HLnovel Chapter 146: A Siberian tiger's bite pulls out a layer of flesh and blood; it's truly terr
Chapter 146: A Siberian tiger's bite pulls out a layer of flesh and blood; it's truly terr
The size of the trap is also very important. For example, if you are not using a snare to catch a wild rabbit, you should choose the smallest size when using a trap, otherwise a slightly larger one will be too strong and break the rabbit's leg in one go.
Moreover, when facing larger and more powerful wild animals, the traps cannot be fixed in place; the chains must be used.
Li Ju'an pulled out the chain from the trap and used it to secure the tripwire. He used a heavy piece of pine wood to tie the tripwire. The timing of securing the tripwire and when to tie it was crucial, testing the hunter's experience. Once the tripwire was attached, large prey, trapped, would desperately try to escape, but dragging the tripwire along with them would hinder their escape.
However, when hunting agile prey that is good at running, it is essential to secure the trap. Otherwise, the prey may escape, and the hunter may even lose the trap.
A foolish, passive hunting approach of simply waiting won't work. He turned the tables, cutting off a piece of meat from under the belly of a red deer and placing it near the trap. No tiger can resist the pungent smell of a red deer. If the bait is wrong and fails to attract the prey, or if the prey eats the bait and runs away, then he'll have lost more than he gained.
Li Ju'an led the hunters to set up seven large traps around the wooden house. Before entering the house, he moved the mule to another place and tied it to the wooden railing under the corridor of the wooden house. Then he went inside and lay down fully clothed.
Veterinarian Zhang and Lao Qian, along with the others, closed their eyes and squinted, their hunting rifles at hand, ready to spring up at any moment at the sound of movement and fire a shot at the wild animal.
Lu Zhiqiang and Song Desheng secretly crouched under the window of the wooden house, looking out whenever they couldn't sleep. Song Desheng was very nervous, and tried to ease the tension by joking, "If you ask me, that big claw definitely won't dare to come again. Don't be fooled by the fact that tigers like to attack livestock; they still have respect for people. If that big claw attacks a mule, we'll just shoot it."
The two chatted and encouraged each other, making up a few random remarks, before finally falling asleep fully clothed.
In the dead of night, the mule suddenly brayed and began kicking violently up and down, pounding the wooden planks of the hut with a thud, shaking the entire hut. The reins snapped with a "crack"—the mule had broken free and run off somewhere.
The hammer inside the house let out a soft groan and hid behind the stove.
Li Ju'an and several hunters sat up abruptly. The hunters flung open the door, turned around, and saw huge animal footprints on the ground; the mule was gone.
Li Ju'an dragged the hammer out from behind the furnace, pulling it by the back of the neck to the pine tree.
As soon as Hammer smelled the scent of the pine tree, he tucked his tail between his legs and turned to run away.
Everyone knew that tiger urine was present at the base of the pine tree, and the hunting dogs had smelled it. Li Ju'an glanced at the mule and large animal tracks on the ground and shouted, "Chase!"
The hunters, wrapped in thick fur coats, followed the footprints scattered across the ground, turning back and forth as light snow fell along the way. It took them half an hour to return to the wooden cabin.
A mule's desperate howl echoed from behind the bushes, and everyone witnessed a horrific sight. The mule, which had been so lively just moments before, was now a bloody mess, pinned beneath a Siberian tiger. The tiger's tongue, sharp as a steel blade, licked the mule's hind leg, tearing off a layer of skin with its barbs.
Blood and bits of flesh were licked off piece by piece. The Siberian tiger quickly tore open the mule's hind leg, swallowing it greedily, seemingly enjoying it. The force with which it licked, tearing off a layer of flesh with each bite, was truly terrifying.
The mule couldn't run away; it was in so much pain that its limbs were stiff and twitching, and it was foaming at the mouth. It was clear that it wouldn't survive.
Li Ju'an was furious, his eyes burning with rage, and his blood pressure surged to his head. He held his gun to the tiger's face and fired two bullets into its heart and lungs from the front.
If you aim for the tiger's head or chest, a hit to the brain or heart will render the tiger helpless. However, if you miss or hit its limbs, the tiger will flee in pain. The naturally cautious tiger, upon sensing danger, will first run, then attempt a roundabout approach to retaliate.
Boom!
The Type 56 semi-automatic rifle is loaded with 10 rounds at a time, and the bolt is pulled after each shot. The bullets whiz through the air like lightning, their sound sending chills down your spine.
An adult Siberian tiger roared angrily, bulging its muscles and tendons, resembling the muscles of a bison in an armored vehicle, and turned to run away.
Li Ju'an's eyes turned bloodshot, and he harbored murderous intent.
After firing ten shots, he switched to the Mosin-Nagant rifle on his back, aimed at the 3.5x scope, pointed the muzzle at the fleeing Siberian tiger, fought with all his might, veins bulging on his forehead, and pulled the trigger.
The hunters all arrived, and every single one of them aimed their guns at the fleeing tiger king. Each of them suppressed their fear of the tiger, their violent aura surging, their eyes bloodshot as they stared at the tiger. The gunfire suddenly intensified.
Gunshots rang out in quick succession as the fleeing Siberian tiger was pursued relentlessly. Veterinarian Zhang fired his musket with a series of loud bangs, while Lu Zhiqiang raised his Type 54 pistol and fired. Song Desheng's pump-action shotgun, loaded with slugs, fired with tremendous force, the "boom" shaking the snow-covered forest.
Behind the bushes lay a mule, its flesh mangled and bloodied. Li Ju'an's eyes burned with rage as he shouted, "We hit it! Chase after it!"
The snow was littered with bright red blood. Based on the spacing and location of the huge tiger paw prints, it was clear that the tiger had suffered severe injuries to its limbs, especially its right hind leg, which was limping and almost unable to exert any strength.
This is the perfect opportunity to chase down the tiger!
Li Ju'an followed closely behind the tiger's paw print when suddenly a black and yellow beast charged out from the side. Just as he was about to raise his gun, he heard the tiger bark at him, followed by its henchman, White Mastiff. One after another, following the tiger out were Flower Ears, Black Panther, Red Wolf, White Egg, Black Tiger, and Flower Girl. But two of the three mixed-breed wolfhounds were missing; only one rushed out at the very end.
Big Tiger had been missing all night, and his body was covered in bloodstains. The bloodstains on the white mastiff's snow-white body were even more vivid. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the bloodstains were not from the two hunting dogs, but from outside.
The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the shadows of the tree branches ahead were faintly visible. He shouted, "Good dog! Chase after them!"
Without his command, Da Hu had already led the dogs to surround the dog.
The tiger was incredibly fast, but the white mastiff was even faster. The two hunters almost simultaneously charged towards the bushes where the Siberian tiger had disappeared, its body slick with blood. The hunting dogs moved like springs, their latissimus dorsi muscles stretched, and they sprang forward like whips, their power concentrated in their feet. The immense force propelled them forward, making them as fast as shadows in the snow.
The barking of hunting dogs rose from not far away, and Li Ju'an led the hunters to run even faster.
The tiger was used to dealing with wild boars, dogs, and hunting black bears. But this was the first time it had faced a giant claw. The agile and nimble tiger king was fast, and even when severely injured and bleeding, its agility was unmatched by the black bear.
Big Tiger had already spotted the Siberian tiger ahead, swishing its tail and running away.
The Siberian tiger glanced back and saw several small prey animals appear. It immediately stopped running, halting and slightly raising its injured right hind leg. It lowered its body towards the hunting dogs, adopting an attack posture. Its low, menacing roar reverberated through the forest.