With eyes facing each other, Grass's eyes were full of doubt.

A cobbler apprentice said that his gun was so fast that it was unimaginable that you were not joking.

"Where is your gun?"

"I haven't sent it to me yet. The person who manages the warehouse has gone out. It is said that he will not be able to come back in the evening."

Glass looked at him quietly, and hadn't spoken for a long time, as if he wanted to see if he was qualified.

His son Hawk was also looking at him. Speaking of which, Hawk should be about the same age as William, but because he followed Grass around the world, he received a lot of training and looked much stronger than William.

"How was his injury?"

Lin Yao looked at Hawke's legs and saw that it was covered in blood and was obviously seriously injured.

In 1888, when antibiotics were lacking, it was a desolate place like the Indian Reserve, and the price of injury was really great.

"Not very good. What hurt him was the Indian trap. The clip was specially used to deal with large beasts and could cut off human bones at once." Glass sighed: "I applied medicine to Hawk. If I didn't get infected, it would be almost better if I rest for three or four months, and the infection would be troublesome."

Grass has a solemn attitude, the medical equipment in the camp is simple, and there is even no special doctor.

When you get sick, it depends entirely on these hunters who have become doctors for a long time. What you fear most is wound infection.

Lin Yao went up and looked at it, and found that Hawke's wound had been simply washed and an unknown white ointment was applied.

He is not from a medical school and only knows how to keep the wound clean and effectively prevent infection from happening. I don’t know more about it.

Glass is an old hunter. Obviously, he has done the above treatment and does not need his additional reminder.

"You use Hawk's weapon first. Don't expect him to go out before the hunting operation is over." Glass walked into the tent, put on a bearskin coat, and handed over the weapon poked on the wooden box.

Lin Yao took it and looked at it. It was an old-fashioned bore gun. If he remembered correctly, the model of this gun was Sharps 1856 and the Hunter model.

Before shooting, you must first stuff gunpowder and projectiles into the muzzle, and then fire with the trigger to trigger the flint.

With the technological innovation, the gun was completely discontinued in 1862 and replaced by a newer rear-mounted rifle.

This is a completely antique gun that cannot keep up with the times. It has veterans who participated in the Civil War, so it is difficult for normal people to see them.

"Is this our weapon?"

Lin Yao held the master's gun and said unspeakably: "It is at least thirty-five years old, older than me! What era is it now? Even the guns appeared in 1883. The early rear-mounted rifles were even installed in the army in 1856. We are still using this master's goods?"

"How good do you think the weapon provided by the boss is? The latest 1888 committee rifle costs $368 per shot. Do you think the boss will prepare that for us? Forget it, that thing is more valuable than our lives. I dare say that if the boss sends it down, the camp will be empty tomorrow morning!"

Grass's answer was very direct. They were all self-recruiting hunters who did not bring their own weapons, and they used whatever the boss gave them.

Not to mention others, he is just him, give him a 1888 committee rifle, maybe he will also run away with a gun, let alone an ordinary hunter.

The ordinary hunters in the camp have worked hard for three months, and only earned $300, which is not as valuable as this gun.

"Are there any better weapons in the camp?" Although Lin Yao knew that the possibility was very small, he still couldn't help asking.

"Yes, the boss has a Carcano, the gold version, worth at least $800. Do you want it?" Glass paused slightly and said, "Gerard also fired Litchfield's rifle in succession, loaded five rounds at a time, and automatically loaded it. You can ask him if he will give it to you."

Lin Yao was speechless for a moment, but he didn't expect that Grass would have such humor.

Others say that he doesn't like to talk and always revolves around his son, so he is not easy to get along with.

Now look at it, he is actually cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and he does not have the arrogance he imagined.

"Haoke, take care of yourself, dad is going to work."

After allocating the weapons, Glass kissed his son's forehead and took Lin Yao out of the tent.

At this time, it was already seven in the morning, and most of the hunters set off.

The camp has regulations for hunters, each person must bring back at least 60 fur per month. Those who fail must be registered and settled in a unified manner after the hunting is completed.

If you fail to complete the prescribed task, your salary will be deducted, so no one will be lazy in the morning.

Lin Yao and Glas rode their horses and marched dozens of miles away.

Their hunting range includes a region of hundreds of miles.

In this area, it is said that it belongs to the Kree tribe among the Indians. This is a group of thousands of people and is now considered a large tribe.

They live in reserves assigned to them, and migrate to the south every fall and don't return until spring.

In theory, this reserve is 1,300 square kilometers, which is larger than Hong Kong Island, and is a hunting restricted area that is not allowed to enter by outsiders.

The Henry Fur Company took advantage of the loopholes that the Cree tribe would migrate south and secretly came to hunt illegally.

Their hunting range, with the northern mountains as a barrier, extends all the way south, covering a range of hundreds of square kilometers.

At present, the hunting team has been hunting in this direction for half a month, and there is no prey for dozens of miles away from the camp.

To obtain fur, they are heading further south, where the climate is milder and more deer and beaver are surviving.

The former is the main material for deer leather boots, while the latter is synonymous with beaver leather hats.

"Where are we going, tracking the deer or looking for beaver by the river?"

Riding on the horse and holding the old-fashioned rifle, Lin Yao asked Grass without looking back while paying attention to the surrounding environment.

Glass stopped and stopped, leaving marks from time to time, and said without raising his head: "None of them, we are dealing with two big guys. Yesterday, Hawke and I found a black bear with children here. It was because of tracking them that Hawke fell into the trap. Today I want to kill them and avenge my son."

"Two, are you sure you can deal with it?"

Lin Yao tightened the weapons in his hand, and it was not easy for the black bear to deal with. Even if he used a more modern continuous gun, it was difficult to ensure that the black bear was killed within a few shots.

There are woods here, and there is vegetation everywhere, so you don’t have to think about finding prey outside the thirty.

The distance of 30 meters is only a few seconds for the black bear to launch an attack to reach the target, and the error tolerance rate of shooting is very low.

Usually in this case, smart hunters will choose to give in. Unless they are very confident in themselves, they will not choose to fight against the black bear head-on in the woods.

If you missed it a few shots, or didn't kill it, it rushed over and would kill you.

"I have this!"

Glass lifted his leather jacket and revealed a large caliber pistol below.

The volcano hunting pistol is the name of this weapon.

Volcanoes represent lethality, and hunting represents its targetedness.

The two are combined together, which is a single-shot, large-caliber pistol specially used to hunt large prey.

nice one!

Lin Yao took a look and knew that this weapon was not a garbage gift from the boss for free, but a powerful equipment brought by Glass himself.

Conservatively estimated that the value of this gun will not be less than $250, which is enough to buy an ordinary war horse outside.

Even if you add some money, you can buy a 1888-type committee rifle. This gun is a classic model, and the technological level represents the limit of the moment.
Chapter completed!