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

In a 1v4 midnight armed raid, legendary hunter Zhao Dashan, still sharp as ever, easily took down four armed assassins without even scratching his skin, expending ten bullets, plus one hunting dog killed and another wounded.

The old man carried the injured female dog into the house, turned on the gas lamp and adjusted the stove fire to its strongest setting before finding the first-aid kit to treat the dog's wound.

The little female dog that Zhao Dashan had such high hopes for was wounded; its bones had been shattered by the bullet, and its paws and hind legs were only connected by a little bit of skin.

This injury is beyond the point of needing bone setting or suturing; even if it were treated, there would be no way to preserve function.

The old man immediately applied a tourniquet to the upper part of the severed limb to stop the bleeding. After stopping the bleeding, he sterilized the knife over a high temperature on a stove and then cut off the remaining limb.

The dog whimpered in pain, but there was nothing the old man could do. He kept comforting the little guy, quickly cleaned and disinfected the wound, and then used a suture needle to stitch up the broken limb.

After a flurry of activity, the little female dog's broken leg was treated. The old man put away his medical kit and then scooped water from the water tank to wash his blood-stained hands.

Having been a hunter his whole life, Zhao Dashan's heart was colder and harder than the leg spike in his hand.

He washed his hands, dried them with a towel, and then walked around the body of the breaching assault soldier still lying at the door and returned to the yard.

After examining the bodies, Coal Ball had regained some composure. He was now squatting there, guarding the three corpses outside, while constantly licking the dog he had killed in his arms.

This litter of wolf-blooded puppies can be said to have been raised by Coal Ball from puppyhood. Coal Ball himself is very mischievous, but he is very tolerant of the puppies.

When the dogs play with it in the yard, sometimes they lose their temper and bite it. Even when it hurts, Coal Ball doesn't get angry easily. At most, it gets annoyed and just runs into the house. It's better to avoid trouble than to fight back.

Now, his close companion has been shot and killed by bad guys. Coal Ball is very depressed and licks the fist-sized wound on his companion's body, unwilling to give up on saving him.

"Alright, Coal Ball, go rest in the barn! Flying Tiger got killed by the bad guys! Let's avenge him!"

Zhao Dashan comforted Meiqiu with a word, then pulled the completely stiff Feihu corpse out of Meiqiu's arms.

When his companion's body was taken away by its owner, Coal Ball let out a low growl of resentment. Right in front of the old man, it pounced on the nearest enemy's corpse and slammed its huge paws down on the corpse's head.

Well, what was originally a fairly intact head was smashed into a rotten watermelon by terrifying force.

After finishing pounding the coal, he grabbed the cotton coat from the corpse's back and swung it around violently, venting his anger.

"Alright! Let go! Go to the quiet woodshed and take a nap!!"

Zhao Dashan was afraid that the coal briquettes would destroy all the corpses, so he hurriedly spoke up to stop the shouting.

Zhao Dashan wouldn't handle the bodies of the four gunmen who broke into the yard on his own. He would definitely go down the mountain to call the police after dawn and then let Uncle Hat handle the aftermath.

In this situation, it is crucial to preserve as much evidence as possible at the scene, since there are no high-tech gadgets like video surveillance available now.

Under Grandpa Zhao's scolding, Coal Ball dropped the corpse and, panting heavily, went into the woodshed next door.

Grandpa Zhao glanced at the corpse with his flashlight and sighed helplessly.

His head was smashed open, and his face was barely recognizable, making it much more difficult to identify Uncle Hat.

"You guys are all great! Keep an eye on the yard, and no one is allowed to bite these corpses!!"

Zhao Dashan praised the other dogs a few times, then checked each one to make sure no one was injured before turning around and going to the warehouse.

The wooden door of the main house was kicked down, and the house was drafty and unusable for the night. The old man simply took the wooden door of the storeroom off the hinge and put it on the door frame of the main house. He closed the door, added coal to the stove again, and then returned to the bedroom.

The window glass was shattered by a bullet, so the old man simply grabbed a blanket and used it to temporarily block the hole.

After temporarily fixing the doors and windows, the old man went back to rest on the kang (a heated brick bed).

This alone shows how fierce Grandpa Zhao's temperament is.

There were three corpses in the courtyard, and on the ground of the outer room separated by a wall, lay an unlucky fellow whose head had been blown off by a bullet.

The room reeked of blood, but the old man wasn't afraid at all.

Zhao Dashan got dressed, lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed), and within ten minutes, he was snoring evenly.

This mental fortitude is as if he had just slaughtered four pigs, not four assassins.

……

Just as a bloody battle had ended at the breeding farm, Lao Ji, having timed it perfectly, returned from his hiding place to the outskirts of the mining area's residential compound.

It was already past 2 a.m., but the duty room in the family compound was still crowded with people.

Old Ji hid in the distance and observed for more than an hour, but still did not get a suitable opportunity.

The temporary mine security team members would patrol the key passages around the family compound in groups of three, armed with guns, every 20 minutes.

Six people per team, divided into two groups, taking turns patrolling with guns. With this setup, it would be very difficult to launch a direct assault.

If a shot is fired, even the slightest sound will immediately bring other personnel out of the house to fill in and join the fight.

Having lost the initiative and lacking any advantage in firearms, even if Lao Ji were a sharpshooter, he wouldn't stand a chance of winning.

The more vigilant and heavily guarded the enemy is, the closer Lao Ji's guess is to the truth.

After hiding and staking out the perimeter for a long time, Lao Ji quietly withdrew from the outer perimeter of the community's gatehouse, and unnoticed, circled around the community's perimeter before scaling the wall and sneaking over from the southeast corner of the furthest building.

Entering the building from the normal unit entrance is definitely impossible, but nowadays, if you're brave enough, you can climb up the old-style buildings by using the water pipes in other locations or the iron railings on the first and second floors.

Taking advantage of a break in his patrol, Lao Ji sprinted along the corner of the wall and quickly arrived at the window of the target building.

He looked up at the situation above, then, with a gun on his back and a leg iron in his mouth, he climbed up the iron bars of the security window on the first floor with his bare hands.

Using the security bars and drainpipe, Lao Ji easily climbed to the window on the third floor, pressed his ear against the cold, bone-chilling wall, and quietly listened to the sounds coming from inside.

The room on the third floor was dark, but after listening for a while, Lao Ji was sure he hadn't gone to the wrong place; he had guessed right!
The logic is simple: there's someone in the room, and this person isn't asleep yet. They're talking quietly and making rustling noises, probably packing some valuables or clothing in the dark.

"Mom, Xiaoxue and I are hungry. Could you make us something to eat? We didn't eat anything last night!"

"Xiao Jun, your dad and second uncle will be here to pick us up soon! Once we're settled, we'll get you some chicken drumsticks! You and your sister can bear with it for now!"

Inside the house, a little boy of about seven or eight years old seemed to be begging an adult to get him some food.

When Lao Ji heard the name "Xiao Jun," he instinctively clenched his fist.

That son of a bitch Qiao Wentao, he let someone harm his youngest son.

Now his son is just a wall away from him.

If the other party hadn't been so alert as to keep the lights off and draw the thick curtains so they couldn't see inside, Lao Ji would have loved to immediately pick up his gun and shoot through the window. Enraged, Lao Ji took a deep breath, gripping the drainpipe with one hand and holding the knife in the other, using the tip to probe the crack in the window.

It was the dead of winter, and all the windows were locked. I tried checking them several times, but there was no response at all.

After a moment's thought, Lao Ji picked up the dagger again, gripped the windowsill with both hands, and moved towards another room.

This is the kitchen window inside the house. Because it's cold in winter, many things like frozen meat and fish are left outside the window to be preserved naturally.

When you need to eat something, you open the window in advance and bring the frozen food inside to thaw. This is a unique feature of the Northeast region, whether in the city or the countryside.

Old Ji went to the window outside the kitchen on the third floor, gently placed his feet on the security bars on the second floor for support, and after a few breaths, he began to hold the knife in one hand and continue to repeat the operation of picking at the window cracks.

Perhaps because the kitchen window was small and frequently opened to retrieve frozen goods, it didn't have an inner lock. Old Ji easily pried the window open a crack with just a touch of the blade of his knife.

Old Ji's face lit up with joy. Without hesitation, he pried open the kitchen window, then used the leverage to push himself up and squeezed into the window opening.

The window was opened, and instantly the cold air from outside rushed into the room.

"Mom, it looks like the kitchen window was blown open by the wind!" Xiao Jun was the first to notice and reminded his mother inside.

"Go close the windows and lock the light switch! Once we leave, this house will be empty for a while! Be careful and don't bump into anything!" a woman's voice replied.

"Oh!"

Xiao Jun groped his way into the kitchen and then reached out to close the window.

Suddenly, I felt my mouth being covered by a pair of large, strong hands. Before I could make a sound, a sharp dagger was plunged diagonally into my heart.

In just a few seconds, Qiao Wentao's son was killed by Lao Ji with a single stab.

After Lao Ji finished, he gently placed the body next to the stove, cleared a path, and then casually closed the window.

He wiped the blood off the dagger with a kitchen rag, then tiptoed out of the kitchen and crept towards where Qiao Wentao's wife was outside.

The room was indeed extremely dark, and Lao Ji could only make out the general outline.

A plump woman was hurrying to pack her belongings on the bed. In the living room next to her bedroom, two large suitcases were already full.

Old Ji was afraid there were other adults around, so he stood at the door and quietly observed for a few seconds.

At this moment, Qiao Wentao's wife, who was working with her head down, sniffed the air, put down what she was doing, and suddenly turned around.

The scene was extremely terrifying.

Their eyes met, and Lao Ji was less than three meters away from the other person.

what! ! ! !

A bloodcurdling scream, far exceeding the decibel level of a normal cry, came from Qiao Wentao's wife's mouth. Old Ji tried to cover her mouth, but it was too late.

Old Ji, who was a beat slow, rushed forward and swung the dagger in his hand at the vital spot on the neck without hesitation.

The fat woman instinctively raised her arm to block, but the dagger's blade sliced ​​across her arm and then cut a horrific gash across her face.

Old Ji grabbed the other man's hair and forced his head down, then stabbed him again with the dagger in his hand.

He stabbed through the front of the lung with a knife, pulled it out, and then stabbed it again.

Even after being stabbed three times, the other person still tried to scream and resist.

With his final cut, Lao Ji severed the trachea in the neck, causing blood from the carotid artery to spurt out and spray all over Lao Ji's face.

"Auntie! What's wrong?"

Hearing the noise from the bedroom, another little girl reached out and turned on the incandescent light switch in the living room.

For a moment, Old Ji's eyes were blurred by the light.

Outside was a little girl dressed in pretty clothes, the daughter of the second son, Qiao Wenbin, nicknamed Nannan. Old Ji had even drunk her 100-day celebration wine.

The Qiao family's breach of rules had harmed their own son, and Old Ji felt no guilt whatsoever, rushing forward in a single stride.

Suddenly, a child's scream was heard from the third floor, and the lights quickly went out again.

Downstairs in the guardhouse, the members of the mining team who were warming themselves by the stove just a moment ago were bragging when the leader of a squad suddenly looked up and glanced at the third floor.

"Something's wrong, guys! The lights are on in Boss Qiao's house! I just heard what sounded like a scream!"

"Grab your gear, someone's coming up to the third floor!"

At the squad leader's command, the six men quickly grabbed their weapons and rushed out of the guardhouse.

The moment they stepped out of the house, the lights on the third floor went out, which was even more unusual. The six men released the safety pins, grabbed their guns, and headed straight for the building entrance.

On the other side, Lao Ji, who had already gotten three kills, knew that turning on the lights and screaming meant he had most likely been exposed, so he instinctively tried to run away.

However, while passing through the living room, he tripped over a box, fell down, and the box fell to the ground, unlocking itself.

When Lao Ji got up, he grabbed something that was sticking out of the box. He rubbed it between his fingers, and a familiar scent of ink filled his nostrils.

Without even turning on the light, Lao Ji knew there was money in his hand. He grabbed the box in the dark and lifted it up. The whole box was full of banknotes!

Old Ji made a decision instantly, turned around and went into the bedroom, pulled off the blood-stained bed sheet, wrapped the box in a large bundle, and threw it out of the kitchen window.

The person left through the window, using the security bars on the second-floor bed railing as footholds, and nimbly reached the second-floor window before leaping down.

After landing, Lao Ji glanced around and then, carrying the banknotes, sprinted away in the direction he had planned to escape.

By the time the mine security team heard the commotion and rushed downstairs, Lao Ji had already grabbed the money and rushed to the corner of the wall.

Old Ji suddenly exerted force with both arms, threw the money over the wall, then took a few steps back, took a running start, and quickly climbed onto the top of the wall.

At this moment, the pursuers also saw Lao Ji, who had already climbed onto the wall, and raised their guns to fire.

Bang bang bang bang!
A series of bullets struck the area around the top of the wall.

Old Ji felt a slight numbness in his left shoulder, as if he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and his entire left arm instantly became powerless.

He didn't even bother to check his injuries; with a leap, he disappeared beyond the wall. (End of Chapter)