Chapter 408

One had to say, the feeling of pulling the trigger on this Type 81 rifle is truly satisfying.

Because this Type 81 rifle is not like the Type 56 semi-automatic, where one has to pull the trigger one by one.

Instead, one only needs to hold the trigger without letting go, and the bullets will fly out one after another very quickly.

However, to tell the truth, the recoil of this gun is also truly fierce, shaking Wang An's shoulder until it trembled.

Although the sky was very dark, borrowing the reflection of the snow, Wang An did indeed see a large black shadow turn and run.

Whether it was a tiger, one didn't know; what it was, one didn't know either. Mainly, it was pitch black, and Wang An didn't dare to go forward to check.

In case this black shadow was hiding behind some tree stump or bush and suddenly gave you a hit, that would be the end of it.

Wang An fired a few more shots in the direction the black shadow left, and only then did he put the gun down.

And Da Hei and the other dogs only then started barking wildly in the direction the black shadow fled.

It must be said, at this moment, the dogs seemed to have instantly become much more awesome.

The group in the tent, hearing the gunshots, woke up from their dreams one after another, and one by one, carrying their guns, ran out of the tent.

Seeing Zhang Shuya just walk out of the tent door, she immediately asked anxiously:

"What's wrong, Xiao An? Did the big claws come?"

Wang An didn't lie either, looking in the direction the black shadow left and said:

"I don't know what it is; I just caught a glimpse of a shadow."

Mu Xueli suddenly said on the side:

"That's eight or nine out of ten the big claws. I heard Old Xiao Pao say that the big claws like to play dirty; even in the dark, it doesn't stop it from finding food."

At this time, Wang Shuai asked on the side:

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

This question from Wang Shuai truly hit everyone's knowledge blind spot.

Because in the last ten years, the number of tigers killed in the entire DJ County didn't exceed the number of fingers on one hand.

The new generation of mountain trekkers who had seen tigers were few, and the experience in tiger hunting was basically zero.

And the artillerymen who had hunted tigers weren't facing the tigers head-on either; most of them relied on traps and mechanisms to finish off the tigers.

So after Wang Shuai finished asking this question, everyone fell silent.

After a while, Wang An said:

"This is hard to say; I haven't even seen what this thing looks like yet."

After Wang An finished speaking, Mu Xueli and Wang Li also chimed in that they hadn't seen what this thing looked like.

The others remained silent.

According to Wang An's guess, right now, this tiger must be hiding somewhere, observing every move here.

Because when Wang An was in school, he learned a classical Chinese text titled "The Donkey of Qian."

There were no donkeys in Qian, so someone with good intentions shipped one in by boat...

From this, one can see that even the ancients knew that tigers were good at observing, and they observed it three or four times at that.

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

Then, as a fellow species of the South China tiger, the Northeast tiger's intelligence is definitely not low; it should also be good at observing.

After all, the "bang-bang-bang" sound of the Type 81 rifle was quite loud.

However, if bullets had just entered its body, whether it would continue to observe, one didn't know.

After a while, the group had no more questions, so Wang An greeted everyone to go back to the tent to sleep.

Soon, time reached 9 o'clock, and Wang An's night watch task for today was completely finished.

If there were no more abnormal situations in the time that followed, Wang An could sleep perfectly for the whole night.

After taking a leak, Wang An crawled into the tent, lay down on the mat with his clothes on, and started sleeping soundly.

It went quite well; since Wang An started sleeping, there were no more abnormal situations.

And Wang An also slept until dawn, sleeping quite well.

In the morning, while everyone was lighting a fire to cook, Wang An strolled toward the direction where the black shadow fled last night.

Wang An mainly wanted to see if the black shadow was injured after the Type 81 rifle fired so many bullets indiscriminately last night.

One had to say, this black shadow was indeed smart enough, because the direction it came from last night was downwind.

In other words, it knew that the scent on its body would alarm Da Hei and the other dogs, so it chose to come upwind.

The distance wasn't too far, and Wang An soon arrived at the destination.

Just as Wang An lowered his head to check, he instantly felt a burst of wild joy in his heart.

Because those two spots of crimson on the snow were so eye-catching.

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

In other words, this tiger had indeed been hit by the bullets of the Type 81 rifle.

No matter what animal it is, as long as it's injured, it's easy to handle.

Wang An followed the bloodstains for another distance and then returned to the tent in high spirits.

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

"It's freezing cold early in the morning; are you so happy because you didn't wet your pants?"

Wang An was stunned upon hearing this, then laughed out loud, ignored the question about wetting his pants, and said mysteriously:

"Big sister, why don't you guess what good thing I found?"

Zhang Shuya rolled her eyes at Wang An with a smile and didn't answer Wang An's question but asked back:

"Then didn't you notice that everyone is quite happy this morning?"

After Zhang Shuya finished speaking, she continued to busy herself heating the food, but the corners of Zhang Shuya's mouth were clearly more curved.

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

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

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

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

Breakfast was still canned meat and steamed buns, and perhaps because of the good mood, everyone ate quite deliciously.

One had to say, the canned meat of this era was truly substantial, with a full jin of meat in each can.

The key was that this stuff was really convenient to eat.

Because the packaging of canned meat was tin cans, one only needed to throw them directly onto the campfire, and after a while, one could use a hunting knife to poke through the tin and eat directly.

And the empty cans after eating were all collected by Wang An, Mu Xueli, and Wang Li.

Mainly, in the countryside, tin was too useful.

After breakfast and packing up the tents, the group drove the sleds and continued to track along the bloodstains and footprints.

This time, even though the three sleds never stopped, they couldn't catch up with the injured tiger after a whole morning.

And the most awesome thing was that the bloodstains were sometimes there and sometimes not; one didn't know how this tiger controlled whether it bled or not.

Fortunately, even without bloodstains, the footprints were very clear, so the group's pursuit could be considered easy and happy.

(End of chapter)