1940s: I supported my wife and sister-in-law by hunting.

He fired a shot, then turned and ran as fast as he could towards the cave entrance.

next second!

A tiger's roar echoed behind them, making the cave reverberate.

"Awoo...!"

The man-eating tiger was originally curled up in its den, but when someone suddenly broke into its den and shot it, it was completely enraged.

He chased after them, stepping on the pebbles.

Zhang Baoguo swears that this is the fastest he has ever run in his entire life.

My lungs felt like they were about to burst, and my feet felt like they were on fire. I didn't even dare to look back.

Outside the cave entrance, Chen Gaoshan and his men stood guard five meters away, their eyes fixed on the dark entrance. The moment they heard the gunshot, they knew there was something inside.

"Uncle Baoguo, run! Run as fast as you can!"

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Baoguo ran out, followed closely by a black and yellow striped shadow.

He could tell at a glance that the man-eating tiger did indeed have a problem with its hind legs, and it ran with a limp. It was the same man-eating beast!

That beast is really big; it must be over three meters tall.

Its fur was thick and glossy, and it was well-fed and strong. It was a size larger than the one he had killed last time, and probably weighed nearly 600 pounds.

Enraged, the man-eating tiger remained incredibly fast, extending its large, fan-shaped paws to strike Zhang Baoguo's back.

If that palm strike lands squarely, it will shatter bones and kill the person on the spot.

Chen Gaoshan aimed and pulled the trigger in less than a second.

"sudden!"

A single shot hit the man-eating tiger's outstretched paw precisely.

The man-eating tiger, which had been running forward, stopped abruptly and let out a heart-wrenching roar of pain.

"Awoo!"

The moment the gun went off, Zhang Baoguo was so frightened that his whole body jerked, his body instinctively arched, his head shrank back, and his legs scrambled forward as if he were pedaling a bicycle.

He couldn't care about anything else now; he only had one thought in his mind.

Run. Get as far away from these man-eating beasts as possible.

The lame, man-eating tiger, after being hit in the claw, completely unleashed its ferocity.

The comrades behind him and the local men seized the opportunity to fire together.

"Bang bang bang, rat-a-tat-tat..."

The bullets were fired at the tiger with all their might, but of course, the main force was Chen Gaoshan's submachine gun, rattling away.

The tiger roared one after another.

But this beast was thick-skinned and strong, so most of the bullets hit its skin and flesh, without grazing its vital organs or head.

The man-eating tiger didn't fall; covered in bloody gashes, its green eyes glaring, it still lunged towards the crowd.

"My goodness, how come this thing is so tough? It's been beaten to a pulp, but it's still not dead and keeps charging towards us."

Out of the corner of his eye, Chen Gaoshan noticed Xie Chengliang standing motionless in place.

"Chengliang, run! What the hell are you doing, just standing there like a sitting duck?"

Xie Chengliang was a little flustered looking at the big mouth in front of him.

"My legs are useless, they won't obey me anymore."

Seeing him like this, Ma Wanzhong rushed over, grabbed Xie Chengliang's sleeve, and pulled him backward with all his might.

Taking advantage of the few seconds of pulling and retreating, everyone quickly cocked and loaded their guns.

Chen Gaoshan, holding a submachine gun, turned around without even pausing, aiming the muzzle at the man-eating tiger's rear.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat."

A burst of bullets went in, and the man-eating tiger, which had taken several lives, swayed its massive body.

It crashed heavily into the snowdrift, kicked its limbs twice, and then remained completely still.

Zhang Baoguo, who had just been desperately trying to escape, had all his energy drained away. His legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the snow.

In the dead of winter, his head and face were covered in cold sweat, he was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, and he almost collapsed from exhaustion.

Xie Chengliang was in no better shape, his face deathly pale.

Ma Wanzhong reached out and grabbed him.

"Alright, alright, the man-eating tiger is dead. Get up and go take a look."

Xie Chengliang waved his hand, refusing to move no matter what.

"Uncle, don't laugh at me. Although I have fought alongside the troops and participated in battles, I have never seen a man-eating tiger this big before."

"That huge mouth, its gaping maw like a bottomless pit, could really bite my head off in one bite. You go and see for yourself, my legs are too weak to stand up right now."

Ma Wanzhong didn't laugh at him; instead, he patted him on the shoulder.

"It's normal, everyone has a first time. When I was young, the first time I encountered a big tiger, its roar scared me so much that I peed my pants."

He casually asked again, "Did you bump or hurt yourself?"

Xie Chengliang quickly shook his head.

"No, no, it'll be fine in a bit."

Only after confirming that everyone was alright did Ma Wanzhong approach the man-eating tiger.

Fearing the man-eating tiger wasn't quite dead, Chen Gaoshan fired another shot into its head.

The man-eating tiger was covered in bloody holes, and its once beautiful tiger skin was now a tattered mess. It was a real pity to see it like this; it was now completely worthless and had no value whatsoever.

Chen Gaoshan felt truly relieved after firing that burst; he had been holding back his anger for so long, and today he finally let it out.

He reached out and grabbed the tiger's mouth, forcefully prying it open to check its teeth.

Just as he had predicted:

The man-eating tiger's upper left canine tooth was broken in half, and its lower canine tooth was missing.

But the more he looked at him, the more puzzled he became.

Judging from the wear and tear on the remaining teeth, this is definitely a male tiger in its prime, not an old, weak, or dying tiger.

He was puzzled, so he casually drew the knife from his waist and prepared to gut the tiger.

Zhao Guanqun quickly stepped forward.

"Brother Gaoshan, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing? I need to open it up and see if there are any undigested bone fragments from the villagers inside this son of a bitch's belly."

"Uncle Wan Zhong, come over and lend a hand. Let's open it up and examine it together."

Ma Wanzhong spat on the snow and rolled up his cotton-padded jacket sleeves.

"Okay. Here it comes."

While the two were busy examining the man-eating tiger, Zhao Guanqun was also busy.

The soldiers who had previously spread out to search the mountain in groups of ten quickly regrouped upon hearing the rapid bursts of gunfire.

Zhao Guanqun immediately assigned tasks.

"Listen up, everyone! Stop just watching the show and quickly gather whatever you can find. Chop tree branches, tie hemp ropes, make two simple stretchers, and wrap all the remains of the villagers and the pieces of clothing found in the cave tightly in white cloth."

"The person couldn't be saved, and the body was incomplete, but we must keep the belongings, take them back to the village, and give them to the family. At least we can leave something for their loved ones to remember, and let the deceased rest in peace."

"yes!"

Zhang Baoguo lay paralyzed in the snow for a long time, and his numb and weak legs gradually regained their strength.

Xie Chengliang had recovered by then, his legs were no longer unsteady, and he reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him up from the snowdrift.

You have to admit that young people recover faster.

The two walked one after the other to the man-eating tiger.

Zhang Baoguo looked down at the dead tiger. Its mouth was huge, and the two canine teeth on the left side were broken off, with gaps and old wounds.

In that one glance, his mind went blank, and everything clicked instantly.

Previously, when the yellow ox in Jiapigou was bitten by a wild animal, with shallow and messy bloody holes on its body, he was puzzled. What kind of wild animal could bite such strange wounds? His heart was pounding, and he felt that something was wrong.

The next second, there was a thud.

He knelt on the cold snow and slapped himself hard with his big hands, slapping and slapping.

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