Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

That's right, it's a big tiger, a huge one, even bigger than the one Wu Dong and the others fought last time.

Of course, saying "covering up the sky and blocking out the sun" might be a bit of an exaggeration, but in Wang An's view, because the tiger had already taken off, all Wang An could see was the tiger's gaping maw, the white fur on its belly, and its four enormous claws.

And when it's held up to the sunlight, it really does give the feeling of being completely covered by the sun.

Regardless of whether it was exaggerated or not, Wang An suddenly felt his body stiffen, his hands and feet turn ice cold, his crotch tighten, and his mind seemed to have stopped thinking. All he knew was to keep pulling the trigger at the dark figure.

Although Wang An was a skilled marksman, the tiger was simply too fast. Before Wang An could even blink, the tiger was already only 10 meters away from him.

Hunting is essentially about "leading the shot," which means anticipating that the prey will collide with the bullet you fire.

When hunting other animals, it's easy to find the lead time, but when hunting tigers, it's much harder to find the lead time.

Therefore, Wang An fired all his shots based on instinct, and under such tense circumstances, he had no idea whether he had actually hit the tiger.

Just as Wang An fired the last bullet from the Type 56 pistol, and several "click-clack" sounds came from the gun, but no more bullets were fired, Wang An knew that he was completely finished today.

And soon he would be torn to pieces by the tiger, then eaten by the tiger, and finally turned into tiger excrement, which would be excreted from the tiger's large anus.
In a flash of inspiration, Wang An realized that he absolutely could not sit idly by and wait for his doom; more importantly, he couldn't become tiger shit!

Strangely enough, when Wang An realized that he was going to die, the fear and horror he felt suddenly disappeared, and his mind became unusually clear and calm, and his body showed no other abnormalities.

Perhaps this is what they mean by "putting yourself in a desperate situation to survive".

So Wang An threw his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, which was out of bullets, at the tiger without a second thought.

As for opening the bayonet of the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle and using it to fight a tiger, that was simply not within Wang An's consideration.

Wang An had absolutely no confidence in hunting a tiger weighing two or three hundred pounds, let alone dealing with a tiger weighing over 500 pounds.

So after throwing the gun, Wang An didn't even glance in the direction of the tiger. He turned around and squeezed into a gap next to a large clump of bushes, intending to use the dense bushes to provide some obstruction for the tiger's pursuit.

At the same time, Wang An reached into his pocket with his right hand to touch the large 54 pistol that he never parted with.

Wang An believed that as long as he could pull out his Type 54 pistol, he would be able to kill the tiger with his skills and marksmanship.

Although the tiger was powerful and had no rivals in these mountains, Wang An absolutely did not believe it could withstand bullets.

At this moment, Wang An possessed an enigmatic confidence.

The reason Wang An was so confident was that, after this brief encounter, he had learned to anticipate the action when shooting a tiger.

However, there is a prerequisite: Wang An must be given the opportunity to draw and fire his gun.

Unfortunately, while the ideal was lofty, the reality was quite harsh, because just as Wang An was crawling into the bushes, he felt a sudden gust of wind blow over.

Immediately afterwards, Wang An felt a solid blow to his back. It felt like a speeding car had suddenly crashed into his back.

It's obvious that the tiger caught up and slapped itself.

When Wang An turned and ran, he was still more than ten meters away from the tiger, but after only two steps, the tiger was already in front of him and even patted him on the shoulder.

What the hell is that speed?!
Without a moment to think, Wang An immediately felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. With the force of the impact, Wang An's body shot directly into the bushes.

That's right, it shot in, and it was so fast that Wang An didn't even have time to react before he was shot into the dense branches of the bushes.

Wang An clearly felt that he had slid several meters through the bushes.

To be honest, it was really fortunate that there were these resilient shrub branches to cushion the fall; otherwise, Wang An would have definitely taken another solid tumble.

Even so, Wang An knew that he was already injured, and it was an internal injury that was the hardest to find the root cause of in this era.

At this moment, Wang An not only felt short of breath and had a tightness in his chest, but his stomach was also churning violently, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

If nothing unexpected happens, his internal organs must have been dislocated by the tiger's slap.

It must be admitted that the tiger's strength is truly terrifying; even Wang An's 180-pound frame couldn't withstand such a casual slap.

To be honest, if Wang An hadn't been young, strong, and physically fit, and hadn't practiced martial arts every day, he might have been sent straight to Buddha's side by that tiger's slap.

Unable to hold it in any longer, Wang An coughed up two more mouthfuls of blood. Despite his discomfort, he finally pulled out his Type 54 pistol, wiped it on his pants, and cocked it.

But just then, Wang An felt another gust of wind behind him, and the unique stench of carnivores entered his nose along with the wind.

Wang An knew that the tiger was about to pounce again; the bushes seemed to be completely ignored by the tiger.

Wang An suddenly took a deep breath and twisted his left shoulder forcefully, trying to change his position from lying face down to lying on his back, or at the very least, lying on his side.

Only in this way can Wang An's life-saving weapon, the Big 54, be put to good use.

But with that twist, the excruciating pain in Wang An's back, chest, and internal organs immediately made him scream out loud.

Wang An let out a long "Ah!" followed by a series of "bang bang bang bang" sounds from the 54th floor.

Even as the firing pin of the large 54 made a series of "click, click, click" sounds, Wang An's right index finger was still mechanically pulling the trigger.

After pulling the trigger several times, Wang An finally lowered his hand weakly.

After a long while, mainly because he had recovered, Wang An finally managed to lift his head and look at the large tiger that was so close to him. (End of Chapter)