Chapter 353: Oroqen Horses and Cannon Fire

The fight between the two drew everyone's attention.

Though, it wouldn't be accurate to say everyone; Wang An noticed that many soldiers and police officers had climbed down from their sleds and immediately left the scene.

And very quickly, Wang Shuai was forced to fight back.

Because for anyone, it is the same: offense is the best defense.

People like Wu Dong and Sun Nian were even more eager to see the chaos, and they began cheering on their respective good brothers and good sisters.

Immediately after, more people began joining in the commotion, regardless of which side they were on.

"Good, good!"

"Kick him, kick him!"

"Watch the head, watch the head!"

"Throw him, throw him!"

"Oh, missed him."

"Right, right, grapple him!"

It must be said, this bunch was truly bored out of their minds; they didn't even know how to be serious about bandit suppression, and here they were, watching a show.

If one had to name the most unreliable ones, it would have to be Wang An's sworn brother from another mother, Wang Shuai, and his sworn sister from another mother, Zhang Shuya.

These two really didn't have a shred of leadership quality.

In truth, whether it was a real fight or a fake one, this kind of hand-to-hand combat was mainly a test of endurance and ability to take a hit.

As for techniques and such, they didn't seem important at all.

And don't look down on it; Zhang Shuya's ability to eat meat was clearly paying off, because as time dragged on, Wang Shuai was clearly falling behind.

A few seconds later, Zhang Shuya seized the opportunity and executed a standard shoulder throw on Wang Shuai.

However, the moment Wang Shuai was about to hit the ground, Zhang Shuya clearly pulled him upward, so although Wang Shuai lay there, he was actually completely fine.

It must be said, Zhang Shuya could really eat meat, but she could also really fight.

Then, Zhang Shuya was seen squatting there, patting Wang Shuai's head as she said:

"Do I still need to teach you what to say?"

Wang Shuai blinked, lay there, and shouted very candidly: "Boss."

Hearing this, Zhang Shuya patted Wang Shuai's head with satisfaction and replied with a smile: "Good."

After saying this, Zhang Shuya stood up and stopped paying attention to Wang Shuai.

At this moment, Wu Dong and the others, who had just been cheering for Wang Shuai, began making snide remarks again.

"What a useless coward."

"Oh my, he just gave up like that."

"He's nothing; he can't even beat a woman."

But Sun Nian suddenly couldn't listen anymore and looked at those making the snide remarks with great disdain:

"If any of you think you're so good, go up there yourself. You can't even beat me; do you think you could last three moves against Shuya?"

Sun Nian's words carried quite a bit of weight, and all those making snide remarks immediately shut their mouths in embarrassment.

Wang Shuai stood up, patted the snow off his body, and said with an expression of honorable defeat:

"Niannian is the only one who understands. You bunch of bastards, all you know how to do is make snide remarks."

Wang An finally saw it: whether it was the four of them—Wang Shuai, Wu Dong, and the others—or Zhang Shuya, Sun Nian, and Liu Meng, this group all knew each other.

And from the way they addressed each other, it wasn't hard to see that their relationships were quite good.

Wang An guessed that these people were likely in the same circle in Bingcheng, though many of them were in competition with one another.

That was normal; where there are people, how could there not be competition?

As the fight between the two came to an end, the military and police sides began to assemble their teams.

Wang An and his two companions stood in the middle, looking truly isolated and helpless, like dogs entering a pack of wolves.

Furthermore, the military and police sides were wearing the same style of green military overcoats and standard-issue hats. Wang An and his two companions, however, were wearing hunting gear in three different colors and fur hats; to be honest, they looked quite out of place.

The key issue was that no one knew what Wu Dong and Zhang Shuya were thinking, placing Wang An and his two companions right in the middle of these two groups.

In this situation, it looked as if these two groups of officials had captured Wang An and his two companions.

After assembling the teams, no one spoke anymore; even Wang Shuai, Sun Nian, and the others were solemn-faced and serious.

After waiting a few more minutes, a police officer was heard speaking into a walkie-talkie: "Received."

Then, Wu Dong and Zhang Shuya, standing at the front, shouted almost simultaneously: "Attention everyone, move out."

Everyone began to walk toward the forbidden area.

And Wang An and his two companions were called out of the formation by Zhang Shuya.

It must be said, after leaving the formation, Wang An instantly felt his whole body relax.

That feeling of being "escorted" was truly not very pleasant.

Feeling relaxed, Wang An continued his habitual habit of looking around.

When Wang An turned his head, he noticed that the horses pulling the sleds for Wu Dong and the others were all, without exception, Oroqen horses.

Compared to local horses, Oroqen horses are not large in build; they are considered the most medium-sized among all horse breeds, with a shoulder height and body length of only between 1.3 and 1.4 meters.

Naturally, their four legs are not long; on the contrary, they are quite short.

But it must be said, if one is comparing all aspects for the purpose of mountain trekking and hunting in these great mountains.

Even Wang An's big stallion, which is a warhorse, cannot compare to an Oroqen horse.

Oroqen horses have a gentle temperament, are agile in movement, and can adapt to the vast majority of environments.

And this creature is also very capable of enduring hunger and thirst; even if not fed for a whole night, one can still ride it to hunt all over the mountains the next day.

The key is that for riding or carrying loads in these great mountains, their endurance is extremely strong.

Even more impressive is that riding this creature allows one to pass through forests, cross ditches, traverse fallen trees, and climbing mountains is not even worth mentioning.

In the summer, it can carry a person and jump across grass mounds in swampy areas; a person cannot distinguish which grass mound is solid, but it can.

And in the winter, especially when descending steep slopes in the snow, this creature can carry a person and sit on the snow like a dog, then slide down from the steep slope.

Of course, the most impressive thing is that Oroqen horses, regardless of whether they are male or female, or whether they have been gelded, are all very good at fighting.

Just like Wang An's big stallion, fighting against wolves or red dogs is not a problem at all.

In a nutshell, this Oroqen horse was actually bred by the Oroqen people generation after generation specifically for hunting.

It's just that, while this creature is truly good, the annoying part is that if one wants to buy one, it is extremely difficult to buy, or rather, they are rarely circulated on the market.

Almost all mountain trekkers, just like wanting to own a good gun, want to own an Oroqen horse.

And Wang An, as a mountain trekker, is no exception; furthermore, Wang An has a big advantage, which is—he is not short on money!

It's not that Wang An wants an Oroqen horse and therefore doesn't want his big stallion anymore.

But for gold panning and ginseng digging, staying in the mountains for several days or even a month or two is common, and the various conditions in the mountains are extremely complex.

In this situation, only an Oroqen horse can perfectly handle the job.

So when Wang An discovered that the horses pulling the sleds were all Oroqen horses, his eyes practically lit up.

To be honest, if the look in Wang An's eyes at this moment were seen by Mu Xueqing, Shen Wei, or Fang Xiue.

Without a doubt, they would all think this was the prelude to Wang An wanting to "get some."

Turning his head, Wang An began to silently ponder about Oroqen horses in his heart.

Just as Wang An was lost in thought, several "Boom," "Boom," "Boom" cannon sounds entered Wang An's ears.

Wang An was certain that this was definitely the sound of cannons, not the sound of firecrackers exploding.

Gathering a thousand monthly votes might be a stretch, but I'm still asking for monthly votes, hands clasped, hands clasped.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 354 =====