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

Chapter 340: Battle 1 - Slaying the Wolf Pack

Li Ju'an unchained the thin iron chain from his right arm, whistled, and a smaller eagle flapped its wings and flew over to the high branch.

The sub-adult goshawk had already learned to fly, but it was still a bit wobbly and unstable, swaying a couple of times after landing on a high branch.

Li Ju'an gently blew a melodious whistle, a sound that seemed like an unintentional signal in nature, triggering the eagle's attention. Its sharp eyes flashed, precisely locking onto the rope tangled high in the branch; with a flap of its wings, it deftly snatched the rope in its beak.

Then, with an elegant swoop, the rope, as if guided by an invisible hand, traced a smooth arc and fell precisely into the deep cave where Song Desheng was hiding.

This hunting expert's whistling skills were personally taught by Master Zhao Pao, a renowned master in Eagle Village. After several days of tireless effort, Li Ju'an spent day and night with these two magnificent eagles, undergoing countless patient rehearsals and training sessions. Finally, they not only remembered his scent but also developed a deep trust in him, able to accurately respond to the simple commands contained in his whistles, as if they had established a tacit understanding with each other.

Witnessing this scene, Song Desheng's eyes lit up with surprise. He stared incredulously at the life-saving rope that seemed to have fallen from the sky and exclaimed involuntarily, "My goodness, this is truly miraculous!"

Old Qian and Old Zhang from the security department, standing nearby, also showed undisguised admiration on their faces. It seemed that even they hadn't expected the cooperation between man and eagle to be so tacit and extraordinary. Most importantly, when the eagle heard Li Ju'an's command, they all stared wide-eyed in astonishment, unable to believe what they were seeing.

"Isn't this the unique falconry method used in Eagle Village?"

"My goodness, when did Little Li learn such a skill as eagle taming? It's only been a few days since I last saw him, and suddenly these two magnificent eagles have appeared out of nowhere?"

Old Zhang was always a master of language in the forest farm, smooth and considerate in dealing with people, shrewd and sophisticated, with a wide network of connections and extremely harmonious relationships. At this moment, he began to praise, his words flowing like a spring, exaggerating Li Ju'an's eagle as if it could pierce through clouds and split rocks, omnipotent, his satisfaction overflowing.

He even called out loudly, "Master Ying, could you please use your skills again to take down that old rope from up there?"

A rope was hanging from a high branch, clearly not something thrown there hastily; it bore the marks of time and looked quite old, with other objects attached to it. It was likely thrown there by a mountain dweller who had also fallen into the same mine crater.

Li Ju'an whistled again. The eagle, still high in the branch, cautiously hopped around on the branch, tilted its fat head, stared at the old hemp rope for a while, and then picked up one end and threw it down.

Oh dear, it just so happens to have been thrown into the cave.

Old Qian and Old Zhang stared wide-eyed, truly impressed this time, exclaiming, "This flying thing is even better than a hunting dog!"

Li Ju'an quickly covered Da Hu's dog ears and laughed, "You can't say that, we can't let Da Hu hear it, right Da Hu, yell at them."

Big Tiger actually barked twice, sounding very dissatisfied, and whimpered with some resentment.

The laughter and cursing coming from the cave made Sun Weimin, who lived next door, quite surprised.

He couldn't see what was happening, but he could hear people climbing up one after another, using ropes to ascend. The sounds gradually came down from above, originating at a horizontal distance. He vaguely heard some kind of eagle or bird.

Suddenly, Lu Zhiqiang leaned out from above and looked down at him with a grin, saying, "Sun Weimin, why don't you come up here?"

Enraged, Sun Weimin raised his gun and was about to shoot Lu Zhiqiang when his father, Sun Quande, stopped him.

Sun Weimin shouted, "Li Ju'an untied the rope to pull you out, didn't he? That bastard won't save me, but he's quick to save you."

Lu Zhiqiang shook his head and said, "Li Ju'an didn't untie the rope."

Sun Weimin yelled, "If the ropes hadn't been untied, what would have pulled you from? Well, the ropes were untied after all."

After Lao Qian and Lao Zhang pulled Sun Quande and his son up, the two men finally saw Li Ju'an clearly, along with the eagle perched on his arm.

The two eagles stood majestically, their imposing presence inspiring awe and radiating an aura that commanded respect. Their sharp, iron-like beaks spoke of their strength and dominance.

With its chest puffed out and head held high, the eagle is the undisputed king of the sky, exuding an aura that is both imposing and wildly charming.

However, these wild and untamed aerial overlords now stood obediently on Li Ju'an's right arm, firmly planted in the specially made leather arm sleeve. With a soft shout from Li Ju'an, the two eagles squatted down obediently like docile hens, and at another command, they immediately spread their wings, eager to take flight.

This scene broadened the horizons of Sun Quande and Sun Weimin, who were watching from the sidelines, and they were filled with surprise and delight.

It's truly eye-opening, and then another eye-opening.

Sun Weimin was so surprised that he was speechless for a long time, unable to close his mouth. He really wanted to refute something.

Sun Quande's eyes clearly showed his approval, and he praised, "The commands for taming the eagles are just right, as if the eagle trainer from Eagle Village had come in person."

He felt very uncomfortable when he heard his own father praising Li Ju'an.

He had been praised by his family since he was a child. Everyone in the village said that he would be able to help the Sun family in the future, and that he would be good at everything from running around in the mountains to hunting. He never expected that his own father would start praising Li Ju'an. How could he accept that?

Sun Weimin muttered, "Two useless little things that look good but are actually useless. They're so small, they can only catch jumping cats."

Li Ju'an rubbed the two falcons perched on his arm and said, "Go get him."

The two falcons seemed to understand, and they cried out loudly at Sun Weimin. Their high-pitched, sharp cries and the imposing manner of swooping down at any moment startled Sun Weimin, who could only shut his mouth.

The group looked around again, smelling a strong stench of blood, and seeing nothing but the scattered corpses of the green-skinned thugs.

Even the most experienced hunters would be shocked by the sight of so many green-skinned carcasses.

In his youth, Sun Quande had a distinguished record of victories. Once, he was chased by a pack of wolves and forced to the foot of a cliff. Enraged, he grabbed his gun and, using gunpowder and grenades he used to hunt bears, fought a pack of wolves to the death. That day, he shot down seven or eight wolves, a feat that astonished hunters from the surrounding villages.

He was being chased by the bandits, and he ran out of gunpowder, grenades, and bullets. He didn't continue hunting in the bear's den, but his achievements that day, and the wolf pelts he brought back to the village on a livestock sled, left everyone in the village and Captain Yang speechless with amazement.

Now, the wolves that Li Ju'an has taken down are scattered everywhere, more than Sun Quande had taken down when he was young.

Song Desheng pointed to his fingers and counted them one by one: "Two, four, six, eight..."

Besides those killed by hunting dogs, shot in the head with hunting rifles, or shot in the heart and lungs, there were also many savages who were blown to pieces by landmines, leaving them unrecognizable as human remains.

Beside the tree roots, a large number of green-skinned corpses were piled up in layers, like small mountains, with blood and gore everywhere, a sight too gruesome to bear.

Old Qian, Sun Quande, and Old Zhang, these old hunters, all had their pupils tremble and said, "There must be fifteen or sixteen of these sly stalkers dead."

Li Ju'an killed fifteen or sixteen shrews in one battle, not counting the shrews that were injured and fled. These numbers could form a medium-sized wolf pack.

Sun Weimin got goosebumps and his hair stood on end. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn, that's awesome!"