Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 56: Hunting Rabbits

As the days pass, the weather gets warmer and warmer. School uniforms were changed to brown, short-sleeved linen shirts with black trousers on the underside and flat leather boots on the feet. Girls' school uniforms in the country are similar to boys', with the same short-sleeved shirts on their upper bodies, except for long black skirts on their lower legs.

For this reason, there are many boys clustered in the hallway during that 20-minute break in the classroom each day. They look at the girls' classroom across the street and would love for those girls to come out and show their wonderful figure...

Claude was a little annoyed today because his mother had been told about a leather shoe this morning. Somehow, Mr. Morsan suddenly had a serious stingy disorder in the past few days, because Claude was still a 16-year-old and his body was developing normally. A short time ago, his mother went to buy a pair of leather boots. As a result, after more than a week of warming up the school, he let everyone change flat leather shoes and found them equally small, and his mother went to buy a pair of size 1.

In the morning, when Mr. Morsan heard his mother say that he was angry for some reason, he thought that she had no way of making a living. He pointed out that one of the major problems his mother neglected was that she had just bought Claude the size one leather boots, which she had to put away for ten days because of the heat, but Claude would grow up again, and if she was to wear them after summer and autumn, she probably wouldn't be able to wear them anymore...

Mr. Morsan thinks these new leather boots are going to be useless for a dozen days. Isn't that a waste of money at home? He thinks that if Claude can stand it, the old leather boots, which have become smaller and a little more than a dozen days old, could be replaced with new flat leather shoes, saving the family money on a new pair of leather boots...

Claude wanted to stand by his mother's side and buy boots. Then Mr. Morsan denounced him again, saying that he had bought him a new torch gun for over a month, often watched him carry his gun to the woods outside the town to practice shooting, but why didn't he come back with some prey? If you can't help your family, it's okay to buy less meat at home. If you can't hit the antelope, can't you hit two rabbits to go home...

Claude had nothing to say but hold his stomach and go to school.

Bok Al knew a little bit about the wind, and he whispered to Claude that his fathers were raising the first funds for the expedition because of the route plan from White Deer Town to Tilsim Overseas Territories on the Nubian mainland. Words from his father suggest that many people are not convinced that the route expedition will succeed and that it will be difficult to raise funds, so it is understandable that Mr. Morsan has recently caught fire and that he is in charge of the program.

Well, crossing the other side of the world to become Mr. Morsan's second son, then it should be reprimanded by him, who called the crosser to take possession of his son's body.

But being looked down on by Mr. Morsan made Claude feel bad. The reason he couldn't hit the antelope was because he couldn't find it, but there were always rabbits. Although smarter, Claude didn't believe he couldn't hunt those rabbits.

Now Claude was practicing shooting in the woods out of town, putting the target a hundred meters away. If you can't hunt rabbits, you don't expect to get close to them 50 meters away, and a hundred meters away might keep the rabbits from escaping that fast. It's just a hundred meters away. Look at the rabbit. It's just a yellow bean size. Claude still needs to practice his eyes...

After three days of practice, 100 meters away from the target will be able to score seven or eight hearts. Claude realized he was almost ready for action, so he asked Verricolo to go hunting rabbits together this afternoon.

The only reason for two people was that Eriksson was going to the pier to get his little fishing boat, and Bok Al was busy doing his business and selling new targets designed by Claude. It is said that the business is good. The principal money of the four silver tallers invested by the four partners has doubled. A merchant carpenter master from the Bork Al family is being commissioned to produce a third batch of 80 new targets and to print 300 new batches of target paper...

The Obash 2 type rope gun in Boquer is currently in use by Verricolo and, as usual, has removed the star sight.

After the first lesson in the afternoon, Claude and Villicro stopped preparing for the next two equestrian training sessions, left the school to get to Claude's house first, put the two fire rope guns under the bed in the attic, grabbed the guns and took what they needed, went out and ordered a carriage to take them under the dunes and woods south of the town, and then the two headed up the hill.

The best place to hunt rabbits is in the hills and hills south of town, Verricolo said. Though it's all farm forests, orchards and vegetables, rabbit pheasants are not uncommon. Large predators do not dare to come to the area at all, because most of the owners who own the property are nationals, and they basically have guns in their homes, and hunting is a hobby. So in a way, these little animals don't have natural enemies, they reproduce very quickly, and they grow a lot.

The main reason why the four of us came here last time was because Bok Al was so eager to find a large prey that he kept traveling through the woods. It was normal to hear the moving animals either escape or hide, so he didn't hit the prey.

Claude, it's strange. Didn't you say the guard dogs here were capable of catching little animals?

Verricolo explained to him that most of the owners' watchdogs here were designed to prevent their farms, forests, orchards and vegetables from being ravaged by the small animals and basically wouldn't let their watchdogs leave their property. So as soon as the two of us go deeper into the mountain forest, we can find a good place to stay for the rabbit. What it takes most to hunt these little animals is patience.

A short walk later, Verricolo climbed up a small dune with Claude, underneath which were sparse bushes and bushes, and dense grass nests.

“All right, this is the place.” Verricolo said to Claude with great satisfaction, "We'll set up guns right here, waiting for rabbits and wild chickens to show up, and the fire rope needs to be lit first, long. If you have a target, pull the rope over the cartridge and fire. If you don't have a target, replace it. Also, from now on, let's not talk, those little things are very sensitive ears, as long as the wind passes our speech, they will hide or run away again..."

“Are we waiting here with guns?” Claude asked.

Vericulo nodded: "Yes, hunting these little things you have to learn to be patient. ”

Claude stopped talking and stared silently at the bushes beneath the mound when the gun was ready. Verricolo said that wild chickens love to move around in the bushes. Uh, Claude still prefers chicken soup to rabbits...

After not knowing how long, Claude felt his feet were numb and there was still no movement around him, only a gust of wind through the woods and grass.

Wanting to move his body, he was poked with his finger a few times, turned his head, and saw Velikoro showing him a grass nest under the hill on the left. When I looked closely, I saw a grey rabbit with two long ears, looking at it, still chewing grass in his mouth.

Vericulo stretched out his two fingers, lit Claude and himself, lit the rabbit again, and finally pointed to the two guns. Claude understands that this is about firing with him in case he misses a shot and gets run over by the rabbit.

Nodded and pulled the flame rope over the cartridge, Claude began to aim.

The rabbit was about eighty meters from the earth mound, and Claude was pleased that the rabbit had remained in place and his head was still shaking, but his body had not moved.

When Claude felt confident, he snapped the board. Even close to a hundred meters away, the gray rabbit seemed to hear something, and suddenly raised his ears and listened carefully to the surrounding noise.

However, it was alarmed that it had been late and that two shots had been fired, almost simultaneously, by Claude and Vikro.

Watching the rabbit from afar seemed to jump high in place, and another fell into the grass and disappeared.

Claude was disappointed: “I missed it, let it go...”

And Vericulo jumped up and said, "Hit it, it didn't run away. We put the guns on good shots, and then we searched the bushes, and the rabbits were around. ”

The two men put good gunpowder and guns on the rope gun again. After lighting and clamping the rope, they took the stand as a cane and stepped down from the dust hill.

“Too bad we didn't bring the hounds.” Villicro suddenly sighed.

“Hound?” Claude heard about the fact that their family had three hunting dogs, said to be the hybrid of the native dogs, commonly known as watchdogs and mountain wolves. Bigger, smarter and fiercer than the guard dogs, he was a good help to his father when he went hunting in the mountains.

“What are you doing with a hound?” Claude asked.

“If we brought the hounds, we wouldn't have to go down there and search the bushes. The hound will go down there and help us bring back the rabbit we hit. But if we do bring a hound dog, maybe we don't even have to carry a gun. My big black dick and black dick can catch the rabbit wild chicken from this mountain forest by themselves..." Véricolo said.

This is bullshit, Claude says no.

“Really, I'm not lying to you.” Our three hunting dogs are trained to deal with the big wild animals in the mountains, even a boar can strangle me so my father can find a shot to kill. Usually the one who caught a rabbit chicken didn't talk. Now we can't even find a rabbit in the mountain forest near our house. They caught us long ago. ”

“Didn't you say the guard dogs down the hill could catch rabbits and chickens? ”

“The watchdogs can be caught, but only in the farm orchards and vegetables they guard. Catching rabbits in the mountains is lucky to catch one or two chickens, but untrained is basically for nothing. For example, when they go into the mountains, they scream at the animals that can run away long ago...”

“So what do you say about rabbits and chickens? Can you set traps and condoms? ”

“Let me think about this…” Verricolo said for a moment: "To catch rabbits and wild mountain chickens, besides hunting dogs, is basically to shoot them at a distance like we did. However, many hunters prefer to use hunting bows and stone crossbows to hunt rabbit chickens, one with a higher chance of hitting than a musket, and the other with a lower sound, unlike a musket, one with the exception of the one next to the target that was hit.

As for the traps, the pit enclosure, these are the big beasts that are used against rabbits and chickens, I've never heard of them. I don't really know what you're talking about, but I've heard people spill spirit-soaked wheat in the bushes before, and when the wild chickens get drunk, they can pick it up. Others say that wild chickens are blind. If you cover them with a torch or a lamp at night, they won't run. It's easy to grab one with one hand. I've tried it, it's useless. They all ran away without waiting for you to get close... ”

The grey rabbit fell into the grass, had a bullet hole in his back, and was out of gas.

Verricolo said he was aiming for the head, Claude must have hit him, and Claude couldn't be sure if he had, but he laughed at the grey rabbit and went home at night to explain, this time satisfying Mr. Morsan's appetite for rabbits.

"We have to go somewhere else," said Vericulo. "Those two gunshots have scared away all the little animals around us, and we'll never see a single prey again unless we wait till night. ”

Claude ignored him, and this would be busy choosing those tough, thin vines from the grass to weave the condoms.

“What are you doing?” Villicro asked.

“Setting traps.” Claude replied that this was a skill he would have had in the mountain village when he was a child in his previous life. Which one of the bear children in the mountain village was not a good fisherman for catching wild chicken rabbits, and he was fortunate that this skill had not been forgotten by himself: “This is a condom that specializes in catching wild chicken and rabbit traps. ”

“Can this catch wild chickens and rabbits?” Villicro also squatted down to help make up the condom, although he still suspected it.

“Well, we'll put these condoms under the bushes and the grass nest later, and we'll see if we can get anything tomorrow.” Claude said.

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