Chapter 519 Calming the Violent Spirit (I)

[Wasteland]

On the west bank of the Bighorn River, on an unnamed hillside in the former border no-man's land, the little hunter Bell patiently waited for his target.

A spring-loaded, ammunition-compacted, rifled spring-loaded rifle, ready to fire at any time, lay quietly on Bell's knees.

The barrel of this rifle was made by the best boring and grinding craftsmen in Steelburg. The barrel is as straight as light, the bore is as smooth as water, and it is longer than the barrel of an ordinary rifled gun. Its price also increased exponentially with the increase of the aspect ratio, and finally reached a figure that made a certain imperial bigwig who ordered it feel unnecessary to pay the balance after hearing it.

For this reason, this barrel was passed on to "Baron Granashi" after several twists and turns, and finally landed on the little hunter's knees.

And the more precious part of this rifle than the barrel is the buttstock and handguard. Its buttstock and handguard are taken from the underground part of a tree growing on a plateau farther away than the land of the Saracens. The air there is cold and thin, and the land is rocky and hard, making it difficult for trees to grow, but also giving the trees there a magnificent texture that cannot be matched by trees growing in a tolerant environment.

This shotgun does not need any impractical inlays and carvings. Just polishing and oiling to let the magic of nature show up is better than all the artificial accumulation - the "Baron" does not have such a good taste, this is the work of the "Baroness".

The palm that combines these two materials belongs to an exile who has found a home in a foreign land. He may not be the most skilled craftsman, but he cherishes his work more than any of his peers.

The best steel, the best wood, and the most sincere hands gave birth to this best shotgun in the Hed Desert - maybe even the best shotgun in the Two Mountains.

However, if the hunter cannot find the target, then the best shotgun is no different from scrap metal.

Beside Bell, the two brothers Dabai and Xiaobai also sat on the hillside, waiting for the target to appear.

But compared to the animal spirit speaker and his brother who always maintained patience, Xiaobai was already a little impatient.

The moon had set, and the sky was about to dawn. The "Great Dome" gradually turned iron gray, with a faint red light on the edge, like a piece of ash.

In a while, the sun would come out, and the beasts would hide back in their nests. Tonight would be fruitless again.

However, even though he was extremely bored, Xiaobai did not make a sound, but just held his hunting rifle tightly, staring harder to search for the target.

At this moment, Bell glanced at the sky, moved his shoulders, and then put his hands into the shape of a horn and pressed them against his upper lip.

He raised his head and took a deep breath. Two consecutive wolf howls spread down the hillside from where he was, and spread into the wilderness and forest below the hillside.

The two wolf howls were one short and one long. The short one came first, and the sound was sharp and clear, like a greeting at the beginning of a letter, and like a whip before running.

The long one came later, and the sound was heavy and turbid, accompanied by continuous ups and downs, and a lingering tail.

The two howls echoed and blended with each other, but to Dabai and Xiaobai, there was only one howl.

This was not the first time the two brothers had seen the "Beast Spirit Speaker" perform his skills, but until today they could not learn or distinguish them - close their eyes, it was not a human who was making a sound just now, but a wolf.

Belle ended the howl with a "whimper", then closed his eyes, held his breath, and listened attentively.

The wind swept through the forest and the grassland, crushing the birds and insects, making the earth extremely quiet.

Silence, silence is the dawn of the wilderness.

"Awoo..."

Without any warning, a wolf howl sounded in the woods under the hillside, responding to Belle's call.

"Awoo..."

"Awoo..."

"Awoo..."

A series of wolf howls followed, layer upon layer, one after another.

Dabai and Xiaobai could not help but shudder - because the howling came from the front, very close, which meant that they had not waited in vain tonight.

The two brothers immediately perked up their attention and observed the border area between the forest and the grassland more carefully.

Hearing the response from the wolves, Belle clasped his hands and let out a sobbing howl.

To Dabai and Xiaobai, although this howl was as "difficult to distinguish between human and wolf" as the previous one, there were some subtle changes, but they couldn't tell where the changes were.

Like a conversation, a wolf howl was heard again in the woods below the hillside, as if responding to Belle's call.

Xiaobai's heart was lifted.

Because this time, the wolf howl from the forest was much shorter and quieter than the last time.

He couldn't help but worry whether the target was going to escape.

However, the next moment, a ghostly shadow seeped out from the shadow of the forest.

When the shadow passed through the invisible but clear dividing line between the woods and the grassland, its originally vague outline became real and solidified into the image of a huge gray wolf.

The giant wolf ran towards the hillside slowly.

After a while, another gray wolf appeared at the edge of the forest and ran to catch up with the giant wolf, followed by the third and fourth. Compared with the two big wolves in front, the third and fourth wolves were slightly thinner and should be sub-adult individuals.

Seeing this scene, Xiaobai was simply overjoyed, and Dabai also breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the beast spirit speaker with a little more respect.

Summoning beasts out of the forest - this is the power of the beast spirit speaker, and it is also the reason why the Hud people will seek the help of the beast spirit speaker as soon as possible when there are evil beasts causing harm.

The wolf pack at the foot of the hill is the evil beast that Bell wants to get rid of.

It is the midsummer when food is most abundant, and the wilderness is full of rabbits and mice, but these gray wolves still gather together and act collectively.

They hide during the day and come out at night, and their whereabouts are secretive. They slaughter the cattle and sheep of the Wenduoer tribe, leaving nothing for the herdsmen except lambs with only skins left, calves with empty stomachs, and the remains of sheepdogs.

What makes the Wenduoer people angry is that this wolf pack has no respect for the sacred beast of the Wenduoer tribe. Even the livestock dedicated to the sacred beast will be killed.

They harassed the Wenduoer people too many times and too frequently, so Bell, who has accepted the identity of the beast spirit speaker, is determined to kill them.

For half a month, Bell took Dabai and Xiaobai to search for this group of evil wolves around the camp.

They tracked footprints on the riverbank, checked feces in the bushes, and dug through almost every crack and cave near the camp before finally determining the wolf pack's den and daily activity route.

However, whether they could find the enemy was one question, and whether they could kill the enemy was another question.

So for three consecutive days, Bell would bring Dabai and Xiaobai to this hillside every night to "talk" with the wolves across the air.

Now, the wolves have been called out.

It's time to hunt.

"[Hed] Bracket." Bell said concisely.

[In order to avoid shaking the morale of the army, half a chapter is published first]

[It is true that hunters use wolf howls to call out wild wolves and then shoot them]

[Even in a documentary about Outer Mongolian herdsmen, an old herdsman from Outer Mongolia told such a story: During World War II, when fighting the Japanese, the Japanese poisoned the water and rivers. The soldiers of Outer Mongolia were trapped on the battlefield without water. The old man’s father had no choice but to call out wild wolves, and he and several comrades drank wolf blood until they were rescued]

[It is impossible to know whether this story is true or not. It may just be a story told by a father to his son by the fire]

[But the Japanese devils did use biological weapons. Referring to the identity of the old man’s father, the battle the old man’s father was talking about should be the Battle of Nomonhan]