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Before the morning mist had dissipated, Lin Feng had already vanished into the lush forest behind the mountain like a lurking cheetah. He didn't bring his shortbow—it was an unfinished backup. On his shoulder slung his iron-spine bow, the one that had accompanied him through countless battles and tasted blood, and thirty finely crafted arrows, cold and neatly arranged, filled his quiver. A-Yue silently followed a few steps behind him, carrying an empty basket in her hand. Her face was still covered in dust, but her eyes were more focused than usual as she scanned the surrounding trees and bushes.

A-Yue followed, initially obeying instructions mechanically, but gradually, a barely perceptible look of surprise appeared on her dusty face. This silent man seemed to have a deeper understanding of the mountains and forests than even the most experienced hunters on the grasslands. The way he looked at the tracks wasn't guesswork, but a firm judgment; the paths he chose were circuitous yet efficient, always cleverly avoiding dead branches and fallen leaves, hiding himself in the shadows or against the wind.

"Here." Lin Feng stopped at the edge of a bush on a sunny slope. There were fresh, small, plum-blossom-shaped footprints on the ground, along with a few still-damp black droppings. He crouched down, rubbed some soil between his fingers, and sniffed it. "Pheasants, just recently, more than one," he said in a low voice, his tone steady, devoid of any hunter's excitement, only a calm statement.

Following his gaze, A-Yue only saw messy grass. If he hadn't pointed it out, she wouldn't have noticed those subtle traces at all.

Lin Feng didn't immediately give chase. He untied his basket and took out several more ingenious snares and trigger mechanisms he had hastily made overnight. These mechanisms, made of flexible vines, sharpened hardwood, and triggers, were simple yet effective, quite different from the rough snares commonly used by local hunters. He selected several crevices in the bushes or the edges of shallow pits where pheasants might pass, cleverly camouflaging the mechanisms to blend them into the surrounding environment. His movements were quick and precise, as if he had practiced them a thousand times.

"Setting an ambush is less strenuous than chasing," he explained as he set up the plan, more like talking to himself than imparting experience to the silent observer behind him. "Understand them, and let them do as they please."

A-Yue watched silently, memorizing his techniques.

Having set up the trap area, Lin Feng continued deeper. The fog gradually dissipated, and dappled light and shadow filled the forest. A soft rustling sound came from ahead, like an animal treading on fallen leaves. Lin Feng raised his hand to signal a halt, his body slightly lowered, like a rock blending into its surroundings. A-Yue immediately held her breath, hiding behind a thick tree trunk.

Through the gaps in the branches and leaves, several grayish-brown wild rabbits could be seen nibbling on the roots of grass in a sparse meadow not far away, their long ears twitching from time to time, full of vigilance.

Lin Feng slowly took down the iron-backed bow and nocked an arrow. He didn't rush to aim, but instead observed the positions of the rabbits, the wind direction, and their possible escape routes. His breathing became long and shallow, his arm holding the bow was as steady as a rock, and his gaze locked onto the largest male rabbit, the one furthest from the cover.

Eighty paces, a gentle breeze, the target moving intermittently.

Just as the male rabbit stopped chewing and looked up—

The bowstring hummed softly yet sharply, and the sound of the arrow piercing the air was almost drowned out by the wind.

"puff!"

The arrow struck the hare with perfect accuracy, piercing through its neck and pinning it firmly to the ground! The hare didn't even have time to kick before it died.

Startled, the other rabbits leaped up, but not blindly; instead, they instinctively fled towards the nearest bushes. The route Lin Feng had previously observed and predicted happened to include a rabbit that would pass through another trigger-type snare area he had cleverly concealed with dead leaves.

"Whoosh!" The second arrow shot out almost immediately after the first, its target the ground in front of the rabbit that was running in the lead and about to step into the snare. The arrow sank deep into the ground with a dull thud.

The sudden sound and the imminent threat startled the lead hare, causing it to instinctively leap sideways, landing precisely where it had been—

With a soft "snap!", the snare under the withered leaves sprang up and precisely caught the rabbit's hind leg, tightening quickly and hanging it upside down, where it struggled in vain.

In the blink of an eye, one was killed and the other captured.

A-Yue's pupils contracted slightly. She wasn't unfamiliar with excellent archery; even the most skilled archers on the grasslands could hit a target from a hundred paces. But Lin Feng's arrows were different. It wasn't just simple precision, but a cold calculation incorporating prediction, guidance, and the use of the environment. The first arrow was a kill shot, the second a driving and locating attack, and the trap was a death trap laid long ago. The entire process was fluid and seamless, without a single superfluous movement, like a precisely operating killing machine.

Lin Feng put away his bow, walked over, deftly pulled out an arrow, wiped the blood off the rabbit's fur, and put it back in his quiver. He then untied the snareed rabbit, snapped its neck, and tossed it into the basket Ah Yue handed him. His movements were practiced and indifferent, as if it weren't killing, but simply completing a necessary task.

"Continue," he said briefly, his gaze already fixed on the depths of the forest.

A-Yue hoisted the basket filled with prey onto her back, feeling its heavy weight, not just in terms of physical weight, but also in a strange emotion. She watched Lin Feng's silent figure clearing the way ahead, his upright posture appearing and disappearing among the trees, as if he were the true predator of this mountain forest.

They came to a mountain stream, where the water flowed gently and the surrounding soil was damp, with more messy hoof prints and signs of grazing.

"There are roe deer, and maybe even bigger ones." Lin Feng squatted down, carefully examining the marks on the mud, measuring the depth and spacing of the hoofprints with his fingers. "There's more than one, and one of them is very large; it's a male." A sharp glint flashed in his eyes; large prey meant more meat and more valuable fur.

Instead of pursuing them rashly, he chose a spot upwind, behind a rock, where he could see a relatively flat meadow below the stream. "Wait here. They'll come to drink."

The wait was long, but Lin Feng was extremely patient, as still as a rock, even his breathing was slowed to its lowest point. A-Yue followed his example, hiding behind another rock and waiting quietly. Time passed slowly, with only the sounds of wind, water, and the occasional birdsong.

Finally, the bushes downstream rustled, and several brownish-gray deer cautiously poked their heads out, looking around for a long time before slowly strolling to the water's edge to drink. One of the male deer was particularly robust, its shoulder height almost reaching its waist, and the nascent horns on its head indicated that it was already an adult.

Lin Feng slowly drew back his bow once more. This time, he took a little longer to aim, seemingly calculating the angle, wind speed, and the roe deer's possible reaction.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow left the bowstring with an even sharper whistle than before!

The robust male roe deer was drinking water when the arrow arrived in an instant. It did not aim for the torso (its thick fur might not be fatal), but instead precisely pierced the weak spot behind its ear where its cervical vertebrae connect!

"Moo—!" The male deer let out a short and mournful howl, its huge body suddenly stood up, then crashed to its side, its limbs twitching, clearly dying.

The other deer were so frightened that they scattered and fled.

Just as Lin Feng got up, preparing to collect this greatest spoils of war, a sudden change occurred!

From the dense forest upstream of the mountain stream, a series of crashing sounds suddenly rang out! A huge black shadow smashed through the bushes, plunging down with a stench! It was an adult wild boar attracted by the scent of roe deer blood! This beast was nearly a meter tall at the shoulder, with bristles like spears, tusks turned outwards, and its small, red eyes filled with rage and greed as it charged straight at them!

"Back off!" Lin Feng shouted sharply, his voice not loud but filled with an undeniable urgency.

He instantly slung the Ironback Bow behind his back and drew the gleaming military knife from his waist. Against such a tough-skinned, fiercely charging beast, arrows might be ineffective at close range.

A-Yue reacted extremely quickly. As soon as Lin Feng spoke, she took several steps back and pulled out the rusty wood-chopping knife she always carried from beside her basket. She held it horizontally in front of her, her eyes fixed on the charging wild boar. Her body was slightly bent, and she adopted a fighting stance, showing none of the panic of an ordinary woman.

The wild boar charged with tremendous force, like a runaway chariot, and was upon them in the blink of an eye, its foul stench assaulting their senses! It seemed to have judged Lin Feng to be the greater threat, growling and aiming its tusks at him before charging headfirst into him!

Instead of retreating, Lin Feng advanced. Just as the wild boar was about to collide with him, his body slid to the side like a ghost, narrowly avoiding a head-on collision. At the same time, a flash of cold light appeared in his military knife, and he precisely slashed upwards at the side of the wild boar's relatively soft neck!

"Thud!" The blade pierced flesh, but the wild boar's hide was thick and its charging momentum was great. Although the cut was deep, it was not fatal. Instead, it aroused its even more ferocious nature. The wild boar let out a miserable howl, twisted its body violently, and swept its thick body with tremendous force!

Lin Feng seemed to have anticipated this. Having landed a successful blow, he didn't linger. He propelled himself backward like a willow catkin, dodging the sweeping attack once more. The wild boar couldn't turn around in time, exposing its side.

It's now!

Ah Yue, who had been waiting in the wings, moved! Unlike ordinary people who screamed and slashed wildly, she was like a lurking mother leopard, seizing the moment when the wild boar turned around and was in a blind spot, and suddenly pounced! The rusty machete in her hand drew an unadorned but extremely ruthless arc, slashing hard at the joint of one of the wild boar's hind legs!

"Crack!" A tooth-grinding sound of bones breaking rang out! The wild boar's hind legs buckled, its massive body lost its balance, and it crashed to one side!

How could Lin Feng let such a golden opportunity slip by? He followed closely like a shadow, his military knife transforming into a bolt of cold lightning, plunging deep into the wild boar's gaping throat, exposed by its painful screams, all the way to the hilt! Then, with a sudden twist and turn of his wrist!

The wild boar's howling stopped abruptly, leaving only a gurgling sound of air leaking from its throat. Its massive body convulsed violently a few times before becoming still again.

From the moment the wild boar suddenly attacked to its death, only a dozen or so breaths passed.

Lin Feng slowly drew his blood-soaked military knife, wiped it clean on the wild boar's coarse bristles, and sheathed it. His breathing was steady, as if the life-or-death struggle that had just occurred was nothing out of the ordinary.

He glanced at the deep, bone-revealing wound on the wild boar's hind leg—Ah Yue's knife strike, with its perfect timing, angle, and force, was something no ordinary person could achieve.

A-Yue straightened up, her chest rising and falling slightly. Her hand gripping the woodcutter's knife was as steady as a rock. Her dusty face remained expressionless, but when she looked at Lin Feng, her eyes held less indifference and more of an indescribable solemnity. Their cooperation just now was almost instinctive, silent yet highly efficient.

Lin Feng walked to the dead male roe deer, checked the arrows, and confirmed that the roe deer was completely dead before beginning to treat it. He cut open the roe deer's neck to let it bleed. A-Yue also silently walked over and began to bleed and gut the wild boar with her own machete.

Neither of them spoke; the only sounds were the blade slicing through flesh, blood gushing out, and the wind and birdsong rising again in the mountains and forests.

When Lin Feng and A Yue dragged the heavy roe deer and wild boar, and carried baskets full of rabbits and pheasants back to the courtyard, the setting sun had already dyed the sky red.

In the courtyard, Shi Xiu, who was drying wild vegetables, and Liu Yun, who was teaching Shi Cao'er to read, were both stunned by the astonishing harvest.

Not just one or two, but a massive roe deer, plus a wild boar even larger than the roe deer! And a basket full of rabbits and pheasants! This... this is the haul from a day's hunt?

Lin Feng tossed the prey to the ground and turned to Shi Xiu, saying, "Skin the roe deer intact and tan it properly; it'll be useful in winter. Wild boar hide is too thick and tanning is troublesome, but keep the bristles and tusks. Clean out all the meat; render the fat into lard and marinate and smoke the lean meat." His tone was calm, as if what he had brought back wasn't some enormous creature that any hunter would boast about for a long time, but just ordinary firewood.

He then looked at A-Yue and nodded: "The wood-chopping knife is ruined, I'll make you a new one later."

He paused, then added, "You did a good job just now."

A-Yue held the rusty hatchet, its blade completely chipped and broken, her head lowered, her expression unreadable, but she subtly nodded her chin.

Shi Xiu and Liu Yun snapped out of their daze and rushed to help. Processing so much prey was a huge undertaking, but besides shock, their eyes gleamed with excitement. So much meat! Perhaps this winter, they really wouldn't have to go hungry!

That evening, the aroma of meat wafting from the courtyard was exceptionally rich. A large pot was simmering wild boar leg bones and roe deer meat, the fat rolling on the surface of the soup.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was somewhat different.

Shi Cao'er gnawed on the charred venison ribs, her mouth dripping with oil, her eyes crinkling into crescents with happiness. Shi Xiu and Liu Yun kept piling the fattest pieces of meat into Lin Feng and A Yue's bowls, their eyes filled with undisguised admiration and... a kind of almost dependent reassurance.

Lin Feng ate silently, calculating in his mind: the roe deer meat and wild boar meat, if eaten sparingly and preserved by smoking, would last a long time. The fur could be used for warmth or traded for other supplies. This harvest not only solved the food crisis, but more importantly, it silently demonstrated its strength to everyone in the family, and also to potential prying eyes (such as the village head's family).

Hunting is never just about obtaining food. It's also a declaration of power, the establishment of order, and... a test of trust. Clearly, today's unexpected hunt has yielded far more than anticipated. The upcoming "land grab" operation seems to have gained even more confidence.