give you a definite answer by evening at the latest!"

"Okay, I'll go to Iron City first, and I'll contact you using their phone number later! That's all for now, bye!"

"it is good!"

……

After hanging up the call, Yue Feng and Xiao Tao exchanged a glance, both of them feeling relieved.

Yue Feng's judgment of people was indeed superior. At this critical juncture, Zhang Wenhui did not dodge or make excuses, but readily agreed. Now, Yue Feng no longer needed to ask Wang Hu or Ye Jianjun for help.

"Let's go! Hurry up and pack our things, let's drive to Iron City! Oh, and we have to bring Azure Dragon with us!"

"Yes! Xiaowen, Xiaowu, and I have been waiting at home for the past few days. Everything is ready in advance, and we can leave at any time!"

Soon, the four Yue brothers, carrying the weapons, supplies and other odds and ends they had prepared in advance, left their village by motorcycle and snowmobile and headed straight for Tiecheng.

Along the way, the cold wind howled, and Yue Feng's fingers were almost frozen under his thick gloves. However, he did not feel cold at all. There was a fire burning in his chest, as if it could be released at any time.

The journey that usually takes more than two hours was covered in just over an hour today.

Yue Feng rode his bicycle directly to the Municipal People's Hospital and found Tianming, who had delivered the message.

"Tianming, how is it? Apart from my uncle, is anyone else injured?" Yue Feng asked with concern.

Tianming's face was deathly pale, his eyes clearly showing signs of crying. When asked what happened, he said, "Juntian is dead! Old Mu, who was covering the rear, is temporarily out of contact. It was Xiaowu who carried my master back all by himself. Brother Feng, we must avenge Master!!!"

Upon hearing this, Yue Feng's heart skipped a beat. Had someone died? Jun Tian was dead.

Old Mu Yuefeng was not familiar with him, but since he was able to come into the mountains with him, he must be an absolute confidant.

Moreover, the task of covering the rear is mostly a dangerous situation with little chance of survival; to put it bluntly, the probabilities are not optimistic.

"Don't cry yet, where is Grandpa Wu? Where am I now?"

"He's in the emergency room. Because it's a gunshot wound, it seems we need to report it to Uncle Hat! What's the next step?"

"Don't panic, I'll handle the rest. Where's Xiao Wu? Take me to find him and find out what's going on!"

"Xiao Wu was also shot in the arm and is being treated for his injury!"

"Come on, take me there first!" (End of Chapter)