Reborn in 80: Starting with hunting in the mountains to get rich

Chapter 195 The Brown Bear in the Barn Gets Provoked

Sun Weimin was firing blindly into the cellar with his No. 16 rifle, firing with great enthusiasm. He couldn't see anything, firing left, right, up, and down, making the rifle sound like a semi-automatic, firing as if he didn't need bullets.

Old Qin reminded him, "Your son will bounce out of the cave wall in a bit."

The bullets made by the hunters in the mountains, when they hit the hard cave walls, had a chance of being bounced back. Sun Weimin had just started to grin and shout, "No way!" when suddenly a flash of fire grazed his shoulder, and the hot bullet tore his sheepskin coat, revealing the cotton wadding inside.

He was startled, a chill ran down his spine, and his heart sank. The handle was still stuck in the crack of the stone. He let go and fell backward onto the snow.

The bullet actually bounced back? What's the difference between this and a bullet exploding in the barrel?

He was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat, truly daring not to continue blindly firing at the bunker. Suddenly, there was a commotion where he had been holding the gun. The barrel was pulled in with tremendous force; had the grip not been wedged into a crevice in the rock, the entire gun would have been forced into the bunker.

Sun Weimin's anger flared up again.

Stealing a wooden stick was one thing, but stealing his beloved hunting rifle was quite another. As a respectable hunter from the Xing'an Mountains, how could he endure such humiliation? He'd already been defeated twice in front of this storage area, but now they were even trying to steal his hunting rifle?

This is simply unbearable!

Sun Weimin, strutting confidently, straightened his dog-skin hat, gripped the exposed part of the gun handle with both hands, clenched his buttocks, and pulled outwards. To gain leverage, he braced his right foot against the rocky cliff beside him, and was about to push off and lean back when suddenly a force came from the opposite direction, pulling him all the way down into the underground chamber.

He roared angrily, disregarding everything else, and threw the detonator, which was filled with explosives, into the underground chamber after lighting the fuse.

Qin Pao saw this and shouted in terror, "You bastard, you're going to die!"

The fuse was very long, more than a meter long. Sun Weimin was so anxious that he didn't even have time to shorten the fuse before throwing the detonator into the underground chamber.

This is a major no-no, as frying the entire bear is a big taboo.

Even if the bear gets hit squarely by the bomb and its gallbladder is rotten, all that effort in buying and selling will be for nothing.

But Sun Weimin didn't think so. He believed that people live for pride, and they couldn't let a big brown bear trample on their heads and run wild. No matter how fierce a bear is, it's still just livestock.

Sun Weimin threw the detonator into the storage room, then found a pile of rocks, hid behind a big tree, and squatted down with his head in his hands. He was secretly relieved; he had finally gotten rid of the beast and vented his anger. He'd shown that damned bear who the boss was!

He crouched down, covered his ears, and patiently counted, 1, 2, 3... He was puzzled. The fuse was over a meter long; it should have exploded by now. Why was there no sound? Could it be a dud?

Suddenly, there was a loud clang, and the detonator, filled with gunpowder, was thrown out of the hole.

The tiny sparks on the fuse crackled and popped, and only a small section of the fuse remained.

Qin Pao roared in shock and anger, "Get down!"

Before Sun Weimin could see clearly, he heard a tremendous tremor and a loud "boom." The violent shockwave sent him tumbling several times, his body flying through the air before crashing heavily onto the snow.

He slammed his head on a rock with a thud, and blood gushed out. He was in so much pain that he fainted.

Qin Pao wasn't much better off. The blast wave hit him too close, and he was thrown backward, plunging headfirst into a snowdrift, with only his legs sticking out.

He scrambled to pull his head out, shook it vigorously, and found he couldn't hear anything; his head was filled with a buzzing sound, and he couldn't hear any other sound. This was the tinnitus caused by a close-range explosion.

He shook his head, feeling dizzy, and saw only the eyes of the wolf he kept, along with several hunting dogs, angrily barking and barking wildly at him from behind.

His heart skipped a beat, and he knew he was in trouble.

The bear has left the warehouse.

After the explosion, a rustling sound came from the cave entrance. A bear, taller than an adult when standing, staggered out of the underground chamber, knocked over the remaining detonators and explosives with one paw, grabbed the remaining fuses on the ground and tore them angrily, then greedily licked them.

Old Qin finally got a good look at the size of this behemoth; it was over two meters tall when it stood up!

He was quite startled, but remained calm. He had already made eye contact with the bear and shouted for the hounds to charge and harass it.

But Da Hu was Li Ju'an's alpha dog, and he wouldn't obey his orders. Da Hu stiffened his neck, grabbed the leash, and ran back, leading his pack of hunting dogs to a distance of several hundred meters. At his feet, only the eyes of the wolf he kept were left.

Old Qin cursed under his breath, utterly disappointed in Big Tiger, and shouted for Wolf Eyes to stop the bear. But Wolf Eyes was also perceptive; upon seeing the giant brown bear, over 2 meters tall, it was like Mount Tai pressing down on him. Its ferocious aura alone made Wolf Eyes only dare to howl, not dare to charge forward.

The bear roared angrily at the wolf and the fleeing hunting dogs.

throat!

The low-frequency bear roar, carrying the pungent smell of drool, echoed through the forest, creating a truly eerie sound.

Upon hearing the bear's roar up close, Qin Pao instinctively felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, like an electric shock, his hair stood on end, and his legs went weak uncontrollably.

Even though he was an experienced hunter and had heard bear roars many times, he still felt a chill run down his spine in front of such a huge brown bear. The intense instinctive fear sent a shiver down his spine and instantly made his face turn cold.

Thankfully, Sun Weimin hit the back of his head and passed out, otherwise he would have been scared to death.

Qin Pao was a ruthless man. He pulled out his hunting rifle from his back, aimed it at the brown bear, and pulled the trigger.

Bang! A muffled gunshot rang out, and the snow on the trees was shaken off.

The shot hit the brown bear's skull, but did not cause any real damage. Its skull bones were incredibly strong; even Sun Weimin's dozen or so small-caliber bullets hadn't penetrated them last time. Qin Pao's shot similarly enraged the brown bear, causing it to charge straight at him.

Bears have this characteristic: whoever fires a gun, they pounce on them, recklessly charging forward with the gun barrel pointed at them, showing no fear whatsoever.

Otherwise, why would people say that bears are harder to fight than tigers?

Tigers know to run when they hear a gunshot, and they are intimidating. But bears are different. Unless a shot pierces a bear's skull and kills it, even if the shot hits its heart or lungs, the bear can still pounce fiercely, grab the hunter, shove him between its legs, and crush him to pieces with its weight of over a thousand pounds, causing his internal organs to burst out and splatter all over his face.

Qin Pao was understandably nervous. Large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He ran around the two campfires in a figure-eight pattern, and at lightning speed, he picked up his gun, unloaded it, reloaded it, and fired another shot.

boom!

However, this shot also missed the brown bear's vital spot, hitting its shoulder instead.

The brown bear was sleeping soundly in the barn and wasn't moving very fast. But those two shots woke it up, and it pounced on Old Qin like a madman.

The snare was still some distance from the brown bear. Old Qin nervously broke out in a cold sweat. Oh no.