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A loud bang from Ping" made the valley tremble and echoes everywhere. The bear was knocked away by the side and could no longer support it. He fell to the ground. Next to Zhao Xiaohu, there was a yellow beak with a face as white as the face, holding a large-caliber anti-equipment in his hand, and bleeding had already oozed out of his shoulders. This large-caliber anti-equipment rifle had enough recoil to break a person's bones.

"Good, bad boy." Zhao Xiaohu survived the disaster. Although his heart was still beating hard, he immediately regained his true nature as a leader and shouted loudly: "Hurry up, keep up, you will be at the cave soon." With his encouragement, Zhao Xiaohu and others finally arrived at the cave safely. Although it was very embarrassed, it was a blessing that none of them left behind.

The entrance of the cave is not big, but it gets wider as it goes inside, and the snow is getting less and less. The cave is full of choking gasoline. Zhao Xiaohu couldn't help but wonder, this smell is completely different from oil, and Zhao Xiaohu thought he would not make a mistake. So where does this gasoline come from? Although there is the kind of oil that spontaneously appears, I have never heard of gasoline that spontaneously appears.

But when I walked to the end of the cave, I didn't notice that there was oil there, but the smell was getting stronger and stronger, and even the soldiers felt it. However, after carefully searching the entire cave, I couldn't find any abnormal places. Seeing that the soldiers were very tired, Zhao Xiaohu ordered to use snow to make a snow wall to block the wind outside, and everyone hid in the cave and slept beautifully.

The weather was good the next day, and the sun hung on the top of the forest. The terrifying white-haired wind seemed to have never appeared before. After ten hours of sleeping soundly, Zhao Xiaohu's team had recovered from its spirits. Zhao Xiaohu led the team members and pulled the dead bear to the old man's door. After a night of sleep, the old man became much more energetic and greeted Zhao Xiaohu and his group with millet porridge happily. Seeing the big bear dragged by Zhao Xiaohu, his eyes lit up and jumped off the kang and said, "You are so amazing. You can beat such a big bear to death. It seems that God will not accept me and have a good meal."

"Grandpa. This is nothing, but we don't know how to do it, otherwise we can still treat you to bear's paw!"

Then, Zhao Xiaohu gave the gifts prepared in advance to the old man. One was three sets of cotton coats. Zhao Xiaohu was reluctant to leave the comrades who died a few days ago. This time, they were all given to the old man, and the other was a few boxes of canned sardines. This was indeed seized from the Russians' trophy.

The old man took these two gifts and was so moved that he didn't know what to say. He even started crying while holding them.

Chen Siwen came over and was he interrupted? Why did he cry today?"

The old man patted Chen Siwen: Time..." After being interrupted by Chen Siwen, the old man stopped crying and took two kitchen knives from the stove, and shouted happily: "Look, Grandpa makes you bear paws today!" Zhao Xiaohu was very curious. He asked the old man to go to the stove. The old man glanced at Zhao Xiaohu and threw it over: "Little boy, go there, I'm not a story."

Zhao Xiaohu smiled and said to the old man, "Grandpa, let me see how your craftsmanship is. If I almost took over, I would save a bear paw. If it was good, I would learn secretly. If it became famous in the future, I would say that it was my grandpa who taught me, which would be considered a famous one for you!"

The old man snorted, didn't say anything, and didn't drive him away. Zhao Xiaohu sat next to the stove and reached out to hand a small wooden porch to the old man, drinking millet porridge in his mouth. The porridge was called porridge, but in fact it was clean water. A few grains of millet were cooked the size of soybeans, so he could only make a full stomach.

After a few slashes, the old man had already digged a bear paw, and the next thing he focused on making this bear paw. Zhao Xiaohu looked strange and asked, "Grandpa, there are three bear paws!" The old man said with a contempt and taught a lesson:

"Those three are useless. The bear can't find something to eat in winter, but he cannot be starved to death, so it slowly learned a way to survive, that is, store food for itself in autumn, and how to store it? He rubbed the fruit in his palm, and the juice of the fruit slowly penetrated into his palm, and his palm became fat and nutritious. He hid in a tree hole in winter, and licked his bear's paw when he was hungry. Because bears are rarely left-handed, his right bear's paw is more nutritious than the left palm. Therefore, when eating bear's paw, he has to eat the right front paw. The other three palms are fishy and smelly, what are they used for!

If you want to talk about bears, I saw one more than ten years ago. At that time, I hung a lot of fish and the grilled it smelled so good, but it attracted the bear. When I stretched my hand out, I just gave him one and threw it directly on my mouth.

, Later, I ate a lot of my fish, and it seemed that it was the last one. In the end, I picked up a piece of charcoal, and the bear didn't care. He ate it in as soon as he opened his mouth, then rolled all over the ground, and finally burned to death. The bear was very patient, but if it got into the stomach, it would die faster than anyone else!"

After saying these words, the old man quickly packed up his bear paw and stood up and said to Zhao Xiaohu: "Originally, this bear paw will take a year or two to eat, but today I will show my skills and let you learn how to make bear paw!" After a while of gossip, Zhao Xiaohu raised the topic on the Russians and asked, "Grandpa! You must be very familiar with this place after staying in Wildman Ridge for decades."

The old man spitted and knocked the kitchen knife. The beard at the corner of his mouth was raised to the sky. He smiled and drank a large sip of millet porridge, and said, "I have been sensible since I was old and old. I was born in the Wildman Ridge, grew up in the Wildman Ridge, and ate in the Wildman Ridge, and I wore the Wildman Ridge. I stepped on the Wildman Ridge with two feet. To be honest, I know exactly how to get to that place in Wildman Ridge, and I am a living map of Wildman Ridge!"

"Then, just talk about Wildman Ridge!" Zhao Xiaohu said excitedly. The old man clasped his snow-white beard and told him the terrain of Wildman Ridge word by word:

"Wildren Ridge is said to be a ridge, but in fact it is the terrain of two mountains and one valley. The mountain here is called Fengshan. It is said to be a treasure land of the sacred mountain. The terrain is dangerous. As the saying goes: When you go to Fengshan, your feathers will turn the world around.

More than 40 years ago, at your age, it was not snowing in October that year, and the wind was blowing strongly. I took a hunting rifle, put a mushroom pocket on my back, and took a double-edged dagger to Fengshan alone.

After walking through a few peaks and over a few forests, I arrived at Fengshan. There was no forest in front of me, and it was full of red rocks. When the sun shone, blood was shining. At that time, my legs were trembling, but I still held on to walk."

"Grandpa, this is nothing. I remember the first time I went to the battlefield and even peeed my pants!" Zhao Xiaohu's words made the old man feel much more comfortable, so he continued:

"Later, I walked around this piece of blood and walked down a stone-walled ravine. The stones on the ditch were all trembling there, and it was scary to see them. When the wind blew, the stones were heard clattering, as if they were falling down and hitting people at any time. I only looked up and looked at it. That day, only the slap was wide and narrow. The white clouds in the sky were covered with the mountain peaks and lay on the big stones on both sides of the ditch, brushing them together, like a knife cut, it was a cloud bridge. It was really a cloud bridge, looking up at the sky, reaching out to touch the clouds.

"After passing the stone wall ditch, my feet were still soft. After resting for a while, I saw a rocky beach, bent a round trough, just as the center was surrounded by Fengshan. The rocky beach was filled with huge rocks, piled up layer by layer, surrounding a Fengshan in the core. Fengshan looked like a phoenix. The base of the mountain was like a wing, and there was a huge black stone on its head, which was several hundred feet high and slanted, like a phoenix's sharp mouth. A thick layer of black soil on the sharp mouth and a tall tree.

"The west of Fengshan is the rocky valley, which is very spacious. I asked me to put hundreds of thousands of troops in it. Usually, it rained when it rained, so some places started to spray water. The whole valley was full of large square bluestones, and the water sprayed water from the cracks of the rocks. Later I learned that there was a name in that place called Dianshuitai. Legend has it that Huo Qubing of the Han Dynasty led his troops to attack the Huns, but there was no water here. Huo Qubing pointed his sword at the sky and the earth, and water came out of the ground. However, Huo Qubing offended God because of this, and died less than 30 years old.

At that time, I didn't know, but I just saw the water spraying was raging and intense. From a distance, I looked like a large water column supporting the mountain stones, and there were thousands of them. There were also a wide large water curtain that leaked out across the cracks of the rocks, hanging on the mountain, and not a few hundred surfaces. Each water column, each water curtain, rushed down and hit the stones at the root of the mountain, and they were smashed into pieces, like thousands of beads, scattered flowers from all over the outside, and under the sunlight, it was colorful and beautiful!

"Five or six miles north of Fengshan is Shilin Mountain. It is also a rocky valley separated by it, closely connected with the Shuishui Mountain. Each pillar of Shilin Mountain is exactly the same as a big yellow pine, like a yellow pine tree. The bark and branches are like it, not bad at all. The difference is that one is a stone tree and the other is a wood tree; the stone tree only has trunks but no branches, and it would be even more amazing if there are branches!
Chapter completed!