Chapter 149 Bear Hunting Clash

The next morning, just as the first hint of dawn appeared on the horizon, the morning mist had not yet completely dissipated.

He Yuzhu got up early and called over Lao Wei, Lao Zheng, Xiao Zheng, and the others who were traveling with him.

The group packed their documents and letters of introduction and headed straight for the Russian steel mill.

They came on an important procurement mission from within China and dared not delay for a moment.

But when they rushed to the gate of the steel plant, they were stopped by the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper was tall and had a serious expression. He looked He Yuzhu and his group of unfamiliar Chinese people up and down with a wary gaze.

He reached out and stopped them, curtly refusing their request to enter the factory.

He Yuzhu knew that the only thing to do right now was to find a contact person, so he immediately spoke in the Russian language that he had learned in advance.

He said to the gatekeeper, "We're here to discuss procurement matters. We're looking for Mihajlovic."

Upon hearing this, the gatekeeper did not continue to obstruct the way rudely.

He turned and walked into the guardhouse, picked up the landline on the table, and dialed the steel mill's internal number.

He rattled off a string of words into the phone, his expression remaining unchanged throughout.

After hanging up the phone, the security guard walked back to the gate and shrugged at He Yuzhu.

He said in broken Chinese, "Mihajlovic didn't come to work today."

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu frowned slightly, a hint of doubt rising in his mind.

But he didn't think much of it and asked another question.

"Besides him, who else can take care of us? Could you please ask around for me?"

Seeing this, the security guard turned around and went back to the guardhouse, where he dialed the number again.

After another lengthy conversation, the security guard slowly put down the phone.

He walked out of the guardhouse and shook his head helplessly at He Yuzhu.

"None of the staff members who were supposed to greet you came to work today."

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu's heart skipped a beat, and a thought suddenly popped into his head.

He thought to himself: Could it be that I got them all drunk last night and they're still not awake?

Last night at the drinking party, he single-handedly drank all of the dozen or so burly men under the table.

The fact that everyone is absent right now seems rather odd.

Since they couldn't get into the factory and couldn't contact the person in charge,

He Yuzhu didn't want to waste his time at the steel mill gate, so he immediately waved his hand.

He said to the people around him, "Let's go back to our accommodation first."

The group had no choice but to turn around and slowly walk back along the roadside.

The atmosphere on the way was a bit somber. Old Wei looked at He Yuzhu, whose face was calm, and offered some words of comfort.

"Section Chief, don't worry, good things take time."

"The fact that other departments were able to connect smoothly is because they had prior acquaintances and old relationships with them."

"It's normal for us to run into obstacles a few times since this is our first time here."

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu simply nodded and did not reply.

Old Wei thought for a moment, then asked with some concern, "Section Chief, you got them all drunk last night, won't they hold a grudge?"

Before He Yuzhu could speak, Lao Wei added, "Probably not."

"I've heard that the people here in Russia are very generous and don't care about these little things."

He Yuzhu listened, sighed softly, and slowly began to speak.

"I don't know either; this is the first time I've ever encountered a bear-like person."

"However, if this happened in China, being drunk like this in public and losing face like that would definitely make people want to get revenge."

Old Zheng, who was standing nearby, immediately chimed in, "That's definitely a must."

"More than a dozen people were drunk under the table by our section chief alone. He's lost all face."

He Yuzhu smiled faintly and said with a determined look in his eyes.

"Let's wait and see what tricks they have up their sleeves next."

Old Zheng took a few steps and couldn't help but complain.

"Coming to buy something this time is like going through five checkpoints and defeating six generals."

"Didn't everyone say that the Russians are decisive and straightforward? How come this is completely different from the rumors?"

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu couldn't help but burst into laughter, and calmly explained.

"Haha, only those they approve of can enjoy this kind of pleasure."

"Plus, it's our first time here, and we're unfamiliar with the area, so it's not surprising that they deliberately made things difficult for us."

Young Zheng, who was standing to the side, was straightforward and immediately pouted and muttered something under his breath.

"Huh? So the big brother isn't really a big brother after all. He's not that reliable at all."

As soon as he said this, He Yuzhu's expression changed slightly, and he immediately reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

He solemnly instructed, "Don't say these things when you get back. Be careful what you say and do when you're out in public."

Xiao Zheng then realized he had misspoke, and quickly nodded, saying with some grievance.

"I know, I was just saying it offhand. I thought it was really that easy to get along with people here."

He Yuzhu looked at him and said in a calm tone, "Don't assume what you think, seeing is believing."

"We are now standing on the soil of the Russian bear. What you see with your own eyes and experience firsthand is the most real."

Xiao Zheng nodded as if he understood, and replied softly, "Oh, okay."

They walked in silence, slowly making their way back to their lodgings.

Before we knew it, it was noon, and no one was really in the mood for food.

The group went directly to the canteen attached to their accommodation and grabbed a quick bite.

The food in the canteen was very simple, consisting entirely of coarse grains and pickled vegetables, and had little flavor.

After the group finished eating quickly and rested for a while, He Yuzhu was still unwilling to give up.

In the afternoon, he set off alone again and went to the steel mill once more.

But when we arrived at the destination, the result was the same.

The security guard repeated the same thing: none of the staff he was supposed to be in charge of were on duty.

He Yuzhu knew perfectly well that he wasn't really not there; he was deliberately avoiding her.

As for whether he was genuinely asking for leave or simply avoiding people, he already knew the answer in his heart.

After a whole day of trying and making no progress, everyone was feeling frustrated.

In the evening, seeing that everyone was in a gloomy mood, He Yuzhu suggested that they go for a walk.

The group slowly walked out of the accommodation area and headed towards the steel mill's residential area.

After this visit, the group was completely stunned.

The residential area for employees of this steel plant is surprisingly large.

As far as the eye can see, there are densely packed buildings and bungalows scattered about.

With streets, shops, schools, and clinics, this is no ordinary town.

It's basically a small city, with a permanent population of at least a few hundred thousand.

After walking around for a while, the group discovered the problem.

The food available in the market is pretty much the same, nothing special.

The ingredients are extremely limited, with potatoes making up the vast majority, and the cooking method is also very crude.

After walking around for a while, everyone was getting a little hungry.

I specifically chose the restaurant with the highest foot traffic and the most bustling atmosphere and went inside.

We ordered several local specialties, but they didn't quite suit the tastes of most Chinese people.

The food was too salty and the cooking was simple, so I didn't really like it.

After eating a few bites, the group lost their appetite and slowly returned to their lodgings.

And so, another night passed.

The next day, just as dawn broke, He Yuzhu was planning to take a few men to the steel mill to try their luck again.

Before they could even leave the house, there was a loud knocking on the door.

The knocking was urgent and forceful, clearly not the way an ordinary person would knock.

Xiao Zheng was closest to the door, so he quickly walked over and opened it.

When the door opened, everyone was stunned.

Standing outside the door was Mihajlovic, whom they had been searching for for two days.

Moreover, he didn't come empty-handed today, nor was he wearing his usual work clothes.

They were fully armed, and their outfits looked exceptionally imposing.

The old man was dressed in a tight-fitting hunting outfit that accentuated his strong physique.

A wide leather bullet belt was tightly tied around his waist and slung diagonally across his body.

The ammunition belt was neatly filled with bullets, which He Yuzhu recognized at a glance.

It was filled with Mosin-Nagant rifle bullets, and it was quite heavy.

Mihajlovic saw Xiao Zheng open the door, and his eyes swept over He Yuzhu inside the room.

There was no trace of the embarrassment or awkwardness on his face after being drunk and passed out the day before yesterday.

Instead, he walked into the house with great enthusiasm, heading straight for He Yuzhu.

He walked up to He Yuzhu, opened his arms, and gave him a big bear hug.

The hug was incredibly strong, showcasing the hearty and generous nature of the Russians.

After releasing He Yuzhu, Mihajlovic immediately burst into loud laughter.

"Hahaha, He, I'm really sorry!"

"You got me completely drunk the day before yesterday, and I was completely unconscious after we got back. I lay in bed all day yesterday and couldn't get up at all."

"I'm completely impressed by your alcohol tolerance, it's definitely this high!"

As he spoke, he raised his thumb high, his eyes full of admiration.

Seeing his expression, He Yuzhu smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

"You're the same, you can hold your liquor pretty well."

Upon hearing this, Mihajlovic immediately pretended to be angry and waved his hand.

"Hey, I'm really going to get angry if you say that!"

"You have no idea, I had a splitting headache yesterday, it hurt all day long, and my wife nagged me all day long, my ears are practically calloused."

Seeing his helpless expression, He Yuzhu smiled and asked, "Are you feeling better now? Your head doesn't hurt anymore?"

Mihajlovic immediately straightened his back and patted his chest.

"All done! I'm completely recovered after a good night's sleep!"

Seeing this, He Yuzhu immediately seized the opportunity and asked, "Can we go into the factory now to discuss procurement matters?"

Unexpectedly, Mihajlovic shook his head repeatedly and said in a mysterious tone.

"No, no, no, there's no rush for the procurement. We have plenty of time."

"I came here today specifically to show you the unique ethnic characteristics of our Russian side."

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu looked him up and down carefully, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He deliberately asked, "What's special about it? Is it a dress-up game?"

Mihajlovic was taken aback at first, then realized what was happening and burst into laughter.

"Haha, of course not! Today I'm taking you hunting; you've probably never done it before!"

A knowing glint flashed in He Yuzhu's eyes, but he pretended to be very interested.

"Oh? Hunting? I'd like to see that for myself."

Xiao Zheng stood to the side, listening to the two of them chattering away in Russian.

I was so anxious I was scratching my head, but I couldn't understand a single word.

Although he had learned a few everyday Russian phrases from He Yuzhu, the two were currently speaking at a fast pace and using unfamiliar vocabulary.

It was far beyond his comprehension, and he couldn't keep up at all.

After the two finished speaking, Xiao Zheng quickly moved closer to He Yuzhu and asked in a low voice.

"Section Chief, what was he saying? You guys are having such a lively discussion."

He Yuzhu turned his head and whispered to Xiao Zheng.

"He said he'd take us hunting. I guess the old guy just wanted to show off his marksmanship."

"Didn't you see he was fully armed, even carrying bullets? It's obvious he came prepared."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zheng's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with surprise, and he lowered his voice to say something.

"Hunting? Showing off his marksmanship? Isn't he just asking for trouble?"

"Section Chief, your skills and marksmanship are top-notch. He just ran into the line of fire!"

Before He Yuzhu could speak, Old Zheng quickly reached out and patted Little Zheng, scolding him in a low voice.

"Alright, watch your mouth and don't say anything out of line!"

"They have no idea what the section chief used to do. To outsiders, most of us who do purchasing are just clerical workers."

"You know nothing about marksmanship or hunting, don't give yourself away."

Xiao Zheng suddenly realized what was happening, and quickly covered his mouth, trying to suppress the smile on his face.

He thought to himself: "Today is going to be a good show. Let's see how the section chief deals with this Russian bastard."

The two whispered conversation reached Mihajlovic's ears.

Although he couldn't understand the specifics, he could tell that the people's expressions were strange.

He immediately asked, "He, what are you talking about? When can we set off?"

He Yuzhu smiled faintly and said, "We'll just need to change our clothes."

"We definitely can't go hunting in these leather shoes and Zhongshan suits we're wearing now."

Mihajlovic nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"Yes, yes, yes! Hurry up and change your clothes, I'll wait for you outside, no rush."

After saying that, Mihajlovic turned and walked out of the room, waiting outside the door.

Inside the room, the group began searching for their belongings.

To maintain a presentable appearance, they all wore leather shoes and crisp Zhongshan suits.

Old Wei and Xiao Zheng left in a hurry and didn't bring any other changes of clothes, so they could only stare blankly at each other.

He Yuzhu was prepared, and pulled out a set of loose-fitting clothes for practicing martial arts from his suitcase.

He changed into a pair of sturdy and durable yellow rubber shoes, his outfit simple yet neat.

Xiao Zheng watched as He Yuzhu skillfully changed his clothes and asked with a look of surprise.

"Section Chief, you're still wearing that outfit? Did you know all along that this trip wouldn't be so simple?"

He Yuzhu straightened his clothes as he spoke casually.

"It's better to be prepared. When you're out and about, who knows what unexpected situations you might encounter?"

"Even on the battlefield, the enemy situation can change in an instant. It's always good to be prepared."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zheng nodded emphatically, his face full of admiration.

"Section Chief, I've learned my lesson. I'll be more careful when I go out in the future."

Not long after, He Yuzhu had completely changed his clothes.

He called over Lao Wei, Lao Zheng, and Xiao Zheng, and together they walked out of their room.

As soon as they stepped outside, they saw two imposing GAZ jeeps parked outside.

With its sturdy body and robust appearance, it is the most common type of vehicle in the local area of ​​Russia.

Several tall, burly men with fierce expressions stood beside the car.

He was dressed exactly like Mihajlovic, both in hunting attire with bullet belts hanging from their waists.

He exudes a rugged, battle-hardened aura.

When Mihajlovic saw the group come out, his gaze immediately fell on He Yuzhu.

When they saw that only He Yuzhu had changed his clothes, and that he was wearing loose, simple clothes.

In his eyes, the clothes were both tacky and ugly, and the yellow rubber shoes on his feet were even more unpresentable.

He frowned immediately and said, "He, you changed into this outfit?"

"Would you like me to find you a set of hunting clothes that fits well? So that it won't be inconvenient when you're hunting."

He Yuzhu waved his hand and refused in a calm tone, "No need, there's no need to go to such trouble."

"We're just going to see what it's like. Hunting always involves walking through forests and grasslands, and this is comfortable to wear."

"If it's just a casual look, there's no need to change these clothes."

Seeing his insistence, Mihajlovic didn't press him any further and waved his hand, saying...

"Alright, in that case, get in the car!"

Both Lao Wei and Xiao Zheng were riding in such a car for the first time, and they were filled with excitement.

His eyes darted curiously over the car, his hands and feet seemingly at a loss for what to do.

Seeing the two men's appearance, the Russians couldn't help but curl their lips into a sneer of disdain.

His eyes were full of disdain, as if he thought these Chinese people were unsophisticated.

He Yuzhu observed all of this without showing any emotion.

He walked straight to the first jeep, opened the door, and sat in the passenger seat.

This position was originally Mihajlovic's exclusive spot.

Upon seeing this, Mihajlovic's expression stiffened slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Helpless, he walked to the second jeep, shooed one of his men away, and got into the passenger seat.

Soon, both jeeps started up at the same time, their engines roaring as they drove off into the suburbs.

As the car drove along the road, pedestrians were already used to the scene.

Occasionally, a few familiar locals would wave and greet the car, asking questions loudly.

"Mikhail, are you taking your guests hunting?"

The bear-like man in the vehicle laughed and replied, "That's right, we're taking our Chinese guests who have come from afar to see our hunting!"

Upon hearing this, passersby looked at He Yuzhu and his group with a hint of a smile and loudly reminded them.

"Then you'd better be careful! Be safe!"

The car slowly drove out of the small town next to the steel mill and completely entered the wilderness outside the city.

The road conditions were getting worse and worse, with potholes everywhere, making the car bounce very violently.

The car sped along for more than two hours before finally coming to a slow stop.

He Yuzhu has practiced martial arts for many years and has excellent physical fitness, so this bumpy ride is nothing to him.

But Lao Wei and Xiao Zheng suffered, their bodies spinning and disoriented.

My buttocks were almost numb from all the bouncing, my whole body ached, and my face was a little pale.

The car stopped in a vast meadow.

The weeds grew very lushly, some reaching above a person's ankles, while others were still about ten centimeters tall.

The wind blows across the grass, creating waves of green grass, offering a very open view.

He Yuzhu looked around and thought to himself: These guys are at least sensible; they didn't lead us into the dense forest.

If they really get into the woods, they might deliberately cause trouble, and the group could easily suffer losses.

Everyone got out of the car and stepped onto the soft grass to catch their breath.

Mihajlovic walked up to He Yuzhu with a smug smile on his face and asked.

"Hey, are you planning to just watch us fight from the sidelines, or do you want to try it yourselves?"

He Yuzhu's eyes lit up, and he said calmly, "Since we're here, let's give it a try."

"What man in the world doesn't like guns?"

Upon hearing this, Mihajlovic immediately burst into laughter and loudly echoed his sentiment.

"Haha, that's so true! What man doesn't like a gun!"

As he spoke, he walked straight to the back of the jeep and reached out to open the trunk.

He Yuzhu followed without making a sound, and when he looked down, a knowing glint flashed in his eyes.

In the trunk, several Mosin-Nagant rifles and a few hunting rifles were neatly arranged.

Most notably, a powerful AK47 assault rifle was also hidden there.

He Yuzhu's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously reached out to pick up the AK47 and examine it closely.

But the moment his hand touched the gun, Mikhailovic stopped him.

Mikhailovich gripped the gun tightly and spoke in a serious tone.

"He, you can't use this, it's too dangerous."

"I bet this is your first time handling a gun. The recoil is too strong; you can't control it."

"This one is more suitable for you; it's perfect for beginners."

As he spoke, Mikhailovich took a Mosin-Nagant rifle from the trunk.

But instead of handing the gun directly to He Yuzhu, he held the gun and began to patiently explain.

From the structure of the rifle, the loading procedure, aiming techniques, to precautions for firing.

He rattled off a long, detailed explanation.

He appears to be patiently instructing a novice, but in reality, he is full of contempt.

Xiao Zheng, who was standing to the side, listened with his eyes shining and his hands itching to try.

After Mihajlovic finally finished explaining, he looked at He Yuzhu and asked.

"Did you understand? Do you want to try it out with an empty gun first?"

After saying that, he handed the unloaded gun to He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu took the gun, pretending to be very unfamiliar and clumsy.

He slowly pulled back the bolt, squinted at the distance, and deliberately imitated the sound of gunfire with his mouth.

With a "bang," it looked particularly comical.

This sight immediately caused the Russians to burst into laughter.

The laughter was full of mockery and contempt, as if He Yuzhu was indeed a novice who knew nothing.

He Yuzhu didn't care at all, and his face remained blank.

He turned and handed the gun to Xiao Zheng, gesturing for him to come and try it out as well.

Xiao Zheng excitedly took the gun, his hands trembling slightly.

Following He Yuzhu's example, he kept pulling the bolt and aiming at the distance.

After practicing for only a few moves, the movements were already quite impressive, showing a certain flair.

Seeing this, Mihajlovic's expression turned serious, and he spoke solemnly to the two of them.

"Before I hand you the bullets, I must emphasize one ironclad rule!"

"A gun must never be pointed at a person, even if it's unloaded!"

He Yuzhu nodded immediately and replied earnestly, "I know, I will explain it to him."

After saying that, he turned his head and carefully translated the rule to Xiao Zheng.

Xiao Zheng's expression turned serious, and he quickly nodded earnestly in agreement, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Mihajlovic then had someone bring bullets and gave each of He Yuzhu and Xiao Zheng a bullet bridge.

Five bullets were neatly packed in one of the bullet bridges.

Under Mihajlovic's full supervision, He Yuzhu and Xiao Zheng slowly loaded the bullets into the magazine.

After loading the bullets, Xiao Zheng was eager to pull the bolt to chamber a round.

He was stopped by Mihajlovic with a stern voice as soon as he made a move.

"Load the gun only after you spot your prey! You're beginners, too tense, it's easy to accidentally fire!"

After saying that, he turned to look at He Yuzhu and gave him a special instruction.

He Yuzhu responded with a faint "Mm".

He knew better than anyone that there were countless examples of new recruits on the battlefield accidentally firing their weapons due to nervousness.

Then, he carefully translated Mihajlovic's words to Xiao Zheng.

Xiao Zheng then realized he had been too hasty, smiled awkwardly, and loosened his grip on the bolt.

With everything ready, everyone except Lao Zheng stayed behind to watch the car.

The rest of the men carried guns, and two of the bear-men carried large hunting bags, ready to carry their prey.

The jeep was making a huge noise the whole way.

They had already scared away all the small animals in the vicinity, so if you wanted to hunt, you had to walk deeper into the area to find prey.

The group lined up and slowly walked deeper into the meadow.

They tread lightly, not daring to make too much noise, for fear of disturbing the prey in the distance.

After walking silently for a while, Mihajlovic, who was walking at the front, suddenly raised his hand.

This signaled to everyone to stop immediately and crouch down.

After making this gesture, he realized that He Yuzhu and the others did not understand the hunting hand signals for bears.

He lowered his voice and whispered something to He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu remained calm, his gaze quickly sweeping over the few Russians around him.

They moved with practiced skill and looked alert, their squatting posture was standard and neat.

He was clearly a seasoned veteran with professional training, not an ordinary sales staff member.

He Yuzhu nodded to himself: It seems that this group of people came prepared and are not clerical staff at all.

Then, he lowered his voice and spoke to Lao Wei and Xiao Zheng beside him.

"Don't move! Crouch down right now, they've spotted their prey."

Old Wei was a calm and steady man. Without saying a word, he immediately bent down and squatted down, following instructions throughout the process.

Xiao Zheng quickly squatted down, but his head kept turning back and forth.

It stared wide-eyed, looking around for any trace of its prey, but saw nothing.

Seeing his anxious expression, He Yuzhu quietly pointed him in a direction.

He said softly, "Look over there, there are some antelopes grazing."

Xiao Zheng looked in the direction he pointed and squinted at it for a long time.

I could only make out a few small black dots on the grass in the distance, but I couldn't make out what they were at all.

He immediately asked in a low voice, "Section Chief, I only saw a few small black dots, what are they?"

He Yuzhu smiled slightly and said softly, "Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough."

He Yuzhu's ability to accurately pinpoint the direction of his prey surprised the several bear-men.

They all looked at He Yuzhu with surprise, their hearts filled with confusion.

They thought to themselves: This Chinese man is hunting for the first time, and his eyesight is so good.

You know, when they first went hunting, they were just like that young man next to them.

Like a blind fool, he looked around aimlessly, but couldn't find anything.

After observing for a while, Mihajlovic quietly made a hand gesture.

He gestured for everyone not to get up and to continue bending over and slowly feeling forward.

The current distance is about 300 meters, which is too far for them, and they are not confident of hitting it.

The group held their breath and slowly approached the prey.

When they were almost 150 meters away from the antelope, the bear-men finally stopped.

They quietly pulled back the bolts, chambering bullets, their movements so subtle they were almost silent.

Watching their actions, Xiao Zheng felt excited and wanted to load his gun as well.

The moment his hand touched the bolt, He Yuzhu grabbed it and forcibly stopped him.

He Yuzhu gently shook his head at him and whispered, "Just watch, don't move around."

"Wait until you encounter prey that's close by before you make your move."

Xiao Zheng nodded, then asked, somewhat puzzled, "Section Chief, aren't you going to call?"

He Yuzhu responded calmly, "Let's see, there's no rush."

Several Russians witnessed this scene and nodded in agreement with He Yuzhu.

Some people even smiled quietly at He Yuzhu, their eyes showing a hint of approval.

In their view, this young novice was quite sensible.

If Xiao Zheng were to fire rashly, even if he missed, he would scare away all the prey.

The entire room fell silent; everyone held their breath, waiting for the right moment.

More than a minute later, the antelope in the distance was still grazing with its head down, completely unaware.

Suddenly, a loud "bang" rang out!

Mihajlovic, who was at the front, was the first to pull the trigger.

Immediately afterwards, "bang!" "bang!" "bang!"

Several sharp gunshots rang out in succession, breaking the tranquility of the meadow.

He Yuzhu kept his eyes fixed on the direction of the antelope, seeing it clearly.

As the gunshot rang out, one antelope fell to the ground, and the rest of the antelopes were instantly startled and scattered in all directions.

Seeing this, the Russians quickly fired another round of shots.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Several shots were fired in quick succession, but the panicked antelope ran away so fast that not a single hair was hit.

As the gunshots fell, a bear-like man shouted excitedly, his tone full of pride.

"Haha, I shot it! I hit that antelope!"

The other people from the bear tribe did not refute this.

When we were aiming, none of us were aiming at the same prey.

Judging from the location of the fallen antelope, it was indeed hit by the person who spoke earlier.

Once they confirmed that their prey had fallen, everyone got up and quickly ran towards the antelope.

They moved swiftly, as if afraid their prey wasn't quite dead, and seized the opportunity to escape.

He Yuzhu and his group followed behind, moving at a slower pace.

Because He Yuzhu wanted to take special care of Lao Wei and Xiao Zheng, who hadn't run around much.

When they arrived, several bear-men were already surrounding the fallen antelope and began to bleed it.

His movements were practiced and his expression was calm; it was clear he did this kind of thing often.

Old Wei and Xiao Zheng had never seen such a scene before. Their faces turned slightly pale, and they dared not go forward to take a closer look.

He Yuzhu stood aside, watching intently with a calm expression.

In his view, this can be considered a skill for wilderness survival, and there's no harm in learning more about it.

As Mihajlovic worked, he looked up at He Yuzhu and asked with some surprise.

"He, aren't you afraid of this kind of scene?"

He Yuzhu smiled faintly and said calmly, "I've killed chickens, ducks, and geese before, so the principle is similar."

Upon hearing this, Mihajlovic immediately burst into laughter and nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, almost the same. It's all about killing, so there's nothing to be afraid of!"

The group worked quickly and soon finished bleeding the antelope.

Then, someone took out an entrenching tool and dug a hole in the ground.

They buried all the soil stained with antelope blood into the pit, carefully covering up the traces.

Seeing He Yuzhu's puzzled expression, Mihajlovic took the time to explain.

"We must bury the smell of blood. This is the wilderness, and a strong smell of blood will attract wild beasts, which is very dangerous."

The several Russians nodded in unison, having complete faith in this rule.

He Yuzhu nodded slowly, indicating that he understood.

How could he not know that leaving blood on the battlefield would also attract the enemy?

After processing the prey, the group continued their search ahead.

For the rest of the journey, they didn't see any more large prey.

Occasionally you might encounter a few wild rabbits or pheasants, none of them very large.

Seeing this, Mihajlovic gestured to He Yuzhu and Xiao Zheng that they could try it out.

He Yuzhu picked up the Mosin-Nagant rifle, deliberately held back, and fired a few shots casually.

They accurately shot a wild rabbit, which, in the eyes of the bear-men, was a complete fluke.

It was just good luck; it wasn't a real skill at all.

Needless to say, Xiao Zheng was so nervous that his hands were shaking as he held the gun.

Several shots were fired, but the bullets flew off somewhere, not even touching a single rabbit hair.

He Yuzhu looked at his flustered appearance but didn't say anything.

Subsequently, He Yuzhu asked the Russian for a bullet with a bridge.

Slowly fill the magazine, ready to fire at any moment.

As for Xiao Zheng, he had long since lost the chance to fire again.

In the eyes of the Russians, he was simply wasting bullets and couldn't help at all.

The group searched silently for a long time before finally encountering another group of prey.

This time, He Yuzhu was no longer deliberately sluggish as before.

He picked up the gun, aimed, and fired. His movements were much smoother, and his accuracy was much higher than before.

He even accurately hit a pheasant a hundred meters away, swift and decisive.

This scene caused the expressions of the several Russians around them to change instantly.

The way they looked at He Yuzhu was completely different now; it was full of shock and disbelief.

They all thought to themselves: This guy is way too good to be a novice who's just picked up a gun! His marksmanship is incredible!

This talent is simply heaven-defying!

But Mihajlovic, standing in the crowd, had a somber expression and harbored different thoughts.

He stared at He Yuzhu's back, thinking to himself: This He from China is really too mysterious.

He's stronger than him, has a better alcohol tolerance, and now his marksmanship is unfathomable.

He was 100% certain that he had been fooled; this guy had definitely handled a gun before!

In fact, Mihajlovic had deliberately tested the waters when they first met and shook hands.

He carefully examined He Yuzhu's hands and found that they did not have the thick calluses that come from years of handling guns.

That's why he arranged this hunting scene today.

The original plan was to get He Yuzhu and the others drunk at last night's drinking party.

Make sure they can't leave the house the next day, and then pretend to care.

Then, under the guise of helping them sober up, they went out hunting to show off their marksmanship.

Both through literary and military means, they completely intimidated He Yuzhu and his group, making them back down in the face of difficulties.

But to their utter surprise, at last night's drinking party, all of them, more than a dozen people, were taken down by He Yuzhu alone.

In terms of writing, it was a complete failure.

So today's hunt is to get revenge and intimidate the other side with force.

If we win this match, there will be a third match.

If they lose this game, they won't have the face to arrange a third game.

Thinking of this, Mihajlovic could no longer restrain himself and walked straight up to He Yuzhu.

With a serious expression and a solemn tone, he asked, "He, is this really your first time firing a gun?"

He Yuzhu looked up at him and said frankly, "No, that's not it."

This answer was exactly what Mihajlovic expected.

He immediately frowned and pressed, "Then why did you act like you didn't know how to use a gun at all just now?"

"You actually listened attentively to my shooting techniques for so long?"

He Yuzhu smiled knowingly and spoke in a relaxed tone.

"I haven't used your Russian Mosin-Nagant rifles much, so I'm a bit rusty with how to use them."

"Besides, you explained it so earnestly and in such detail, I have to give you a chance to prove yourself."

"Listening quietly is a way of showing respect."

Upon hearing this, Mihajlovic was speechless.

The words that were about to come out were swallowed back, and his face turned pale and then red.

The Russians standing nearby couldn't help but burst into laughter after hearing He Yuzhu's words.

They felt that He Yuzhu's statement was entirely correct.

When Mihajlovic was explaining just now, he definitely looked like he was teaching a beginner.

Even people who are not familiar with guns can't hurt to listen.

Although Lao Wei and Xiao Zheng couldn't understand the two's complete conversation, they could tell from everyone's reactions.

They burst into laughter, instantly enlivening the atmosphere.

Mihajlovic, however, turned purple and felt his blood rush to his head.

I was both angry and annoyed, but I couldn't find any reason to refute it.

After a moment of silence, he stared at He Yuzhu and asked again, unwilling to give up.

"Since you've handled a gun before, have you never hunted?"

He always felt that He Yuzhu was deceiving him.

But what he didn't know was that He Yuzhu had never hunted before; however, he had fought enemies.

Mihajlovic simply didn't ask clearly, nor did he even consider this aspect.

He Yuzhu nodded calmly and said, "No!"

Upon hearing this, Mihajlovic immediately concluded that He Yuzhu had only practiced target shooting and had no real combat experience.

His eyes immediately darkened, and he said provocatively, "That's just target practice! Dare to have a match with me?"

Seeing his defiant look, He Yuzhu asked calmly, "Are you sure you want to compete?"

Mihajlovic gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "We must compete! We absolutely must compete!"

We must win this battle now, and the use of force to deter others is absolutely essential.

He Yuzhu asked calmly, "How do we compete? You set the rules."

Mikhailovich immediately said, "Before we go back today, let's split up and hunt. Whoever catches more game wins!"

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu's lips curled into a slight smile, and he said, "A competition is fine, but there should be some kind of prize, right?"

"No one gets up early for nothing, and there's no point in competing if there's no reward."

Upon hearing this, Mihajlovic immediately fell into deep thought.

He had already been tricked at a previous drinking party, having been outmaneuvered by He Yuzhu.

He was afraid of falling into He Yuzhu's trap again, so he dared not agree easily.

After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and looked at He Yuzhu.

"Swear to me you've never hunted before, and I'll bet you this!"

Before He Yuzhu could even speak, the Russians who had come with him started making a fuss.

"Mikhail, are you scared? It's just a match against a Chinese person, and you've hesitated for so long!"

"Yeah, Mikhail, this kid looks to be in his early twenties. So what if he's handled a gun before?"

"Hunting requires experience, not just target practice! How about I compete for you?"

The commotion from the crowd made Mihajlovic's face even uglier.

Watching this scene, He Yuzhu smiled and asked, "So, should I still make the vow?"

Provoked by the crowd, Mihajlovic found himself in a difficult position and gritted his teeth, saying, "No need!"

He Yuzhu pressed further, "So, are we still going to compete?"

"Yes!" Mihajlovic said decisively.

Then he revealed his prize: "The prize is very simple!"

"If you win, I'll immediately take you on a tour of the steel mill, but of course, you can't go into the classified areas."

"As for purchase orders, I can't make the decision myself; they need my superiors' approval."

This condition perfectly aligned with He Yuzhu's thoughts.

His purpose in making this trip was to connect with factories and secure procurement resources.

Without hesitation, he readily agreed, "Okay! I promise you!"

He already knew in his heart that successfully completing the purchase would definitely not be that simple.

Let's win this match first and take the initiative.

The two sides agreed on the rules of the competition and immediately split up to take action.

Mihajlovic led half of his men and headed in one direction.

Two Russians were specially left to accompany He Yuzhu, ostensibly as his companions.

In reality, they were monitoring the entire process and would not point out any traces of their prey to He Yuzhu.

The two Russians knew this perfectly well, even without Mikhailovich's specific instructions.

Previously, when hunting, they would proactively remind He Yuzhu of the location of the prey.

The competition has now begun, and they remain silent throughout, focusing solely on moving forward.

In their view, He Yuzhu had never hunted before and it was impossible for him to find prey on his own.

Mihajlovic is destined to win this match.

He Yuzhu didn't care about this at all, nor was he in a hurry to find prey.

He followed slowly behind the two bear-like figures, looking as if he were taking a leisurely stroll.

Not long after, the sound of gunfire rang out in the distance.

Clearly, Mihajlovic had already made the first move and caught his first prey.

Not long after, another gunshot rang out.

The bear-like men beside them exchanged a glance, a smug smile spreading across their faces.

They were communicating in the Russian language, and they were certain that Mikhailovich had already caught the second rabbit.

He Yuzhu saw all of this but remained unmoved.

It wasn't until it was confirmed that Mihajlovic had caught his second prey that the situation was brought under control.

He Yuzhu, who had been silent all along, was finally ready to make his move.

He slowly stopped and picked up the Mosin-Nagant rifle from his back.

His eyes instantly became incredibly sharp, and his entire demeanor changed drastically.

Gone was his previous clumsiness and awkwardness; now he exuded the composure and sharpness of someone who had been through many battles.

His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, swept across the grass in front of him.

Once the target was locked in, there was no hesitation whatsoever.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Five shots rang out in quick succession, crisp and clean, with an astonishing rate of fire!

The two bear-like men beside him were completely dumbfounded, frozen in place, their faces full of shock.

They were completely dumbfounded, not even realizing what He Yuzhu was aiming at.

Looking in the direction he fired, there was only empty grass; nothing was visible.

One of the bear-men snapped out of his daze, his face full of disdain, and muttered something under his breath in the bear language.

"What's the point of firing blanks? It's just for show; you don't even hit anything!"

He Yuzhu was too lazy to argue with them and slowly put down the gun in his hand.

He turned to look at the bear-man beside him and said in a calm tone.

"Go and bring the car over, otherwise there will be too much prey and I'm afraid I won't be able to carry it all."

The Russian driver who had just been driving looked completely bewildered, thinking he had misheard.

Looking puzzled, he asked, "What did you say? You can't take it? Take what?"

He Yuzhu said calmly, "Of course, it's the prey I hunted."

Upon hearing this, the driver immediately sneered and said with a mocking expression.

"What prey are you talking about? Don't think that just because you fired a few shots, the prey will come crawling to you!"

Seeing this, He Yuzhu was too lazy to waste any more words with them.

He snatched the car keys from the driver's hand and ran towards the jeep.

His movements were incredibly fast and his agility was remarkable, unlike that of an ordinary person.

Before the two Russians could react, He Yuzhu had already run to the car.

He opened the car door, got in, and started the car—all in one smooth motion.

With a tap of the accelerator, the Jeep roared off.

By the time the two bear-like men came to their senses, they couldn't catch up with the speeding jeep.

They could only stand there and watch helplessly as He Yuzhu drove the car away.

The two were shocked and furious, but there was nothing they could do.

They exchanged a glance, then quickly turned and ran towards Mihajlovic.

After a frantic run, they finally found Mikhailovich searching for prey.

The two men, panting and looking flustered, ran up to Mihajlovic and said anxiously.

"Mikhail, something terrible has happened! That Chinese man, that He, drove the jeep away by himself!"

Upon hearing this, Mihajlovic's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with disbelief.

He shouted, "He drove it away? He'll still be driving our Jeep?"

One of the bear-like men quickly pointed in the direction the jeep was traveling and said anxiously.

"Look for yourself! He's already driven far away!"

Mihajlovic looked in the direction he was pointing.

The GAZ jeep had already sped several hundred meters away.

Just as he saw this, He Yuzhu slowed down and brought the car to a steady stop.

The scene before him completely stunned Mihajlovic, and a sense of unease instantly welled up in his heart.