Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The woods were deathly quiet.

Behind that crooked pine tree, the old man's hand, which was holding a pipe, froze for a long time.

Suddenly, a muffled sigh escaped from his withered chest, like that of a defeated old dog.

"Young man, you're ruthless."

The old man shook his head, slowly loosening his grip on the extended homemade gun with his right hand, and the muzzle drooped down into the mud.

"Er Kui, put the gun away."

Er Kui was stunned, his face filled with resentment and astonishment, his lips, which were purple from the cold, trembling: "Master, is this how it is..."

"I told you to take it!"

The old man suddenly turned his head, a fierce glint flashing in his cloudy eyes. Er Kui shrank back in fright, quickly took the old cannon off his shoulder, and retreated behind a tree.

Seeing his apprentice leave, the old man turned back to the old red pine tree where Zhao Shanhe was hiding dozens of meters away, and put on an extremely sincere and even somewhat ingratiating bitter smile.

"Young man, I was blinded by greed just now and didn't fully understand your abilities."

The old man tapped his pipe on the sole of his shoe, his tone revealing a sense of resigned helplessness: "You're right, the forest in early spring is damp and chilling to the bone. If we really wait until nightfall, all three of us will be buried with these dead wolves."

As he spoke, he very slowly reached into the inner pocket of his tattered sheepskin coat.

Zhao Shanhe hid behind a tree, his thumb pressing firmly on the hammer without relaxing for a moment, his eyes coldly watching the old man's every move.

What the old man pulled out wasn't a hand grenade, but a greasy, military-green iron liquor flask.

"This pot contains genuine, strong liquor. You were injured earlier, so keep it to wipe your wound and keep warm."

The old man raised the wine jug in his hand and flicked his wrist.

With a whoosh.

The iron wine jug traced an arc in mid-air before landing steadily in the muddy snow-covered ground between the two men, less than five steps from the red pine tree where Zhao Shanhe was hiding.

"The wolf pelt is yours, and this wine is the old man's way of apologizing for the medicine you're taking."

The old man slung his spear over his back, raised his hands with an extremely shrewd air, and, dragging his lame leg, retreated step by step into the deeper part of the forest: "We'll each go our own way, the road is wide open."

A wisp of pungent alcohol emanating from the wine jug drifted to the foot of the red pine tree.

All of this seems too reasonable.

A shrewd hunter, after assessing the risk of mutual destruction, decisively chose to cut off his tail to survive, and even left behind supplies for peace of mind.

Any hunter who has been on edge all day would breathe a sigh of relief the moment the formidable enemy retreated, and might even instinctively want to step out from behind the tree to retrieve the wine jug.

But on the high slope to the right, which is out of Zhao Shanhe's sight.

In a crater covered with withered pine needles, a gun barrel, painted grayish-brown with mud, was locked on a spot three steps away from the wine jug.

Behind the rifle butt, a muscular man with a striking resemblance to the old man lay prone.

He was like a stone that had been soaking in ice water for three days, even his breath seemed to melt into the wind. He didn't care how his own father was acting like a grandson down below; he just kept his eyes half-closed and remained motionless, his finger lightly resting on the trigger.

That was a perfect cross-sniping blind spot.

The old man threw away his wine jug with great care.

As long as Zhao Shanhe felt the danger was over, as long as he stepped out from behind the red pine tree to get the wine jug, or even as long as his body was more than a foot away from the tree trunk's cover.

This lead pellet will instantly smash the back of his head.

After hearing the old man's footsteps receding into the distance, Zhao Shanhe, who was behind the red pine tree, did not relax but became even more vigilant.

This is completely unreasonable.

In this ruthless forest, why would you betray yourself to a stranger with whom you've just made an enemy, a man armed with a gun? Doesn't this old bastard fear that I'll just pop out from behind cover and shoot him through the heart?

The only explanation is that this old dog isn't afraid of him showing his face at all.

He wished he could walk out from behind the tree with a gun in his hand.

If you dare to step out of the cover of this red pine tree and aim at their backs, there will definitely be a loaded gun in the shadows that will instantly shatter your skull.

The retreat was a ruse; the real intention was to create an opening to lure the enemy in.

Zhao Shanhe glanced at his feet out of the corner of his eye.

Qinglong lay in the cold mud, not even glancing at the father and son walking further and further away.

Its wolf-like ears were tucked back tightly, and its eerie green eyes were fixed on the pile of rocks on the high slope to the right of Zhao Shanhe.

Zhao Shanhe understood everything instantly.

This is a deadly trap.

The two below are playing the fool, throwing out bait, while the one above is holding a gun, ready to kill him.

If he dares to leave the tree trunk by even half a foot to reach the wine jug, he will immediately become a headless corpse.

A hint of extreme cruelty flashed in Zhao Shanhe's eyes.

Trying to hook me up?

Zhao Shanhe was not in a hurry. He braced himself against the tree trunk with one hand and very discreetly took off the pigskin vest on his left arm, which had been torn apart by the wolf king and was stained with blood.

He gripped the broken-backed hunting knife in his left hand, poked the tip into the hole in his vest, and took a deep breath.

next second.

Zhao Shanhe suddenly threw the blood-stained vest, close to the ground, towards the wine pot!

A black shadow suddenly darted out from behind the tree.

boom!

On the high slope to the right, a deafening old-fashioned gunpowder gun roared to life.

Large amounts of iron shot and lead pellets rained down in a fan shape. The pigskin vest was torn into shreds in mid-air, and the shredded garment, covered in mud and snow, crashed heavily to the ground. Even the iron wine jug was struck by the iron shot, sending sparks flying.

The gun was fired.

The instant the white plume of smoke appeared on the high slope, Zhao Shanhe moved.

He didn't even look at the torn vest. Instead, under the cover of the gunfire, he suddenly slid out from the left side of the red pine tree, instantly leveling the lever rifle in his hand.

The man hiding in the pile of rocks on the high slope hadn't even had time to see if his prey was dead or not when he was met with a dark gun barrel.

boom!

Zhao Shanhe's fingers were steady without trembling at all, and the flames, more than a meter long, instantly tore through the cold wind of early spring.

A blinding cloud of blood mist exploded on the high slope.

Before the man could even utter a sound, half of his head was smashed like a watermelon by a hammer, and he tumbled down from the pile of rocks, crashing heavily into the muddy water like a tattered sack.

In the woods not far away, the old man who had been pretending to retreat suddenly turned around.

When he saw the still-steaming corpse on the ground, all the cunning, scheming, and composure on the old man's face froze instantly, his features contorting in pain.

"Big Dragon!"

The old man let out a heart-wrenching scream, a sound like a broken saw blade soaked in ice water, filled with endless despair.

Without pausing for a moment, Zhao Shanhe skillfully snapped his right index and middle fingers downwards.

Click!

The brass cartridge case traced a graceful arc in mid-air.

He turned his gun and locked it firmly on the old fox who had completely collapsed not far away, his voice as cold as a demon crawling out of hell:

"Old man, your wine is too hot. You should save it for the two of you to drink on your way to the underworld."