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

Chapter 406 Bloodstains

I have to say, the feeling of pulling the trigger of the 81-bar is really fucking satisfying.

Because the 81-bar thing is not like the 56-and-a-half, where you have to pull the trigger one after another.

Instead, you just need to hold the trigger and the bullets will fly out one after another very quickly.

But no matter what, the recoil of this gun is really fucking strong. It made Wang An's shoulders tremble.

Although it was dark, with the reflection of the snow, Wang An did see a large black shadow turn around and run away.

He didn’t know whether it was a tiger or what it was. Most importantly, it was so black that Wang An didn’t dare to go forward to check.

What if this dark shadow hides behind a stump or bushes and suddenly attacks you, you're in trouble.

Wang An fired a few more shots in the direction the shadow left, then put the gun down.

Dahei and other dogs then began to bark wildly in the direction where the black shadow was escaping.

You know what, these dogs seem to have become a lot more awesome in an instant.

When the people in the tent heard the gunshots, they were awakened from their sleep and ran out of the tent one by one with guns in hand.

As soon as Zhang Shuya walked out of the tent, she asked anxiously:

"What's wrong, Xiao An? Is the big claw coming?"

Wang An did not lie. He looked at the direction where the shadow left and said:
"I don't know what it is, I just keep an eye on it."

Mu Xueli beside him suddenly said:

"That's probably a big claw. I heard from Lao Xiaopao that big claws like to play in the dark, and they won't be stopped from finding food even in the dark."

At this time, Wang Shuai asked beside him:

"So tonight, will this thing come back again?"

Wang Shuai's question really hits everyone's blind spot in knowledge.

Because in the past ten years, the number of tigers killed in the entire DJ County has never exceeded one handful.

Few of the new generation of mountain herders have ever seen a tiger, and their experience in hunting tigers is basically zero.

The gunners who had fought tigers did not engage in head-on confrontations with the tigers. Most of them relied on traps and mechanisms to kill the tigers.

So after Wang Shuai asked this question, everyone fell silent.

After a while, Wang An said:

"It's hard to say. I haven't seen what this thing looks like yet."

After Wang An finished speaking, Mu Xueli and Wang Li also echoed that they had never seen this thing.

Others remained silent.

According to Wang An's guess, the tiger must be hiding somewhere and observing every move here.

Because when Wang An was in school, he learned a classical Chinese article titled "The Donkey from Guizhou".

There were no donkeys in Guizhou, but a curious person brought one in on a boat.
From this we can see that the ancients knew that tigers were good at observation, and they observed them over and over again.

Of course, the tiger mentioned in this classical Chinese text should be the slightly smaller South China tiger.

As a species of the South China tiger, the Siberian tiger must have a high IQ and should also be good at observation.

After all, the "bang bang bang" sound of the 81 bars is quite loud.

However, if a bullet had just been nailed into its body, I don’t know whether it would continue to observe.

After a while, no one asked any more questions, so Wang An asked everyone to go back to their tents and sleep.

Soon, it was 9 o'clock, and Wang An's night watch mission for the day was completed. If the tiger didn't come again in the next period of time, Wang An could have a perfect night's sleep.

After peeing, Wang An went into the tent, lay down on the mat with his clothes on, and fell into a deep sleep.

It was a good move. Since Wang An fell asleep, nothing unusual has happened.

Wang An also slept until dawn and had a very good sleep.

In the morning, when everyone was making a fire and cooking, Wang An strolled in the direction where the black shadow escaped last night.

Wang An mainly wanted to see whether the black shadow was injured after 81-gun fired so many bullets indiscriminately yesterday.

I have to say that this black shadow was indeed very smart, because the direction it came from last night was downwind.

In other words, it knew that the smell on its body would alarm Dahei and other dogs, so it chose to come against the wind.

The distance was not too far, and Wang An quickly reached his destination.

Just as Wang An lowered his head to check, he suddenly felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart.

Because those two spots of bright red on the snow are so eye-catching.

And judging by the footprints, the black shadow was indeed a tiger.

In other words, this tiger was indeed hit by an 81-bar bullet.

No matter what animal it is, as long as it is injured, it will be easy to deal with.

Wang An followed the blood trail for a distance and then returned to the tent happily.

Seeing Wang An's smiling face, Zhang Shuya asked with a smile:

"You're so cold, are you so happy because you didn't wet your pants?"

Wang An was stunned when he heard this, then he laughed and ignored the question of whether he would pee his pants or not. Instead, he said mysteriously:
"Big sister, how about you guess what good stuff I found?"

Zhang Shuya rolled her eyes at Wang An and smiled. She did not answer Wang An's question but asked:
"Then didn't you notice that everyone was quite happy this morning?"

After Zhang Shuya finished speaking, she continued to busy herself with heating up the meal, but the corners of Zhang Shuya's mouth became noticeably more curved.

Wang An subconsciously looked at everyone, and just as Zhang Shuya said, everyone's face was filled with smiles.

Wang An suddenly turned his head and looked at the ground, and suddenly realized that he was the last person to know that the tiger was injured.

Because there were obviously many footprints on the road leading to the two bloodstains.

But I didn't notice it, or I didn't take it seriously at all.

Breakfast was still canned meat and steamed buns. Maybe because everyone was in a good mood, everyone ate it seriously and happily.

I have to say that the canned meat of that era was really substantial, with each can containing a full pound of meat.

The key is that this thing is really convenient to eat.

Because canned meat is packaged in tin cans, you only need to throw it directly into the fire. After a while, you can directly use a knife to pierce the tin and start eating.

The cans of meat that had been eaten were all collected by Wang An, Mu Xueli and Wang Li.

Mainly in rural areas, iron sheets have so many uses.

After finishing breakfast and packing up the tent, everyone drove their sleds and continued to follow the bloodstains and footprints.

This time, even though the three sleds did not stop, they still failed to catch up with the injured tiger after a whole morning.

And the most amazing thing is that the bloodstains appear and disappear from time to time. I don’t know how this tiger controls itself from bleeding.

Fortunately, even though there was no blood, the footprints were very clear, so the chase was easy and enjoyable for everyone.

(End of this chapter)