si-mexico Chapter 158 Semi-automatic, 3-edged spike!
Chapter 158 Semi-automatic, 3-edged spike!
Li Ju'an kicked off his boots, pulled out the soaking wet Ula grass from inside, and emptied the snow particles from the boots. He then scooped the snow out of his neck, which was so cold that it made him shiver.
He turned to look at the ridge. Big Tiger, leading four pack dogs, was running alongside a sub-adult tiger cub. The tiger cub had been chased from the east side of the ridge all the way to the west side, panting heavily, and was too exhausted to run any further, so it turned back to fight back.
The tiger cub turned and aimed at the nearest adult tiger, raising its paw to strike. The adult tiger was incredibly fast; the inexperienced cub had never seen such a seasoned tiger before. The adult tiger slammed its paws to the ground, a sudden stop and a sliding tackle, using the speed of the snow to circle around and bite the cub's two large testicles. With its mouth wide open, it took a vicious bite and didn't let go.
The two eggs hanging there were bitten hard by the tiger, causing the tiger cubs to let out a shrill scream of pain.
The snow on the ridge was very slippery. Once the tiger cub got going, it couldn't stop. Due to inertia, its whole body lunged forward, and its two testicles were violently pulled backward by the hunting dogs.
Roar!
The tiger cub screamed in pain, trying to stop its feet, but it couldn't.
Being a naive young tiger cub inexperienced in the harsh realities of society, he panicked and lost his footing. He slipped and rolled down the snowy ridge, his testicles ripped apart, blood splattering everywhere. Below the slope was a ditch and pond.
The tiger cubs were thrown about, their bodies tumbling down the slope. The ditches and ponds were frozen solid in winter, the ice surface rock-hard, about two hundred meters away from Li Ju'an and his companions.
The group heard a sharp "crack" not far away. It was the tiger cub's foreleg broken, and the ligaments in its hind leg torn by the hard ice. The golden tiger lay limply on the ice, clearly trying to escape, but unable to muster any strength in its limbs. It could only tilt its head back and howl, calling for its mother.
The mother tiger had already been shot in the head; she couldn't possibly save her sub-adult cubs. Big Tiger, leading Hammer and the other dogs, raced down the hillside, carefully avoiding the boulders, heading straight for the cubs trapped in the ditch. Black Tiger, who used to follow Flower Ear with Flower Girl, loved to eat ears.
Black Tiger and Flower Girl pounced fiercely on the tiger cub's ears, biting down hard and pulling backward with their legs, their entire bodies pressed against the cub, pressing down with all their might. The two dogs were very heavy, like two powerful, heavy dogs helping out. With their ears hanging down and their body weight pressing down, the prey couldn't shake its head forcefully.
With its head restrained, the tiger cub's gaping maw, baring its teeth, couldn't reach the hunting dog and howled in frustration. Its forelimbs were also broken, rendering its paws powerless; it could only howl angrily at the hunting dog.
Li Ju'an stepped onto his pigskin snowboard and quickly traversed the two hundred meters of snow. Although two hundred meters seemed short, the ditch was icy and slippery; boots alone would be extremely difficult to walk on, and the pigskin snowboard could only move forward, not backward. He quickly reached the edge of the ditch, then placed the snowboard beside a pile of rocks, and took the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle from his back, planting it on the snow.
This Type 56 semi-automatic rifle was given to me by Leader Chen of the forest farm for specimen shooting; it has a triangular bayonet. If it were an early Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, it wouldn't have a triangular bayonet; it would have a sword-shaped bayonet, and there were two versions of this bayonet.
He placed the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle at his feet, gripped the barrel with his right hand, and pulled the spring clip downwards towards the muzzle with his left hand. The bayonet folded upwards, and with a crisp "click," the triangular bayonet with double blood grooves locked into place and was chambered.
The light from Song Desheng's flashlight shone from behind him, and the sharp triangular spikes gleamed coldly in the light.
The Siberian tiger roared with all its might, baring its fangs in fury. The two-year-old male tiger cub was very similar to the adult female in both length and size, and its strength was no less than that of the female. However, it was outmatched by its lack of experience and lack of exposure to harsh realities in the world, and it was also timid.
The tiger cubs tried to scare away the hunters and dogs with their roars, putting on a show of bravado; the low-frequency roars were quite intimidating. Xiao Shi and Xiao Sun, who were far away, had never heard a tiger roar up close before, and their legs trembled so badly they almost wet themselves.
Li Ju'an gripped the Type 56 rifle tightly, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at the tiger cub trapped in its den, and plunged the bayonet into the tiger's shoulder blade.
The sharp, triangular bayonet was inserted near the tiger's shoulder blade, actually aiming to pierce through the gaps in the bone and reach its heart. A tiger's skull is incredibly hard, comparable to a mud-covered armor plate, and even with two hunting dogs holding its ears down, the tiger's head could still sway slightly. If the bayonet had been inserted through the face, not only would the bayonet have clashed head-on with the skull, but there was also a chance of injuring the hunting dogs.
So he plunged it into the heart and lung area. The force of the bayonet was extremely strong, like a venomous snake biting, with a loud crack like a firecracker, a precise burst of short-range power, penetrating from the side of the shoulder blade into the heart.
The Siberian tiger cub stared wide-eyed in pain, its mouth agape, hot air billowing from its nostrils and mouth, and bright red blood gushing from the bayonet wound.
When Song Desheng and the others arrived, they saw this scene.
"He's dead? He didn't even fire a shot, he was killed with a bayonet?"
The hunters were overjoyed, but they also felt a little sorry for the tiger's ears, which had been chewed up by the hunting dogs.
"If every big paw was this easy to hit, we'd be collecting tiger skins every day!"
Old Qian and Song Desheng laughed heartily, praising Da Hu for being such a good dog, with such sharp eyes that he caught up with the tiger cub on the ridge in a single glance.
Li Ju'an roared, shooing down Black Tiger and Flower Girl, who were still gnawing on tiger ears. Then he patted Big Tiger and Iron Hammer on the head and praised, "This time it's Iron Hammer's slippery hand that made the difference. This wandering dog never does anything useful and just likes to wander around. What a coincidence that it just happened to run into the tiger cubs hiding on the ridge."
The mother tiger fought with the wolf pack, and the three tiger cubs were driven away and scattered by the wolves.
He shot and killed one tiger cub in a snowdrift. Another timid tiger was hiding on a hill, but unfortunately, Iron Hammer, who also liked to go up to the edge of the hill to watch the excitement, happened to run into the tiger cub.
Iron Hammer, slippery and experienced, was unwilling to engage in a direct fight, so he had to call upon his lead dog, Big Tiger, to intimidate him. With the help of Big Tiger and the other dogs, Iron Hammer became bolder and even dared to bite the tiger cub's tail to rip its anus. The dogs attacked together, giving the fledgling tiger cub a severe lesson.
Hammer was quite proud of itself, excitedly wagging its tail, wanting a bite.
The hunters laughed heartily, but this was hardly the time to skin the tiger and butcher it. The howl from the green-skinned tiger had likely summoned the wolves. The ditch and pond reeked of blood and was probably the wolf pack's den. After a brief discussion, they searched the dugout and dragged out several dog sleds, but these were slightly larger than ordinary dog sleds.
Li Ju'an cursed, "That guy is actually raising wolves."
The hunter's body lying near the fallen tree was likely that of a wolf owner. These sleds, far from being dog sleds, were clearly wolf sleds in size and shape.
Old Qian and the others also went closer to the snowdrift next to the fallen tree and suddenly stared at each other, exchanging glances.
"Isn't this the old factory manager?"