In the twelfth lunar month of 1980, Qingshitun was located deep in Changbai Mountain. Lin Jianjun was reborn.
In his previous life, he was a special soldier who died on the hospital bed. In this life, he is an 18-year-old poor hunter with a bare family and a bottomless food tank. The body is thin, but the mind is full - wilderness survival, tactical combat, firearms ballistics, family Xingyi Quan, all of them. On the first day he entered the old forest, he bent down and picked up the slingshot. He bent down and picked up the slingshot in this life.
Hunting roe deer, hunting wild boar, fighting away camels, killing leopards, exterminating wolf packs, hunting a thousand-jin wild boar king - a handful of five or six and a half were hunted from the mountains to outside the border. Two hounds, one named Qinglong and the other named Black Tiger, chased and intercepted him, accompanying him from the hunting ground to the breeding farm, and then from the breeding farm back to the old forest. Farms were distributed to each household, guns were legally exchanged, Soviet tractors entered the village, and Anti-Japanese War relics were hunted for treasures. Twenty years passed by, courtyards were built, and Qingshitun became a model village.
There are three things on the wall: the tusk of the wild boar king, the flag of the Anti-Union Army, and the Type 78 shotgun. Represents three paths - fighting, digging, and earning. Snow was still falling outside the window, and the lights in the house were still on. Two dogs were lying on the threshold, their tails wagging.
Hardcore hunting, Northeastern folk customs, brotherhood, and the dependence of humans and dogs on each other. Twenty years of white mountains and black waters have been spent with one gun, one dog, one meal and one kang.
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It feels okay! ! !
This book is good, well written, worth reading, please work hard.
Quite powerful and nice-sounding