Before Yang Qiuchi made a decision, the tiger under the tree had already pounced on him again. Yang Qiuchi only felt a severe pain in the forearm of his left hand, which was holding the branches from below. The tiger's front paws had torn apart his sleeves and opened several bloody holes on his forearm. Yang Qiuchi grinned in pain, loosened his hand, and almost fell off the tree, and hugged the trunk tightly.

Fuck, I'm fighting with you!

Yang Qiuchi reached out to pull out his gun, but his body was lying on the branch. The pistol was pressed under his armed holster in his arms. Just as Yang Qiuchi tried to maintain balance and struggled to make room to reach out to pull out his gun, the tiger had already turned around on the ground and found that if he took advantage of the height advantage on the slope, he could catch the prey on the tree and turned to the slope.

At the last moment, Yang Qiuchi no longer cared about so much. He bowed and left the branches on his chest and abdomen. He quickly reached into his arms with his right hand and took out his pistol. Because the movement was too big and the branches were too thin, his body was shaking and almost lost balance.

The tiger has turned around and looks for the angle!

Yang Qiuchi tried hard to hold the branches to maintain balance. He used too much force to make the injured arm feel like a torn pain again, but he couldn't care about it at this moment. Since there was no time to load it with his left hand, he pulled the trigger guard ring with his right index finger, and then pulled it hard, and then he was loading it with one hand.

The tiger adjusted its angle, sat back slightly, roared, and rushed towards Yang Qiuchi again!

Bang! Yang Qiuchi had no time to aim at it, so he raised his hand and shot it. The tiger in the air seemed to be hit hard by the head, and his body lost its strength. He flew under Yang Qiuchi and fell to the stream with a bang.

The tiger rolled a few times on the ground, then raised its body and let out a huge roar that shattered the valley. It turned its head, stared at Yang Qiuchi on the tree, and walked over step by step, and blood flowed down the tiger's forehead.

Before he could study where the bullet hit the tiger, he raised his hand to aim at the tiger's head, and two more shots were shot. Yang Qiuchi was less than five meters away from the tiger, and both shots accurately hit the tiger's head. The tiger's head seemed to have been fists with two heavy punches, and his head suddenly tilted back, shook, and then fell to the ground. The bright red blood mixed with white brain matter flowed down. The tiger's claws slammed on the grass for a few times, and then stopped moving.

Yang Qiuchi was panting, and his right pistol was still pointing at the tiger, for fear that it would get up again.

After a while, the tiger was still motionless. Yang Qiuchi was not sure if the tiger was dead. To be on the safe side, he aimed at the tiger's forehead and shot it again. A cluster of small blood splashed on the tiger's forehead. The tiger still didn't move. Yang Qiuchi was sure that the tiger was really dead.

It was a life-and-death death! Yang Qiuchi breathed a long sigh of relief, felt cold sweat coming from his forehead, and his whole body became weak. He hugged the branches tightly for a while before slipping down from the ground.

Yang Qiuchi pointed the tiger with a pistol, walked slowly, kicked the tiger with his feet, but there was no movement. Most of the tiger's skull had been removed by the four pistol bullets, and the white brain paste filled the powerful "king" pattern on his forehead.

At this time, Yang Qiuchi felt the burning pain of the wound on his left arm. He rolled up his sleeve and looked at it. He quickly went to the stream to wash the wound clean. After looking carefully, he found that the wound was not deep and there was no need to be sewn. He raised his arm over the top of his head to help the wound heal. Slowly, the wound stopped bleeding. There was no clean gauze bandage here, so he simply exposed it, which was not easy to get infected.

Sitting on the grass beside the tiger, looking at the tiger's bloody mouth, he almost became the food chewing in his mouth. He couldn't help but feel a little scared. He looked up at the bright sun and the poetic scenery around him that had been restored to his imagination. Yang Qiuchi felt the pleasure of escaping from death. After a while, his physical strength recovered. He kicked the tiger hard and scolded: "He is NN, why are you not arrogant! Wu Song and Jingyanggang were just like this when they fought tigers, haha!" Yang Qiuchi was a little proud.

I took the magazine back and looked at it. There were two bullets. I took the spare magazine on the weapon and checked it. There were six bullets, plus these two rounds, and there were eight bullets in total, which had to be used for saving money. In ancient times, there was no place to find bullets. After all the bullets were fired, the pistol was a piece of scrap iron.

I don’t know if there are any tigers or other beasts, so be careful, Yang Qiuchi replaced the spare magazine filled with bullets and inserted the pistol into the holster in his arms.

This tiger skin is a good thing, and it can be worth a lot of money when sold. Take out the armed forces and bring the refined small Tibetan knife, and start peeling the tiger skin. Although I have never peeled the tiger skin before and have never studied veterinary medicine, I graduated from a medical university after all, and I still have common sense of dissection.

After a while, the tiger skin was peeled off, and it was bloody. It was spread on the grass and dried it. The tiger meat had to be cut off. If you couldn't find someone, there was something to satisfy your hunger. However, this tiger weighed hundreds of pounds and could not carry such a heavy load. There was no need to bring so many. Cut off the tiger's two hind legs. Unfortunately, there was no match, otherwise it would be domineering to have a barbecue authentic tiger meat!

After Yang Qiuchi cut off the tiger's hind legs, he found a rattan to tie the tiger's hind legs, and carried it on his back. The blood on the tiger's skin had been dried and half dry. He rolled it and was clamped under his armpits and continued along the stream.

After walking for about an hour, I saw more than ten thatched houses on the hillside from afar. Someone was home! Yang Qiuchi was very excited. Now he knew that he had traveled to the ancient dynasty. However, he was not afraid of ten thousand, but only if he was a bandit's nest or a hamlet for bandits, it would be troublesome. Yang Qiuchi took out his pistol and loaded the bullets.

When I approached the village, I saw a shepherd boy sitting on the edge of the village and herding cattle, twisting the dog-tail grass in his hand, looking leisurely and contented.

Yang Qiuchi walked to him, bent down and asked, "Brother, what is this place?"

The shepherd boy turned his head and looked at Yang Qiuchi, blinking his big eyes: "This is Wuliwan, where did you come from?"

Where did you come from? This question is difficult to answer. Yang Qiuchi said vaguely: "I came from the other side of the mountain. Are there any big cities nearby?"

"City? What is a city?" The little guy tilted his head and couldn't understand the word.

"Cities are places with a lot of people?"

"Oh~!" The shepherd boy nodded suddenly and smiled, "You are talking about Guangde County." He stood up and grabbed Yang Qiuchi's sleeve and pointed to the distance. "Follow the small path at the entrance of the village, and then walk five miles away." After a pause, he explained, "Since we are called Wuliwan, it is because it is five miles away from Guangde County." The little guy smiled and shook the dogtail grass in his hand, giving the adults a sense of class.

"Thank you, brother!" Yang Qiuchi clasped his fists and bowed his hands like the ancients. He was about to leave when he remembered something: "I'll ask again, what month and what day will it be today?"

The shepherd boy was stunned, "What month is it? It's the third day of the September 2018." He then curled his lips and looked at Yang Qiuchi with disdain: "You are so old that you can't even figure out the days?"

Yang Qiuchi didn't care and continued to ask: "Who is the emperor now?"

"Emperor? The Emperor is the Emperor, and the Emperor is the Emperor."

Dizzy! Isn't the emperor just long live? You still have to say this? Yang Qiuchi is so angry that he continued to enlighten: "Long live, too, you have a name, just like you, you always have a name, right?"

"Name? What is a name?"

I don’t know what the name is, but I’ve made a blacksmith in my head? Continue to enlighten me: “The name is your name. What are your parents calling you?”

"Call me, the dog is left!"

"Dog left? Hahaha!" Yang Qiuchi was stunned and then laughed. He heard that in the past, it was popular to give children a bad name for their children. In order to support them, they did not give such an ugly name.
Chapter completed!