Chapter 1780
You can't hit a smiling face
Because in these mountains, wild boars have very few natural predators, and for large herds of wild boars like this, there are even fewer natural predators.
Apart from Siberian tigers and larger Amur leopards that dare to hunt wild boars among herds, wolf packs and jackal packs dare not approach them.
There's no way around it; wild boars aren't sheep. These creatures are ferocious beasts, not only with a very volatile temperament but also with formidable killing power. Their bite force is even stronger than that of wolves and jackals.
It's important to know that even tigers and Amur leopards generally won't venture near large herds of wild boars unless they're extremely hungry.
Furthermore, whether it's a tiger hunting a wild boar or a leopard hunting a wild boar, they would normally disperse the wild boar herd and would never allow the wild boars to gather together, thus posing a threat to the tiger or leopard.
Therefore, the sudden appearance of these wild boars in large groups must be due to human intervention.
Sure enough, after waiting for a short while, the sounds of shouting, banging pots and gongs came from the other side of the mountain.
In other words, the real deal has appeared!
However, it is quite clear that these people are taking unnecessary risks.
The phrase "冒仗了" is slang used in hunting; to put it bluntly, it means "failed," implying that the hunt was unsuccessful.
However, it is worth noting that the phrase "冒仗了" only describes a group of people failing in their battle.
Normally, there are three reasons for taking the risk of fighting.
The first scenario is that the person in charge of driving the prey failed to drive it onto the planned route left by the interceptors, allowing the prey to escape by another route.
The second scenario is that the interceptors failed to assist in driving the prey onto the planned route, allowing the prey to break through the interceptors' defenses.
The last scenario is that the people blocking the way failed to stop or kill the prey, causing it to break out of the encirclement and escape.
In short, regardless of the process or who was negligent, the prey escaped.
Soon, the sounds of gongs, pots, and shouts grew closer and closer. Although Wang An's eyes were fixed on the direction from which the sounds came, his hand pulled the bolt of his gun and reloaded the bullet.
Upon hearing Wang An pull the bolt, Wang Li, Mu Xueli, and Huang Zhong also pulled their bolts and released the safety, ready to fire at any moment.
This time, however, they won't be shooting wild boars; they'll be shooting people directly.
In any case, regardless of whether the other party did it unintentionally or intentionally, their actions almost sent Wang An and his group of four away.
Less than a minute later, more than a dozen people appeared in front of Wang An and his companions. Of these people, only four were carrying guns, all of them Type 56 semi-automatic rifles. The others were carrying gongs, basins, and sticks for striking.
Judging from their light green canvas work clothes, they were not ordinary villagers, but more like members of the Production and Construction Corps, an exploration team, or a farm unit.
What's puzzling is that these people dared to take on a herd of wild boars with only four guns, and even went so far as to surround them. It's really hard to understand what they were thinking. When they saw the wild boar carcasses scattered all over the ground, and then saw Wang An and his four men pointing guns at them, they were instantly shocked, or rather, frozen in fear.
Upon seeing the attire of the other party, Wang An immediately hesitated to fire.
There was no other way. These people weren't bandits or ordinary hunters; they were government officials. If Wang An dared to lead the charge and shoot them all, then the rest of Wang An and his three companions would have to live a life of hiding and running from place to place for the rest of their lives.
But Wang An remained expressionless and shouted in a loud, booming voice:
"What the hell are you all doing? If you can't hunt, then don't hunt! You chased a bunch of wild boars over here, and they almost got run over and killed, you know that?"
As he spoke, Wang An switched off the safety on his gun, but still held it in his hand, and strode towards the group.
Seeing this, Mu Xueli, Wang Li, and the other two also picked up their guns and followed Wang An, all of them ready to fire at any moment.
Wang An and his three companions approached the group. Seeing that none of them spoke, Wang An glared with his large, murderous eyes, pointed at the person in front, and demanded sharply:
"Tell me, who is your leader? Tell him to come out here right now."
The boy, with his small, pleading eyes and a mournful face, was about to speak when a middle-aged man behind him, holding a gong and wearing glasses, stammered:
"Comrade, comrade, we are from WD County, WD County State-owned Farm. My name is Liao Zhisen. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, what can I do for you?"
It has to be said that in these mountains, no status or position is as useful as the Type 56 assault rifle. Whoever has the Type 56 has the right to speak. Wang An was assertive and aggressive, while the other side, although they also had guns, still dared not make any rash moves.
Of course, it's also possible that the other party felt guilty or wanted to hold back for a while and then get revenge later, which is why they didn't confront Wang An directly.
Before Liao Zhisen could finish speaking, Wang An shouted in a loud, booming voice:
"Are you guys fucking crazy? If you can't hunt, then don't hunt! You almost killed us by chasing these wild boars, you know that?"
Although Wang An didn't dare to fire a gun, he was still very willing to pick a fight and beat up the other party. Since he already knew their background, they couldn't do anything about it after he beat them up.
As soon as Wang An finished speaking, Liao Zhisen took out cigarettes from his pocket, offered them to him with a smile, and said:
"I know, I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but we're not hunting. Our main goal is to protect the crops. The crops in the fields are almost ripe, and these wild boars are running into the fields in droves. If we don't drive them into the mountains, the crops will be ruined."
After a pause, Liao Zhisen continued:
"Comrade, we truly didn't know you were here. Otherwise, how could we have driven the wild boar herd towards you? But rest assured, comrade, we will thoroughly review this experience and lessons learned, and we will absolutely not let anything like this happen again."
After Liao Zhisen rambled on and on about his apologies and self-criticisms, Wang An's anger subsided considerably.
There's a saying, "You can't hit someone who's smiling," and although what the other person said was empty and vague, sounding like a self-criticism report, Wang An felt that was all there was to it.
The key question is, what else can we do?
Although Wang An and his three companions were greatly frightened, no actual losses or injuries were caused. The key was that Wang An wouldn't dare kill them; beating them up seemed pointless and might even cause trouble. (End of Chapter)