frightfiction Chapter 148 The Dog-Beating Scenes Are Brutal
Chapter 148 The Dog-Beating Scenes Are Brutal
Li Ju'an stood far away, aiming his gun at the tiger's head. After firing one shot, he pulled back the bolt and continued aiming at the tiger's moving head.
boom! boom! boom!
The Mosin-Nagant rifle has a long range; even when firing at another mountain from one, the rear sight can be adjusted to keep the shot within its effective range.
His eyes narrowed, a fierce glint flashing in his brown pupils, like a sleeping tiger suddenly awakened. One shot after another, flames bursting from the muzzle, spent cartridges flying out in quick succession.
After emptying the magazine of 10 rounds, he moved his hand upwards, pressed down on the butt of the gun, and simultaneously pried it open. The bullet he had been holding in his palm appeared between his middle and ring fingers, and he inserted it into the chamber with a clean "click," then continued aiming and firing at his face.
The immense recoil made his arms numb, his shoulders and arms almost numb, and he could barely stretch his arms. He was exhausted. Behind him, Song Desheng was also looking through the scope and shouted, "Dead! Dead! Brother Li, get your hands free, Big Claw's head is blown to bits."
As dawn broke, morning clouds appeared on the rolling mountains, and the sun, like a salted egg yolk, leaped out, its rays shining brightly on the snow-capped mountains, giving them a golden glow.
The Golden Peak Snow Mountain was beautiful, but none of the hunters had any interest in looking at it; they were focused on heading straight for the battlefield on the other side of the ravine.
The severely wounded Siberian tiger could be spotted from a great distance. Its head was blown apart, and it was already dead, beyond any doubt. The dense bullets flew over like they were free, with seven or eight hunters firing simultaneously from a distance. The bushes were filled with bullets, offering no cover, and the Siberian tiger couldn't find any cover to hide in.
Song Desheng shouted excitedly, "This time we've really caught a tiger! We have a tiger skin, and not just a tiger cub's skin, but a real tiger skin!"
He wouldn't be so excited if he came across sheepskin or roe deer skin. Sheepskin and roe deer skin aren't valuable; they can be used to make thin leather jackets or trousers, but being soft leather, even with excellent warmth and light weight, they're not worth much due to their age. They're only good for making coats, and those are the finest coats.
Leopard skin is precious and beautiful, but it's generally not worn; instead, it's used as decoration on chairs. This is because the leopard is also known as the "golden leopard," and wealthy businessmen love the homophonic association with "money explosion" or "golden wallet." Wearing it wouldn't bring that "money explosion," so it's placed on a chair, where people sit and enjoy the feeling of being enveloped in gold—that's the proper and enjoyable way to put it. This type of skin is mostly bought by business people; it's rare and expensive.
Song Desheng was overjoyed, already planning how to skin the big claws, when suddenly a cold wind blew. He looked up and saw that Lu Zhiqiang had stuffed a block of ice into his mouth. He whimpered and glared angrily, wishing he could stuff the ice into Lu Zhiqiang's crotch and call him crazy.
Lu Zhiqiang cursed at him: "Are you fucking crazy? Is this the time to talk about this kind of thing? Didn't you see the hunting dogs are all dead?"
The Lu family used to be a dog-hunting gang, so they knew that hunting dogs were a hunter's life, a second life. Song Desheng grew up in the county town, and his family didn't keep dogs. He glanced at Li Ju'an, the veterinarian Zhang, the security guard Qian, and Lao Tao, who had already run far away and were heading towards the hunting dogs. Only then did he shut his mouth, realizing he had said the wrong thing.
Lu Zhiqiang was still cursing him: "You have no sense of propriety, your mouth is foul, and you just spout nonsense. You deserve to be beaten up."
As Song Desheng followed behind the group, he said helplessly, "I only ate two handfuls of garlic yesterday when I went into the mountains. How bad could it smell? It can't be that bad."
He's tough on the outside but soft on the inside. He seems intimidating, but he softens when he encounters someone difficult. When Lu Zhiqiang or Li Ju'an confront him, he just makes sarcastic remarks without taking it seriously.
The group followed Li Ju'an to the back of the ditch where they had just beaten the dog.
This is also the place where Big Tiger barked loudly yesterday, and then the sound suddenly disappeared. Later, only Iron Hammer, a slippery dog, rushed back in the middle of the night, and the other dogs stopped barking.
In a dog-hunting enclosure, dogs will bark at their prey when they meet face-to-face.
If a hunting dog suddenly stops barking, there are only two possibilities. One is that the dog is holding its prey firmly in its mouth, subduing it and naturally unable to bark. The second is that the dog is injured or dead, and therefore unable to bark.
After approaching the ditch surrounded by the two dog-beating areas, Li Ju'an realized that this must be Big Claw's den and lair. Otherwise, Big Claw wouldn't have been encountered by the dogs last night, and the injured Big Claw wouldn't have run back here today.
He glanced at the snow and saw it was covered in bright red blood. Some of the blood was fresh, just left there, while some was a thick, purplish-red, indicating it had been there for some time.
White Egg followed behind Flower Ear, whimpering softly. As soon as it saw its owner approaching, White Egg and Flower Ear staggered over together.
White Egg's front leg was broken; he was injured while fighting the tiger and could only hop slowly and limply on three legs. Flower Ear's old wound on his back was reopened, the wound split open a second time, and a foot-long piece of flesh was torn open, with blood gushing from the old scars and new wounds.
The old dog was loyal. Despite its ripped ears and torn skin, it still limped over to Li Ju'an, rubbing its head against his trouser leg and staring at him with its eyes, seeking comfort.
Li Ju'an clenched his fists, feeling extremely distressed, but he didn't stop and continued walking forward with big strides.
As soon as he left, White Egg panicked and wanted to follow its master. But White Egg's limping front leg was bent at an odd angle, and it hurt every time it moved. It grimaced and tried to hop on three legs to catch up, but it could only watch its master walk away.
Song Desheng was puzzled. "The dog is injured like this, why isn't Brother Li treating the wound?"
He squatted down, untied his leg wraps, and tied them behind Hua Er's back, coaxing, "Brother Gou, we're not close, but this is an emergency, so please don't bite me."
The old dog with the flowery ears obediently lay down without moving, knowing that it was being bound, and let the leg bandages be wrapped around its back.
After rescuing Hua Er, Song Desheng picked up Bai Danzi, who was struggling to catch up with Li Ju'an, and in his heart he scolded Li Ju'an for being heartless.
Lu Zhiqiang said in a heavy tone, "These dogs can still move. Li Ju'an has to go check on the more dangerous dogs."