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Six people and five wild boars met by chance. After a short confrontation, the wild boar was the first to blow the attack horn.

The two wild boars were at least five hundred catties away, while the three little boars were at least a hundred catties away. The five wild boars and twenty boar hooves trampled on the puddles of mud beside the Flowerfall.

"Hurry up and run! What are you staring at?!"

Yang Fan called out to everyone, then pulled Song Bowen along with him. He turned around and rushed up a nearby slope, looking for a tree where they could hug each other. He first pushed Song Bowen onto a tree branch, then wiped himself a few times before climbing up.

A good hunter needs to be able to hunt as many prey as possible, and at the same time, they also need to ensure their own safety.

It was unknown how many times a hunter had to go up mountains and hunt in his life. If he fought with beasts often, he would not live for many years.

Yang Fan deeply remembered the teachings of his father, Yang Dong, when he was young. Yang Dong had personally told him that if one wanted to be a hunter, especially a good one, one had to be able to endure loneliness, bear with sullenness, and pursue novelty and excitement not from hunters, but from dead people.

Being able to endure loneliness meant that a hunter had to be very patient. Sometimes, they would follow a prey for days and nights.

In order to find the best opportunity, a good hunter could even follow the prey for a dozen days, or even a month or two. If one did not have the patience, it was best to give up the idea of becoming a hunter as soon as possible.

Hunters had to support their families in order to survive. They were usually the backbone of their families, and once something went wrong, their entire family would be in trouble.

Yang Dong himself was a typical example. Back then, when he was famous, how glorious was Yang Fan's family. After receiving such heavy injuries, the Yang family immediately declined, and even Yang Fan had to rely on other students to support him.

Therefore, when facing a prey that you cannot defeat, no matter what you think in your heart, no matter how impulsive or furious you are, you will still be able to run as fast as you can. Don't be afraid of embarrassment, don't feel aggrieved, you must know that you are not living for yourself, but for your own family.

Therefore, when Yang Fan saw the five wild boars charge forward, he immediately made the right choice. Although Yang Fan couldn't be considered a true hunter, he had always been proud of his father. He also swore to be a good hunter when he grew up in the future.

The times had changed, now it was no longer the same time, even a few birds could be sentenced to ten years of punishment, there was no room for a hunter. If you still wanted to be a hunter, the authorities would let you know how nutritious a free prison food was.

Even though Yang Fan's dream of becoming a hunter had been shattered, his obsession had taken root deep within his heart. As long as he had the time, Yang Fan would go for a stroll in the mountains, reminiscing about his Sixth Grandpa and his father's elegance back then.

Yang Fan pulled Song Bo Wen away, and Wang Da Fu and Song Bo Wen's three bodyguards didn't stay and fight with the wild boar. Just like Yang Fan, they followed suit and climbed up a few large trees.

Although Song Bowen's bodyguards didn't carry guns, they carried crossbows. It was unknown if they brought them from Southeast Asia or if they bought them after entering the country. Seeing that the wild boars actually wanted to bite the tree, they immediately took out their crossbows and shot their crossbows at the wild boar beneath the tree.

Yang Fan was anxious and helpless. Last time, his horned bow had injured two of Li Guanghe's underlings, but now it had been confiscated by his uncle. Now, he only had a hunting knife with him, so he couldn't go down and fight with a wild boar, right?

Sometimes, it would even roll about on the ground or randomly arch around in the mud. The surface of the resin would also be covered with a layer of sand and gravel, and it was often like this. Over time, the outer skin of the wild boar would be covered with a layer of hard armor, making it very difficult for ordinary crossbows to pierce through it. Even if the crossbow were to pierce through the skin of the wild boar, it would lose most of its moving energy and wouldn't cause much damage to the internal organs of the wild boar.

Therefore, unless it was aimed directly at the eyes, ears, and other vital parts, it would be difficult to kill the wild boar with a crossbow.

Three bodyguards with three crossbows couldn't even shoot a wild boar, which surprised Song Bowen and Wang Dafu. Although these two were rich, they had never seen anything like this before.

Yang Fan was worried, so he grabbed the crossbow from a bodyguard beside him. This bodyguard, in order to protect Song Bowen, had also climbed up the tree where Yang Fan and Song Bowen were.

After calming his mind and closing one eye, Yang Fan held his breath as he aimed at a wild boar that was biting a tree and steadily pulled the trigger of the crossbow.

With a bang, an arrow struck the wild boar in the left eye, causing it to scream miserably in pain. It used all its strength to knock its head against the tree Yang Fan was on.

Yang Fan received another arrow from the bodyguard, and after loading it, he took a careful look. With a bang, he actually shot it again, and it was aimed right at the boar's right eye.

The strength of the handcrossbows was very strong, not any weaker than a handgun at close range. The two crossbows had actually injured the brain of the wild boar. However, the wild boar had an extremely strong vitality and could not die even after a short period of time.

Yang Fan's confidence exploded after being hit by two shots. However, when he shot at the other wild boar, he missed his aim and only hit the boar's face. It was completely useless.

After receiving his lesson, Yang Fan's next two shots had both hit home and blinded the other wild boar.

After a series of crazy collisions, the two wild boars fell to the ground dead. When their five-hundred-pound bodies crashed onto the ground, Yang Fan felt the tree beneath him shake. How fierce!

He turned around and ran. The wild boar was not a mad pig, so of course he knew fear and terror. Even his own mother was no match for them, what else could a few young boars like him be if they didn't rush to their deaths?

The three wild boars disappeared from their line of sight, leaving everyone unable to react for a moment. Didn't they say all wild boars were stupid? Would they not die?

While no one else was moving, Yang Fan slipped down from the tree. He carefully walked up to the two wild boars lying on the ground. First, he prodded them with the bamboo pole in his hand, and found that the two wild boars were indeed dead.