Before Yang Qiuchi could make a decision, the tiger under the tree had already pounced again, Yang Qiuchi only felt a sharp pain in his left forearm that was hugging the branch from below, and the tiger's front paws had torn his sleeves and made a few bloody cuts on his forearm. Yang Qiuchi grinned in pain, his hand loosened, and he almost fell off the tree, so he hurriedly hugged the trunk.

Fuck, I'm fucking you!

Yang Qiuchi reached out to take out the gun, but his body was lying on the branch, and the pistol was in the armed belt holster in his arms, and it was already pressed under him. Just as Yang Qiuchi was trying to maintain his balance while struggling to pout his ass to make room to reach in and pull out the gun, the tiger had already turned around on the ground and found that if he took advantage of the height advantage on the slope, he could catch the prey in the tree and had turned to the slope.

At the last moment, Yang Qiuchi couldn't care so much anymore, bowed down, left the branch with his chest and abdomen, and quickly stretched out his right hand into his arms and took out his pistol. Because the movement was too big and the branch was too thin, the body shook and almost lost its balance.

The tiger has turned its head and looked for an angle!

Yang Qiuchi desperately grabbed the branch to maintain balance, and the force was too strong to make the injured arm a tearing pain, but at the moment he couldn't take care of it, because he couldn't do it and didn't have time to load it with his left hand, he used his right index finger to pull the trigger guard, slammed it, and with a bang, he had loaded it with one hand.

The tiger adjusted the angle, sat back slightly, roared, and pounced on Yang Qiuchi again!

Bang! Yang Qiuchi didn't have time to aim at all, and raised his hand to shoot. The tiger in mid-air seemed to have been hit the head, its body lost its strength, flew under Yang Qiuchi's body, and fell to the side of the stream.

The tiger rolled on the ground a few times, then raised itself and let out a loud roar that shattered the valley. Turning his head, he stared at Yang Qiuchi on the tree, and walked over step by step, blood flowing down the tiger's forehead.

It's too late to study where the bullet hit the tiger, raise your hand and aim at the tiger's head, bam! Bang! Two more shots. Yang Qiuchi was less than five meters away from the tiger, and both shots accurately hit the tiger in the head. The tiger's head seemed to have been punched twice, and its head jerked back, swayed, and then fell to the ground. Bright red blood mixed with Bai Huahua's brain flowed down. The tiger's paws tugged at the grass a few times, and then it didn't move.

Yang Qiuchi was panting heavily, and the pistol in his right hand was still pointed at the tiger, for fear that it would get up and come over again.

After a while, the tiger was still motionless, Yang Qiuchi was not sure if the tiger was dead, for the sake of insurance, he slammed another shot aimed at the tiger's forehead, and a small cluster of blood splashed on the tiger's forehead, and the tiger still didn't move. Yang Qiuchi was sure that the tiger was really dead.

It's a life of nine deaths! Yang Qiuchi breathed a long sigh of relief, felt cold sweat on his forehead, his whole body was weak, and he hugged the branch tightly and rested for a while before slipping down to the ground.

Yang Qiuchi pointed a pistol at the tiger, slowly approached, and kicked the tiger with his foot, but there was still no movement, most of the tiger's skull had been lifted off by the four pistol bullets, and Bai Huahua's brain was covered with the mighty "Wang" pattern on his forehead.

At this time, Yang Qiuchi felt the burning pain of the wound on his left arm, rolled up his sleeves and saw that there were three bloody wounds, and hurriedly went to the stream to wash the wound, and looked carefully, the wound was not deep, no stitches, and raised his arm above his head to help the wound heal. Slowly, the wound stopped bleeding, there was no clean gauze bandaging here, and the surname Suo was so open, but it was not easy to be infected.

Sitting on the grass next to the tiger, looking at the tiger's bloody mouth, he almost became the food to chew in this mouth, thinking about it, he couldn't help but be a little afraid, looking up at the bright sun and the surrounding scenery that had regained its poetic beauty, Yang Qiuchi felt the comfort of escaping from death. After resting for a while, his strength recovered, he kicked the tiger hard, and scolded: "Damn, why aren't you angry!" Back then, Wu Song Jingyanggang fought tigers like this, haha! Yang Qiuchi was a little proud.

Retreat the magazine and look at it, there are still two bullets, take out the spare magazine on the armed belt and check it, there are six bullets, plus these two, there are a total of eight bullets, you have to save money, in ancient times, there was no place to find bullets, the bullets ran out, this pistol is a piece of scrap iron.

I don't know if there are any tigers or other fierce beasts, so be careful, Yang Qiuchi changed into a spare magazine full of bullets, and then inserted the pistol into the holster in his arms.

This tiger skin is a good thing, it can be worth a lot of money when sold, take out the small refined Tibetan knife on the armed belt, and start peeling the tiger skin. Although I have never skinned a tiger or studied veterinary medicine before, I graduated from a medical university after all, so I still have the general knowledge of this anatomy.

After a while, the tiger skin was peeled off, bloody, spread on the grass to dry, the tiger meat had to be cut, if you can't find someone, there is something to fill the hunger, but this tiger weighs hundreds of pounds, you can't carry such a heavy one, there is no need to bring so much, it is enough to cut off the two hind legs of the tiger, but unfortunately there is no match, otherwise there is a barbecue authentic tiger meat, then it is overbearing!

After Yang Qiuchi cut off the tiger's hind legs, he found a rattan to tie the tiger's two hind legs, and put them on his back, the blood on the tiger's skin was already half dry, rolled up and clamped under his armpits, and continued along the stream.

After walking for more than an hour, I saw more than ten grass houses on the mountainside from a distance, and there were people! Yang Qiuchi was very excited, now he could know that he had shuttled to the ancient dynasty, but he was not afraid of 10,000 just in case, in case it was a bandit den or a cottage of bandits, it would be troublesome. Yang Qiuchi took out his pistol and loaded the bullet.

Approaching the village, I saw a shepherd boy sitting on a ridge at the edge of the village grazing cattle from a distance, twisting this dog's tail grass in his hand, looking leisurely and complacent.

Yang Qiuchi walked up to him, bent down and asked, "Little brother, may I ask what kind of place is this?" ”

The shepherd boy turned his head to look at Yang Qiuchi, and his big eyes blinked: "This is Wuliwan, where are you from?" ”

Where did it come from? This question is not easy to answer, Yang Qiuchi said vaguely: "I'm from the other side of the mountain, are there any big cities around here?" ”

"The city? What is City? The little guy tilted his head and couldn't understand the word.

"Cities are places with a lot of people, right?"

"Oh~!" The shepherd boy nodded suddenly and said with a smile: "You are talking about Guangde County." He stood up and grabbed Yang Qiuchi's sleeve and pointed into the distance, "Walk along the path at the entrance of the village, and walk another five miles to get there." After a pause, he explained: "Since we call it Wuliwan here, it is because it is five miles away from Guangde County." The little guy was smiling and shaking the dog's tail grass in his hand, and it was cool to teach the adults.

"Thank you, little brother!" Yang Qiuchi clenched his fists and arched his hand like the ancients, and was about to leave, when he remembered something: "May I ask again, what month is it today?" ”

The shepherd boy was stunned, "What month is it?" The third day of September. He pouted and glanced at Yang Qiuchi disdainfully: "You are such a big person who can't even figure out what to say?" ”

Yang Qiuchi didn't care either, and continued to ask, "Then who is the emperor today?" ”

"Your Majesty? The emperor is the emperor, and the emperor is the long live lord. ”

Faint! Isn't the emperor just long live, do you still want to talk about this? Yang Qiuchi was big-headed, and continued to enlighten: "Long live the Lord also has a name, just like you, there is always a name, right?" ”

"Name? What is Name? ”

I don't know what the name is, and my head is ironed? Continue to enlighten: "Your name is your name, what do your parents call you?" ”

"Call me a dog!"

"Dog leftovers? Hahaha! Yang Qiuchi was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, I heard that in the past, it was popular in the countryside to give children a cheap name, in order to make a living, but there was no such an ugly name.

"You laugh at me, I ignore you!" The little guy glared, threw the dog tail grass in his hand to the ground, walked to the side of the buffalo, turned over the cow, no matter how Yang Qiuchi greeted, he just ignored it, and rode the cow along the stream.

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