vstars Chapter 167 The Tiger Cub Gets a Brutal Beating from Society as Soon as He Enters It
Chapter 167 The Tiger Cub Gets a Brutal Beating from Society as Soon as He Enters It
Venison is delicious, that's all.
Deer blood wine is delicious, let's dig in!
Zhao Pao was talking nonsense in his drunken state, and the others laughed heartily. Old Zhou and Old Qian, emboldened by the alcohol, also performed their special skills.
Old Zhou's bird calls are remarkably accurate; he can sing the calls of owls, tits, and eagles with uncanny realism.
Old Qian got even better, imitating a horse snorting, a roe deer howling, and a dog barking, making Chen Xiangqian and the other young men laugh out loud.
The falconers from Eagle Village brought the horses. The four horses were tied to the pine trees outside.
Hearing Old Zhou imitate a horse's neigh, Song Desheng said sadly, "What a pity about Brother Li's mule. I used to lead that mule all the time. It was very obedient; it would follow whoever led it and wouldn't dawdle for a long time. Sigh."
The large animal Li Ju'an brought into the mountains, the mule that was specifically used to drive the sled, fell into the tiger's mouth. Now he has avenged himself, but the mule will never return.
Chen Xiangqian's eyes darted around, sensing that the atmosphere was a bit off. He suddenly became tense and quickly said loudly, "The mule won't be lost, but it will exist in other forms. For example, if we put the mule in the pot with hot pot meat, wouldn't the mule come back?"
He laughed loudly after he finished speaking, but then realized that no one around him was laughing. He awkwardly stopped laughing and muttered to himself, "It was just a joke."
Lu Zhiqiang suddenly said, "Uncle Qian's imitation of a horse's neigh is so lifelike, it's incredibly realistic, and he can even do ventriloquism. Uncle Qian wins after all."
Li Ju'an and his companions glanced at Old Zhou, who was performing ventriloquism, and Old Qian from the security department. Neither of them spoke, but a horse neighed incessantly.
Old Qian asked in surprise, "It wasn't me, I didn't learn it."
The hunters suddenly turned their heads warily to look at the doorway. The horse's neighing was coming from the outer corridor, and it was snorting from time to time.
The men immediately thought of the mule that Li Ju'an had brought, the one that had been killed by the tiger. Lu Zhiqiang grabbed his gun and rushed out the door first, shouting, "Damn it, there's another one with Big Claw!"
There were a total of five Siberian tigers in the hills near the ranch: one male, one female, and three two-year-old sub-adult cubs. Four of them have now been killed, leaving only one two-year-old Siberian tiger.
The group exchanged glances, their hearts pounding with fear, and quickly ran outside to check on the horses.
The horse also sensed the dangerous beast lurking in the forest, and from time to time it snorted, kicked its hooves, and neighed loudly.
Suddenly, there was a sound of the snowdrift sinking, followed by a low growl from some wild beast, and then there were signs of snow churning in the woods not far away.
Li Ju'an led his men, called for the hunting dogs, and they quickly grabbed their guns and rushed over, aiming and observing through the scope.
It's late at night, and you can't see anything by looking at it like this.
Iron Hammer, who had finished his stroll, suddenly came running back, brushing past Big Tiger. Big Tiger ignored Iron Hammer and led Steel Cannon and the other dogs, charging into the woods.
Then came the fierce barking of the hunting dogs and the sounds of fighting and howling. The dogs, which were injured and receiving IV drips in the forest ranger's duty room, were startled. The white mastiff excitedly tried to limp up to see what was happening outside.
Lu Zhiqiang ran the fastest, and he shouted excitedly, "It's a tiger cub! The tiger cub stepped on the trap!"
Beside the pine tree was where Li Ju'an had set his large trap two days ago. He made the trap with steel wire rope, twisting strands together to create a loop as thick as a little finger. It was so strong that even a 500-pound cannonball couldn't break through it, let alone a tiger cub.
If it's not twisted and braced like this, an ordinary steel wire rope will break instantly if attacked by a wild animal, and no amount of snares will help.
The hunters gathered around to take a look and saw a two-year-old tiger cub step into a large trap, gasping in pain, baring its teeth and struggling with the tiger, while raising its paw to try and swat down the hunting dogs that were frantically biting at the tiger's neck.
The tiger is strong and usually keeps quiet, but when it encounters a wild beast, it has an indomitable spirit and will stubbornly charge forward, becoming stronger when faced with a stronger opponent.
The lead dog twisted its body, relentlessly attacking the tiger cub's vulnerable neck. Hammer and the other dogs barked loudly, trying to build up their morale and cheer it on. Meanwhile, the mixed-breed wolfhound, Steel Cannon, would occasionally poke at the tiger cub's anus, harass its back, and pull and bite at its hind legs, helping the lead dog distract the tiger cub.
The cold wind blew into Zhao Pao's drunken head, making him three parts more sober. Seeing Tiger made him five parts more sober. He raised his gun, straightened his face, and kept shouting, "Hey kid, your dog is pretty good. This pup is also a good prospect, but why does he look so strange, not like a dog at all?"
Li Ju'an, having witnessed the old farm manager's experience of raising a pack of wolves, wouldn't voluntarily reveal that Gangpao was a mixed breed. Gangpao had been roaming around with Tiechui since he was a cub, and later followed Dahu to hunt dogs; he couldn't possibly be confused with wild wolves.
He shouted, "Don't shoot, the tiger cubs won't get away!"
The tiger cub growled angrily, its ears drooping menacingly, but being a tiger cub that hadn't been beaten down by society, it was unlikely to get along with the alpha dog.
The tiger fiercely tore off a large tuft of fur, letting out a low growl, and kept smacking its lips and spitting out more fur, its dog eyes fixed intently on its prey.
The tiger cub was both frightened and scared. Taking advantage of the hunting dog's moment of spitting out its fur, it turned and ran away. Its large size was almost as big as its mother's, and with such a gentle tug, the trap couldn't hold it at all.
But the snare under the tiger cub's feet still had an iron chain attached to it, holding a large tree trunk. A large section of the tree trunk had been cut off and tied to the chain. The tiger cub struggled and pulled, and the snare and trap were pulled away, but the large tree trunk got stuck in the bushes, unable to move forward or backward.
There were hunting dogs in front and hunters with guns behind.
The last two-year-old tiger cub was brutally beaten by society as soon as it entered the world.
boom!
Li Ju'an aimed his gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet went in, and the shell flew out.
A spurt of blood shot out from the back of the tiger cub's head, creating a mist of blood.