Using the javelin as a cane, the hunters Ralph and Winters climbed the steep slope. After going up the slope, it was downhill, and after going downhill, it was uphill.

After climbing several hills along the animal path, even the old hunter who often walked in the forest was already panting.

Lang Town is located on the northern foot of the Jinding Mountains. Generally speaking, the deeper the forest land to the south, the higher the terrain. However, the micro-terrain is not uphill all the way, but undulating ridges. Walking in such a place is the most tormenting.

Winters, who was carrying heavy muskets, was also sweating profusely. This large-caliber mesh gun was extremely bulky and usually had to be mounted on a support pole when used. It weighed nearly twenty kilograms, and Winters carried two rods.

"Sir, beasts usually walk around the mountains." Ralph said gaspingly, "That beast is probably scared by the people who returned from the church, so he panics."

Winters supported his knees and tried to calm the rhythm of his breathing. He nodded but said nothing, and he really couldn't say a word now.

"The beast must be even more tired. It can't run far!" The old hunter stood on the javelin and continued to walk forward.

Winters also gritted his teeth and followed.

There were fewer and fewer traces of damage in the woodland. The giant bear rushed all the way when he just fled into the forest. Even Winters could recognize the damage caused by the rough action.

But the deeper you go to the forest, the fewer broken branches and shrubs become, and the claw prints become shallower.

It is obvious that the behemoth's pace is slowing down, and the violent emotions are fading. It is gradually returning to its original behavior pattern - moving in a strolling posture.

Tracking became increasingly difficult, but the beast could not escape the hunter's eyes.

Ralph tightly bit the giant bear's trail, and while walking, he used a hunting knife to cut out marks on the tree, marking the direction for the later generations.

Through a white oak forest, the giant bear's trace disappeared into a small river. Winters' heart tightened, but the hunter crossed the stream and inspected it carefully, and took Winters upstream.

The two walked deep and shallowly on the river bank. The seasonal mountain torrent washed away the soil on both sides of the river. The soil layer was of different sizes and shapes exposed.

The forest on both sides of the river beach seems to be a dark, wide beast cave, with murderous intent hidden everywhere. The power of the water flow makes the surface of the stones on the river beach smooth and dangerous.

Ralph, who was walking in front, suddenly staggered and almost fell down. But he struggled hard and stood firm, while another painful growl came out of his throat.

Winters quickly caught up with Ralph, and he saw the old hunter gritting his teeth, his nostrils exploded, and his muscles were tense and trembling.

The second lieutenant quickly realized that the tired old hunter could not step on the stone under his feet, and his ankle was sprained.

Spraining ankle is the most common and troublesome injury. It won’t kill you, but it will make you unable to move.

The reason why they followed this all the way was because of the hunter's ability, Winters knew this well.

He could no longer see where the beast was running. If Ralph could not move, he could only watch the beast disappear without a trace.

Holding Ralph's arm, Winters asked cruelly: "Can you still move?"

"Yes!" the old hunter gritted his teeth and replied: "Continue chasing."

After the old hunter stood firm, he continued to raise his legs and walked forward. Unexpectedly, he shook it for a while and almost fell down.

Winters immediately held Ralph, and he said helplessly: "Let's take a break."

The second lieutenant helped Ralph slowly sit down on the spot and helped the old hunter take off his boots. The hunter's right ankle was swollen high, and his skin was covered with purple, and it was obvious that he could no longer move.

"You stay here and wait for the people behind you to come." Winters made up his mind: "I'll go chase alone."

The old hunter shook his head vigorously and gasped, "No, no one can do it. When I take a breath, I will tie the ankle with a cloth and let's continue chasing."

As he said that, the old hunter took off a horn cup from his waist, leaned out and scooped a little water from the river to drink. The cup had already reached his mouth, but the hunter suddenly thought of something again. He stopped and gave the water to the lieutenant with both hands.

Winters laughed angry and said, "When is it that he and mom still doing this, just drink it quickly. I'll drink it after you finish drinking."

Ralph stopped refusing, and after he finished drinking, he scooped up another glass of water and handed it to Winters. The lieutenant, who was so thirsty that his throat was dry, drank it all and returned the cup to Ralph.

The hunter leaned out again to scoop water. As soon as the cup was put into the river, the hunter suddenly froze. He didn't hold one of his hands, and the ox horn cup was out of hand and rushed downstream by the torrent.

Winters was about to come out to ask, but he saw Ralph making a silent handpiece. The old hunter looked at Winters, shook his head slowly, and then pointed his hand under the pine trees across the river.

In the eyes of the old hunter, Winters actually saw a hint of horror.

He looked in the direction the hunter pointed. At first glance, he saw nothing. The next moment, he found that the thing he was looking for was actually under the tree across the river!

The dark brown fur is a natural protective color in the forest, and the beast lies in the shadows under the tree, as if it is a huge rock that has stood for tens of millions of years.

The foreman of the logging team was not exaggerated at all. He was really a bear as big as a house. The size of this giant beast was too large, even if it was just lying on the ground, it was a terrifying behemoth.

Winters was not surprised at all why he and Ralph didn't see it at first, because no one would treat such a big stone as an animal. Even though he was very clear that he was tracking a giant bear, the size of the thing in front of him was far beyond his psychological expectations.

This beast is too big to be called a bear. No word can accurately describe this thing. Only the royal giant eagle raised by the person who bears the oath can compare with it.

Can these two muskets really cause harm to that thing? The second lieutenant's heart was also shaken.

For many days, Winters Montane dreamed of finding this ferocious beast. Now he is less than twenty meters away from the ferocious beast, but the lieutenant doesn't know how to kill that thing.

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What to do? Is it a fight or a runaway?

The hunter and the lieutenant looked at each other speechlessly.

Winters quietly placed the javelin and saber in his hand on the ground, untied the two muskets on his body, and placed them lightly on the ground.

In order to avoid waking up the beast on the other side, Winters was extremely slow in every move, without making any sound.

The sound of running water, the sound of birds singing, the sound of wind blowing branches and leaves... The louder the background sound of the forest, the more terrifying the silence the hunter and the lieutenant felt.

After putting down all the weapons, Winters signaled Ralph not to speak. He walked silently to Ralph, grabbed Ralph's legs with one hand and Ralph's arm with the other.

The second lieutenant took a deep breath, and his waist and abdominal muscles suddenly exerted force, carrying the old hunter up.

Just as the old hunter was carried on his shoulder, a crisp sound came from his bag.

In an instant, the hairs on Winters' spine stood up, and Ralph immediately held down his tool kit.

The two of them stood still and did not dare to move. Winters slowly turned his head to look at the giant bear. Luck stood by them, and the beast was still lying under the tree and still moving.

The lieutenant nodded and carried the old hunter in the direction he came. He walked slowly and calmly. The old hunter held his tool kit tightly and did not let it make any sound.

Wintersmer counted his steps, and when he counted to five hundred, he found a flat place to put the old hunter down.

"Sir." Ralph didn't even have time to thank him. He knew what the lieutenant was thinking, so he lowered his voice and tried to dissuade him anxiously: "We can't deal with that beast alone. You must not go there alone. Sir, wait until the people behind us come over and we will find a way."

"What if the thing ran away before reinforcements came?" Winters chuckled: "Don't worry, I'm not that reckless. I'll go over and guard it, don't let it run away again."

"Then you take my feet away." The old hunter took out a set of shoe nails from the tool kit.

The Hunter briefly explained the usage, and Winters took it and turned around and left.

The old hunter was at a loss and wanted to call Lieutenant Montane back but did not dare to speak out. He could only watch Lieutenant walk away.

Returning to the place just now, Winters retrieved his weapon. The giant bear was still sleeping soundly under the tree, knowing nothing about what was happening around him.

"It's useless to hit this kind of giant, you have to hit the head." Winters silently estimated in his heart: "I'm afraid the hitting of the head is not enough, you have to hit the fragile place like the eyes."

At this moment, what Lieutenant Montane regrets the most is that he did not bring a cannon into the mountain.

With two guns, Winters found a relatively gentle shoal and crossed the river, and quietly approached the giant bear from the lower vent.

Winters was not sure about the accuracy of the musket in his hand.

Unlike the two spring-rotating guns given to him by Antonio, the two guns had the barrels as smooth as mirrors, and they hit wherever they pointed.

But the muskets in the Hei Shui Town arsenal are bargains, and the barrel has not been carefully ground. They must be close enough to ensure a hit.

The closer it is to the giant bear, the more Winters can intuitively feel its hugeness. This giant beast is like the incarnation of a wilderness, as if its existence is to demonstrate the great power of nature.

The second lieutenant's reason still exists. He never thought of solving such a huge thing by himself alone.

But he could not allow himself to let the beast run away and act violently. So when he approached about fifteen meters away from the giant beast, he found a suitable tree branch and put a musket on it.

He dared not and could not get closer.

The next thing is to wait.

Waiting for reinforcements.

The distance was too close, and Lieutenant Montane could even hear the giant bear's breathing. At one moment, he suddenly had an illusion: the forest seemed to have life, and its pulse was moving with the giant bear's breathing rhythm.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe one second, one minute, one quarter of an hour?

The forest's heartbeat paused for a second.

The giant bear under the shade of the tree woke up like a huge rock injected into its soul.

Winters' breathing stopped and his heart suddenly tightened.

First, he moved his body slightly, and the giant bear twitched his nose and turned his head to Winters.

The distance was too close, so close that Winters could see every detail of the giant beast. He saw the messy fur, Gao Long's back, his raised ears, his dark nose, his cold eyes, and his black circles.

He also saw the hair next to the giant bear's nose red, which was the blood of the recent victim.

One man and one beast looked at each other, and Lieutenant Montane lit the gunpowder in the barrel without hesitation.

The gunshot shattered the silence of the forest, and the recoil generated by doubled the charge almost pushed the lieutenant down. The moment the smoke was sprayed out, he saw the lead bullet flying over the giant bear's cheek and exploded on the latter's shoulder.

Before he could be upset, Winters immediately replaced with another gun.

A creepy roar came from the smoke of gunpowder. The fire, loud noise and smoke failed to scare away the ferocious beast. The angry giant bear roared and rushed towards the tiny human.

So for the second shot, Winters aimed at the giant bear's bloody mouth.

This gun did not disappoint Winters' hard work, and the 35-gram lead bullet accurately hit the giant bear's upper and lower teeth.

The giant bear's head was beaten back by the huge impulse carried by the lead bullet, and blood foam spurted out from the bear's mouth. The giant creature that was rushing around suddenly fell and cried in pain.
To be continued...