Republic of China: Guandong Ginseng King

Chapter 275: The Tiger Dies and the Jackal Dies
Qu Shaoyang, who was hiding in the tree, secretly felt lucky that he reacted quickly and climbed up the tree.

At this moment, he stayed on the tree motionless, watching the fight between the tigers. When the tiger and the jackal below were both defeated, he might be able to pick up some benefits.

While Qu Shaoyang was thinking about this, he suddenly discovered that Meng Lanjun, who was sitting on the tree next to him, actually slipped under the tree.

"Hey, where are you going? It's too dangerous down there."

Qu Shaoyang was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. What a reckless guy! There are jackals and tigers fighting downstairs, why are you going down there?
Meng Lanjun ignored Qu Shaoyang and moved towards the direction where the jackals and tigers were fighting, holding his gun.

Qu Shaoyang saw it clearly from the tree and thought to himself that something was wrong.

Meng Lanjun seemed to be a smart man, so why did he act stupidly at the critical moment? What on earth was he trying to do?
Meng Lanjun accompanied Qu Shaoyang into the mountains to do some work. If anything went wrong, Qu Shaoyang would not be able to explain to Old Meng.

So, even though he cursed Meng Lanjun countless times in his heart, Qu Shaoyang still slid down from the tree and trotted after Meng Lanjun with his gun in hand.

The Meng Lan army in front approached the woods cautiously, trying to find a suitable shooting position.

At this time in the woods, the remaining jackals had surrounded the tiger.

The male tiger tried to roar loudly, but his voice was hoarse and no longer had any deterrent effect.

The tiger gritted its teeth and tried hard to flick its tail.

But half of its tail had just been bitten off by a jackal. Not only did it lose its beauty, but its strength was also greatly weakened.

The tiger struggled to attack the jackal king who was giving the orders.

It knew that only by biting the jackal king to death would the other jackals be easier to deal with without their leader.

But at this time the tiger was covered with wounds, blood was dripping onto the snow, and its strength was exhausted. How could it have the energy to attack again?
Being able to barely maintain balance and not fall down is already the last bit of dignity for the Beast King.

The jackal king seemed to see that the tiger was at the end of its strength, so he let out a roar and led the remaining jackals to pounce on it and bite it.

And at this moment, gunshots rang out. Needless to say, it was Meng Lanjun who opened fire.

Meng Lanjun got a new gun yesterday and tried it out in a deserted place in the back hills. The power of a quick-firing gun is absolutely incomparable to that of an old-fashioned musket.

He is a good shooter, and after trying the new gun a few times, he got used to it.

At this time he fired three shots in succession, and the jackals in front that were concentrating on confronting the tiger were caught off guard and three jackals fell directly.

The remaining jackals sensed something was wrong and immediately turned around and tried to run away, but at this time Qu Shaoyang also caught up, aimed his gun at the jackals, and pulled the trigger.

With the joint efforts of the two men, none of the seven or eight jackals could escape and they all fell to the ground.

"What the hell are you doing? A tiger and a jackal are fighting, and you're meddling in the fight.

Fortunately, we have a good gun. If this was an old cannon, do you know that you might have been torn to pieces by a pack of jackals today?"

Qu Shaoyang killed the jackal king with his last shot, and then yelled at Meng Lanjun angrily.

At this time, Meng Lanjun ignored Qu Shaoyang and walked straight towards the dying tiger.

He came up to the tiger and saw that it was covered with wounds. He couldn't help but shed tears.

Meng Lanjun turned around and stuck the butt of his gun into the snow, then took out some medicine powder from his arms and wanted to apply medicine and bandage the tiger.

It was not known whether the tiger had lost the strength to display its power or what, but it did not seem angry at Meng Lanjun's approach.

Meng Lanjun applied medicine to it, and the tiger did not resist. Its yellow-green eyes looked straight at Meng Lanjun.

"Ah Fu, hold on for a while. I'll apply some medicine on you. It will stop the bleeding and you'll be fine."

When Meng Lanjun saw Tiger like this, he felt so distressed that he burst into tears. His hands were shaking so badly that the medicine powder in his hands spilled out.

Qu Shaoyang also came closer at this time. He looked at the tiger's condition and shook his head.

"It's useless, you can't save it. The jackal has bitten off several pieces of its flesh, its stomach is broken, its anus is dug out, and a section of its large intestine is sticking out. It's not going to survive." Jackals are different from other wild beasts.

Other wild animals bite their prey to death before eating it, but jackals are different. They eat the meat as soon as they bite, tearing it apart from their opponents while they are still alive.

Moreover, jackals have a special skill, which is anal digging.

While other jackals are attracting the enemy's attention, the jackals behind will directly dig out the enemy's anus.

No matter what animal it is, that is the most vulnerable place. After a few bites, the anus will be torn open and the intestines will be pulled out. How can it survive?
"No, I have to save it. It's the tiger mom's son." Meng Lanjun refused to listen to Qu Shaoyang and insisted on saving it.

After hearing what Meng Lanjun said, Qu Shaoyang immediately understood why Meng Lanjun was so abnormal.

Old Meng once said that Meng Lanjun grew up eating tiger milk, and Qu Shaoyang thought the old man was bragging.

This is not storytelling or opera.

In the storytelling of Generals of the Yang Family, there is a story about Yang Qilang's son who was born and thrown into the wilderness. A eagle built a shed for him and a tiger came to feed him.

Those were all made up by storytellers to attract people for the sake of curiosity.

Tiger milk and human milk have different nutritional structures. How could Meng Lanjun, a baby who had not yet left the postpartum period, grow up by eating tiger milk? Isn't this just nonsense?

But looking at this scene, Qu Shaoyang had to believe that perhaps Meng Lanjun really was raised on tiger's milk.

"That's not right. You're sixteen. How big is it?"

Wild tigers seem to live only about a dozen years? This tiger doesn't look that old.

How could Meng Lanjun care about answering Qu Shaoyang's question at this time? The tiger had already fallen into his arms and slowly closed its eyes.

"Afu." Meng Lanjun hugged the tiger and burst into tears.

In the wilderness, it was already late in the evening, and Meng Lanjun was crying while holding the big tiger's head.

Around them, dozens of jackals were lying in disorder, some dead, some seriously injured and dying. This scene was weird no matter how you looked at it.

Qu Shaoyang sighed, "Lan Jun, the tiger is already dead, it's no use for you to cry.

Well, it’s getting late, let’s go back first and come back tomorrow to find a way to bury the tiger.”

The tiger was full of treasures, and Qu Shaoyang wanted to take the tiger's body back, but seeing Meng Lanjun so sad, he couldn't say it.

Although Meng Lanjun was sad, he was still rational. After Qu Shaoyang's persuasion, he had no choice but to calm down and stand up from the ground.

"Just now, if we hadn't climbed up the tree, could we have saved Ah Fu?"

Meng Lanjun looked at the tiger's corpse on the ground and suddenly asked a question.

Qu Shaoyang shook his head, "It's terrible, if things go wrong, we'll both be implicated.

The best outcome is that both sides will suffer losses. The tiger may survive, but we will probably die. "

They went into the mountains just to deliver things to the two old men, and they didn't bring many bullets with them.

There were quite a lot of jackals in that group. Even if the two of them didn't climb up the tree and shoot at them, they might not be able to kill many of them.

If we provoke the jackals and start to attack them, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Meng Lanjun thought about it and then nodded.

“You’re right, my grandfather told me before that you must not provoke jackals when you go into the mountains.

If you let this thing get to you, it'll be a fight to the death."

(End of this chapter)