Rebirth in 1972: Redemption in Changbai Mountain

Gu Shaofeng stumbled as he was pulled, his legs trembling slightly, and a rush of blood to his head.

He felt a little dazed, and also a little excited.

Since he started hunting, his greatest desire has been to hunt tigers, which is the highest honor for a hunter.

Unfortunately, in recent years, tigers have been banned from being hunted; if you want to hunt one, you can only hunt the kind that has come down from the mountain and injured people.

Moreover, this thing usually hides in the deepest old forests. He had been wandering in the mountains for three or five years and had never even seen a single tiger hair.

Gu Shaofeng took two steps and then stopped, because he realized that apart from Da Huang chasing after Zhou Rui, none of his dogs had moved.

"Big Hair, Iron Head, Gale, Moon Chaser, let's go!"

Several dogs stood rooted to the spot with their tails between their legs, their ears pressed tightly against their heads, and low whimpers escaping their throats.

Even the fiercest of the three, Da Mao, tucked his head into the haystack, his claws digging so hard that dirt splattered everywhere.

That was the aura of a beast king etched into one's bones; no domesticated hunting dog would dare to approach it.

"Chicken down? All of you chickened out!" Gu Shaofeng's face turned bright red, and he kicked Tie Tou hard in the buttocks.

"They're usually so enthusiastic about chasing wild rabbits, but today they all turned into cowards when they saw something real?"

Tie Tou stumbled from the kick, took half a step forward, and then suddenly stopped. The whimper in his throat changed tone, sounding like he was about to cry.

The other dogs took a small step back, no longer even daring to look up at the hillside.

Zhou Rui stopped walking, glanced back at the hunting dog frozen in place, then looked down at the big yellow dog beside him, and couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.

The dogs raised in this old forest are different; they're not even afraid of tigers.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that this was all the result of training by Da Huang's former owner. When the owner stepped forward, the dog would become a suicide soldier, never retreating no matter what it encountered.

Zhou Rui flicked the safety on the rifle with his fingertip, producing a soft click.

"Stop kicking." He said in a low voice, the aftershocks of his roar still lingering in the wind.

"This isn't cowardice; it's a fear ingrained in the bones of wild creatures. They dare to charge at the scent of wolves, but the scent of tigers makes their souls go weak."

The moonlight slid down the tiger's back, and the shadow was larger than the two had estimated. Its brownish-yellow fur gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Instead of observing, it rushed straight to the center of the farm, as if it had a clear goal.

Zhou Rui ignored Gu Shaofeng; the tiger was too fast, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to catch up.

As for Gu Shaofeng, Zhou Rui thought that with a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in hand and four hunting dogs by his side, he wouldn't be in any trouble even if he encountered wild wolves.

The tiger stopped roaring, but Uncle Guai and Gu Dayong on the farm were a little uneasy.

This tiger is not like a pack of wolves. Although it is huge, the bullets from those hunters and militia may not be able to hit it.

A tiger's agility and flexibility are not determined by its size; it is naturally the king of the mountains.

If militiamen and hunters run into them, the farm might need a few more white sheets tomorrow.

People on the farm behaved differently; some rushed forward excitedly, some lay still, and others ran around aimlessly with flashlights in hand.

The excited people, like Gu Shaofeng, were thinking about taking down a tiger and becoming famous. From then on, they called themselves "the gunner," and no one dared to object.

Those that lie dormant are naturally afraid, preferring to bear a reputation for cowardice rather than face a tiger head-on.

Zhou Rui didn't care what others thought; he chased after the tiger relentlessly, not even caring that one of his shoes got stuck in the paddy field.

Once he reached the edge of the field, Zhou Rui simply threw away his other shoe, and his bare feet actually made him faster.

boom……

Suddenly, a bullet grazed past Zhou Rui, making the hairs on his back stand on end, and his sixth sense went off like a horn.

Zhou Rui hurriedly jumped into the paddy field, ignoring the remaining water, and lay down immediately.

Then several gunshots rang out, and the bullets sent the straw near Zhou Rui flying.

"Don't shoot, we're on the same side."

Zhou Rui tilted his head and shouted loudly, the muddy water on his face instantly clearing his mind.

Oh no! He pounced in from the wild outside, and the hunter crouching on the haystack mistook him for a wolf and attacked him.

Zhou Rui quickly reached into his bag, where he found two flashlights, one of which was provided by the farm.

Zhou Rui pulled out a flashlight and quickly turned it on. With the beam of light, the hunter wouldn't mistake him for a wolf, right?

Zhou Rui got up and ran towards the farm, the beam of light shooting rapidly forward through the rice paddies.

On a haystack a hundred meters away, a hunter trembled as he wiped his forehead, his palms instantly becoming soaked.

"Which idiot came rushing back from outside? Damn it! We almost shot him dead."

"Yes." Another old hunter patted his chest to soothe his wounded soul.

"I've never seen anyone so stubborn, walking right into the line of fire."

"If we actually hit them, not to mention whether the farm will punish us, we'll be laughed to death tomorrow."

"All these years, they've been hitting people all the time, but they can't hit the beasts..."

Zhou Rui ran fast and didn't hear what the two were saying, otherwise his face, which had been worn for seventeen years, might have been too embarrassed to face them.

However, it wasn't without its advantages. At least after this ordeal, Gu Shaofeng, who followed behind, wasn't shot, even though that idiot also didn't use a flashlight.

The farm was very large, but suddenly the gunfire stopped in most places, as if the wolves had received some kind of order and retreated at the same time.

There were sporadic gunshots during the operation, all along the line of Operation Tiger.

As Zhou Rui ran, he thought to himself that the wolf king was definitely behind the tiger running into the farm.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that all the wolves retreated as soon as the tiger arrived?

The Siberian tiger runs fast, and Zhou Rui is not slow either.

He was closely following the tiger, about 200 meters behind. If it weren't for some obstacles in between, Zhou Rui would have stopped and fired immediately.

Bang! Ah!

The gunshot was followed by a scream, which reached Zhou Rui's ears clearly.

Oh no! A tiger has attacked someone!

Zhou Rui took off running, splashing mud all over his feet.

A dozen seconds later, Zhou Rui arrived at the place where the sound had come from. There was no tiger, only a big man lying in the field, still groaning, with a patch of rice stalks crushed beneath him.

Zhou Rui swept the beam of light in his hand around the giant man and his surroundings.

The burly man lay on the ground, his upper body tattered and blood flowing from his clothes. A few meters away were a rifle and a flashlight with a broken lens.

Zhou Rui rushed forward, shining the beam of light on the man's face to check his pupils: "How are you? Are you alright? Where are you hurt?"

"Cough cough... Are you alright? Don't shine the flashlight in my eyes, it's blinding!"

The voice wasn't loud, but Zhou Rui felt relieved after hearing it. At least the person was still conscious, which meant there wasn't much danger.

"Damn, no wonder he's called the Mountain God, he's fast. I fired a shot and didn't even get a hair on the ground, and I even got slapped."

"I reckon the bones in his shoulder are broken..."