My 1995 Small Farm.

Chapter 468 Revenge in the Dead of Night

"Brother, do you have some kind of family martial arts, like qigong or internal martial arts?"

While guarding the tiger in the car that night, Zhao Tianba was still asking questions.

It drizzled at night, so we carried the bed back and slept in the car while keeping watch over the tiger.

"No, I really don't. I'd love to be a chivalrous hero, but unfortunately I don't know how."

Chen Ling looked helpless. This guy had asked several times, even after they got into the car, and then he would suddenly blurt out, "Can't a person get any sleep?"

Of course, he now knows who this older brother is.

No wonder his name sounds so domineering; it turns out he used to hang out with Tsui Hark.

Now I'm working with Master Yuan from Hong Kong on the Water Margin set.

As an action director, I design the fight choreography.

"Impossible. You don't look like a strongman at all. How can you be so strong? You must have practiced either qigong or internal martial arts."

Zhao Tianba said with certainty.

"Only internal martial arts can cultivate tendon and bone strength, which is much stronger than muscle strength."

Chen Ling was speechless again: "I don't understand anything you're saying. Am I born with superhuman strength but not good enough?"

He says he doesn't understand.

He had actually heard a little bit about it.

Not long after he enlisted, he understood the difference between 'muscle strength' and 'bones strength'.

Muscle strength is easy to understand.

Muscle and bone strength, frankly speaking, isn't that mysterious.

Just like a baby, when it is very young, its little hands can grasp an adult's fingers, and the adult has a hard time pulling away.

Do you think babies have muscle strength?

Nope.

This is the power of muscles and bones.

To put it bluntly, most of the older farmers in the countryside are physically strong, not muscular.

"Come on, the idea of ​​innate superhuman strength is all a lie." Zhao Tianba shook his head.

"Huh? Superhuman strength is a lie? Then what about qigong and stuff like that?"

Chen Ling was filled with questions. Had this person gone mad from practicing martial arts?
"I can't say for sure, but I've met a few people who know qigong. I heard from Eighth Master that there will be a World Qigong Conference in the United States next spring, and people from all over the world will go."

Zhao Tianba gave a very ordinary reply.

Chen Ling was dumbfounded. "Damn it, a World Qigong Conference? Has America gone mad?"

Little did people know, this was indeed true, but the details were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"So, the US is tall, and a few years ago, practicing Qigong was popular in our country. It has only gradually decreased in the last two or three years. What's so unbelievable about it? I know a martial arts superstar whose life was saved by Qigong."

As Zhao Tianba spoke, he smiled slowly: "I think you must know some internal martial arts or something. There are many mountains around here, and there are trade routes running through it. There must have been quite a few people who practiced martial arts in the past."

"Yes, but we call those people 'knife-wielders' here. They're very fierce... Going south along the ancient trade route, there's also Miao martial arts and Gu'angquan."

Listening to the rustling sound of the raindrops hitting the leaves, Chen Ling wasn't sleepy at all, so she just chatted with him for a while.

His father used to talk about this kind of thing often, and his fourth grandfather, Chen Gannian, had also told him about it several times in the past two years.

What bandits, swordsmen, Taoist priests, and monks?

There are many famous ones; the magazine Chen Ling subscribed to recorded the famous swordsmen and bandits of the area.

The name "Daoke" sounds like something out of a martial arts novel.

In the local dialect, it's actually similar to "hawker".

There are good and bad swordsmen, and whether or not they use swords is not necessarily true.

Good ones protect caravans and civilians; bad ones are bandits and the like.

Chen Ling was getting sleepy from talking so much, but Zhao Tianba was still very energetic. He pulled him aside and said that with his appearance, as long as a big shot like Master Yuan trained him, he would be another martial arts superstar.

This left Chen Ling speechless.

I thought to myself, if I were doing this for the money, I definitely wouldn't be entering this industry now. It's tough, tiring, and doesn't pay much.

Then, after responding only intermittently, I drifted off to sleep.

The two of them were not in the same car as Xiao Li and the other two.

If it weren't for that old rascal Zhao Tianba pestering him to ask questions after seeing how cleanly he had dealt with the wild boar, he would have been perfectly content tonight.

Chen Ling's favorite thing to do is sleep on rainy days.

Falling asleep to the sound of pattering rain is a rare and wonderful experience; it helps to relax both body and mind.

But it got late at night.

As the rain gradually stopped, a dog suddenly barked at the farm, followed by a continuous barking.

Ah Fu and Ah Shou's distinctive tiger roars followed immediately.

"Damn it, what's all the yelling about in the middle of the night?" Chen Ling rubbed his eyes, threw off the thin blanket, and sat up.

The roar of the tiger was louder than the barking of a dog.

He subconsciously thought something had happened to the tiger, after all, it was his first time eating live prey and he was quite full, and it was raining tonight.

Before going to bed, Xiao Li also said that the two guys should not catch a cold.

This is human cognitive inertia.

I didn't expect anything else to happen.

"Goodness, Old Zhao, you're sleeping soundly."

Zhao Tianba, who was sitting in the seat in front of me, was fast asleep and snoring.

I couldn't see anything through the car window; there were raindrops on it, and outside was a hazy night fog.

Chen Ling didn't wake him up. He pushed open the door and went downstairs. Xiao Li and the animal trainer had already come out with flashlights and stun guns.

What happened to the tiger?

"It wasn't a tiger, it was something making a sound, very soft and strange."

Xiao Li's large flashlight beam was very strong; through the thin mist, one could clearly see pairs of lush green eyes converging at the foot of the mountain.

"They're jackals. Why are they coming down the mountain?"

As soon as Chen Ling said this, his expression changed slightly, as if he had suddenly thought of something.

"Damn it, I was careless. That wild boar was their prey."

Jackals hold grudges more than any wild beast.

Moreover, they are incredibly bold.

They will definitely seek revenge if they steal their prey.

"A jackal? Is it a jackal? Looking at those eyes, I thought it was a wolf."

Xiao Li and the animal trainer exchanged somewhat confused glances.

"It's not a wolf, the wolf wouldn't dare come over."

Chen Ling shook his head and took out a hunting rifle from the car.

There was only one wolf pack nearby, the one that was related to Heiwa. They were all family with their own puppies, so even if they stole their prey, they wouldn't retaliate.

"What happened?"

Zhou Weijun and Ding Haidong also came out of the farm, and Zhao Tianba was finally awakened. The tiger was still roaring, the dogs were barking wildly, and there were also strange, mournful "yo~" and "yo~" sounds.

"The jackals have come down the mountain."

"Jackals, jackals? With tigers around and a pack of dogs, how dare they?"

No one could believe it.

With tigers around and Chen Ling's pack of dogs so formidable, how could these wild animals, with their intelligence and vigilance, dare to come looking for trouble?

"It's different. Jackals are incredibly bold and vengeful. Even if they knew how powerful a tiger was, they would still dare to surround it."

Tiger numbers have plummeted, and they haven't been seen for many years.

It has been more than 50 years since before the founding of the People's Republic of China.

The wild beasts in the mountains have long forgotten the might of the Tiger King.

In addition, these past two days, Afu and Ashou have been defecating and urinating everywhere in the mountains. The jackals thought this was an intruder invading their territory, and later they even stole a wild boar as their prey.

First seize the territory, then seize the food.

It's really too much of a lie.

It is perfectly normal for them to gather a pack of jackals to retaliate.

As Chen Ling spoke, the pack of dogs, led by Heiwa and Xiaojin, split into two groups and went up to fight.

It turned out that a group of jackals had come down from the north mountain.

There is another group in Xishan.

They are observing from a distance.

These guys are indeed cunning and cautious.

As the saying goes: The wolf in front feigns sleep to lure the enemy.

If it weren't for the fact that Heiwa Xiaojin is no ordinary dog ​​and discovered the danger early, they would have been caught in a crossfire.

The sound of a dog barking.

A tiger's roar.

Echoing in the dead of night, under the thin mist, came the pitiful howls of dogs.

Chen Ling was shocked to see that a dog was being bitten on the neck by two jackals, and it looked like Er Mao.

Jackals are extremely ruthless.

They possessed a ruthless determination to take a piece of their opponent's flesh, even at the cost of their own lives.

Even though Heiwa, who had turned to help, bit Er Mao's skin and flesh torn open, Er Mao refused to let go and bit Er Mao's neck, making Er Mao's screams grow weaker and weaker.

Chen Ling was furious.

"Fuck your grandma."

He strode over, raised his gun, and fired.

"Ouch."

As soon as the first shot was fired, seemingly sensing Chen Ling's anger, Afu and Ashou reacted even more violently, banging on the cage with deafening clangs, and tearing the rain cover to shreds.

At one point, even the sturdy cage couldn't stop them; the cage door was smashed open, and the iron bolt on the cage door was bent and deformed.

"Ow--"

The two tigers roared again.

The jackals rushed over the fence of the livestock pen and pounced on Chen Ling's group.

Having just witnessed blood, the two tiger cubs were overjoyed to smell it again.

After Afu pounced over, it used its big paws to pin down a jackal nearby. It didn't know how strong it was, and it used too much force, shoving the jackal's head into the mud.

With a single, gaping bite, the jackal's head and neck were shattered.

Ah Shou then pounced on another jackal that was fighting with a dog, pressing it down with his two large front paws. The jackal was limp and flattened on the ground like a chick.

Ah Shou opened his mouth and bit the jackal's back, almost turning the jackal into half a shrimp.

His waist and bones were completely shattered, and he was bent like a shrimp.

You can tell.

These two juvenile tigers would never fight.

The movements were clumsy and disorganized.

But its imposing and fierce aura was unmistakable, awe-inspiring and intimidating.

This also intimidated the jackal pack on the spot.

"A fierce tiger, a fierce tiger, such a ferocious tiger," Ding Haidong muttered to himself.

The bleeding only started last night, and then it became so intense in the latter half of the night.

Those present finally understood the concerns of Xiao Li and his companion.

"Oh my god, we were supposed to be back by dawn, but something unexpected happened tonight."

Xiao Li and the animal trainer both looked dejected. They were terrified the moment the tiger was released from its cage. This whole mess was going to be a disaster, and they wouldn't be able to explain it back home.

When they came out, they were two docile juvenile tigers, but when they returned, they had become two ferocious tigers that had seen blood and fought with wild beasts in the mountains.

How are we going to raise and train them now?
This tiger has essentially become enlightened, meaning it has developed an awareness of hunting and trapping.

Knowing that living creatures are edible, they will prey on humans and other animals.

It could hurt someone at any time.

Moreover, if they're in a bad mood, it's not safe for the zookeepers and trainers either.

"Ouch."

Then came an even more furious and ferocious roar.

But the two tigers, enraged by the sight of blood, went on a killing spree.

After driving away the jackals on Heiwa's side, they pounced on the jackals on Xiaojin's side.

"Bang bang—"

Chen Ling fired a shot in support.

At the same time, he gestured: "Heiwa, Xiaojin, take the dog and step back first."

The two tigers fought for the first time and drew blood, their eyes bloodshot with rage.

However, they were still young and inexperienced. Even when they were among tigers or sheep, they had no rivals, but they were still injured by the cunning and ruthless jackals.

Once injured, a tiger becomes even more ferocious.

Originally, eating live prey and seeing blood was like opening half a door, but now the door is fully open, and wildness and ferocity have been thoroughly developed.

Even more thoroughly than their parents.

"It's over, it's all over now."

Hearing the two tigers roaring incessantly, Xiao Li and his companion knew that from this day forward, these two tigers could no longer be straightened out.

The zoo is very crowded during the summer vacation, especially with tigers. The zoo relies on two juvenile tiger cubs to sell tickets.

Big tigers aren't in the mood to cooperate with or interact with people, so naturally they're not as likable as little tigers.

But once they start eating meat, the little tiger is no longer cute.

In other words, not only can tickets not be sold, but it has also become a destabilizing factor, which is really difficult to handle.

(End of this chapter)