After waiting for a while, Zhao Youcai took the Zhao brothers and continued moving forward.

The bigger the mountain, the bigger the ditch.

According to Song Xiangchen, the Hugou Valley stretches seven or eight miles from west to east.

"Ouch..." Deep in the ditch and pond, a weak tiger roar sounded.

After listening to it more, my hair is getting colder and my scalp numbness has improved a lot.

Zhao Youcai held guns in both hands and walked forward step by step. There was no momentum, but his steps were very solid.

As Zhao Youcai moved forward, the roars of tigers in the depths of the ditch and pond became more and more rapid, one after another.

On the southern slope of Nanshan, near the ditch and pond, a Siberian tiger is quietly hiding behind a tree.

It was crawling on the snow in a strange posture. The tiger's hind legs were on the ground with its calves, its front paws were clasped and stretched forward, and its chin rested on the tiger's paw.

The light here is dark and the tiger's eyes are black, looking down at the ditch and pond.

As Zhao Youcai moved forward, the first movement on the tiger's body was the flipping of a pair of tiger ears, with the white spots on the tiger ears moving backwards.

Immediately afterwards, the tiger's back arched slightly, and its belly left the snow. But it was not upright, but pressed down with its limbs folded.

As Zhao Youcai's figure appeared in his sight, Tiger's back palms alternately raised slightly and tapped the snow.

The two tiger palms clicked four times alternately, making a faint sound, but it could not be heard by humans.

It doesn't matter if you hear it, there is no Siberian tiger behind the tree now.

"Brush..." The mountain wind blew by, and the branches of the trees on the mountain and below swayed in unison.

The four brothers of the Song family stretched their necks and poked their heads, observing the trees in the northern mountain.

This is a subconscious reaction of people when they are nervous. At this time, they forget Zhao Youcai's warning to "look at me north."

Zhao Youcai's heart trembled, and he turned his head suddenly to the left, and saw a black shadow popping up in front of him on the left.

"Ouch!" The tiger's voice was so close that it was breathtaking.

All the Song brothers trembled and trembled involuntarily.

"Bang!"

The sound of a gunshot brought the four brothers of the Song family back to their senses.

The four people turned their heads in a hurry, none of them had looked forward before.

At a glance, he saw Zhao Youcai leaning half sideways, holding the gun with his arms slightly raised, and aiming the gun diagonally upward.

In front of Zhao Youcai, there was a tiger lying!

The tiger's body was stained with blood, and a merciless bullet entered the chest, pierced the tiger's body, broke its spine, and shot out from the base of its tail.

The tiger's eyes were still fierce, and a pair of front paws scratched Zhao Youcai, who was very close at hand.

"Brother Zhao!" Song Changan jumped up behind Zhao Youcai and put his hands on Zhao Youcai's shoulders.

When he did this, Zhao Youcai, who had been raising his gun in the air, suddenly moved and dropped the gun in his hand.

Having just experienced the moment of life and death, Zhao Youcai felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body was stiff, otherwise he would not have been dented there.

But when Song Changan put his hand on his shoulder, Zhao Youcai used his tenacious willpower to control his body to recover.

He was afraid of what Song Changan would do and found him trembling all over.

"Brother Zhao!"

"Brother Zhao!"

Song Changqing and others came to Zhao Youcai one after another, and they pushed Zhao Youcai excitedly.

At this time, Zhao Youcai's face was stiff. He forced a smile, but still said nothing.

When the excitement of the Song brothers subsided, Zhao Youcai's upper and lower teeth stopped knocking, and his body was able to recover.

Zhao Youcai stood in front of the tiger's paw. At this time, the tigress had no life left.

Zhao Youcai glanced at the Siberian tiger indifferently, then took out Shilin cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and stuffed it in his mouth, then returned the cigarette case to Song Changqing.

Song Changqing took the cigarette box in his hand, but did not share it with his three brothers immediately. Instead, he took out the matchbox from his pocket, struck a match and lit the cigarette for Zhao Youcai first.

Zhao Youcai pretended to be calm and put the cigarette into his mouth. The four brothers over there divided the cigarettes and lit them, while talking about their feelings just now.

"Oh my god!" Song Changjiang said, "As soon as I turned around, I saw that tiger mother coming down."

"Then I didn't even look at it!" Song Chang'an said, "I was listening to Brother Zhao shoot. When I turned around, I saw the tiger mother lying on the ground."

"Aw...ow..." Song Changshan also wanted to express something, but was interrupted by a burst of shrill screams.

The tiger's roar deep in the ditch and pond sounded again after a brief silence.

The sound was pitiful, and it was particularly scary in the depths of the large valley between the mountains.

The Song brothers looked in the direction of the tiger's roar in the east, but heard Zhao Youcai say calmly: "My name is Zhao Youcai."

"Ah?" The four brothers were stunned. Song Changqing was about to say, "Isn't your name Zhao Erdong?", but was interrupted by Zhao Youcai.

I saw Zhao Youcai raising his head slightly, looking at the swaying branches on the hillside, and said: "Zhao Youcai, the King of Tiger Fighters!"

He became famous so quickly that he didn't have time to wait for Li Dayong to give him a nickname. Zhao Youcai was so excited that he gave himself one.

Of course, Zhao Youcai was able to come up with this nickname because of Li Dayong. Once upon a time, Li Dayong told Zhao Youcai about the heroes of Liangshan, saying that Song Jiang was famous, but in fact there was an elder brother above Song Jiang, called the King of Heaven.

The word "king of heaven" sounds ridiculous to me.

"Ah?" The four brothers of the Song family looked at Zhao Youcai blankly. Zhao Youcai didn't answer, and quietly finished a cigarette amidst the shrill roar of the tiger.

As Zhao Youcai threw the cigarette butt on the ground, he took the semi-automatic rifle tucked under his arm in his hand. Without talking to the Song brothers, he turned around and walked in the direction where the tiger's roar came from.

The Song brothers hurriedly followed, and Song Changqing even asked Zhao Youcai: "Brother Zhao, isn't your name Zhao Erdong?"

"My name is Zhao Youcai." Zhao Youcai repeated: "Zhao Youcai, the King of Tiger Fighters."

Song Changqing clicked, clicked his eyes. He wanted to say the name Zhao Youcai. He seemed to have an impression, but it seemed that the prefix was not the King of Fighting Tigers.

"No?" Song Changjiang had never heard of the name of cattle-slaughtering cannon, so he just asked: "Brother Zhao, why did the leader say your name is Zhao Erdong?"

Zhao Youcai glanced at Song Changjiang and said calmly: "I said my name is Zhao Youcai. Uncle Song can't use me?"

As soon as Zhao Youcai said this, Song Changqing hurriedly stepped forward and said apologetically: "Second brother, isn't this a misunderstanding? We..."

"What are you doing?" Zhao Youcai rolled his eyes at Song Changqing and said, "You said that I slaughtered cows and cannons, because you were afraid that I would kill the old cow for you."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Oh my god..." Song Changqing was so embarrassed that he could not speak after Zhao Youcai took the lead.

"Fifth brother, why are you like this?" It seemed that Song Changshan was complaining about Song Changqing, but he was actually giving his fifth brother a step down. He only heard him say: "Brother Zhao is a sharpshooter, how can we usually see him?

This person?"

"That's right." Song Changjiang looked at Zhao Youcai's face, stepped forward and changed the subject: "Brother Zhao, I thank you on behalf of my sister and my brother-in-law."

"And me!" Song Chang'an also said to Zhao Youcai: "Brother Zhao, it's your fault, otherwise our talk would be in vain!"

"Brother Zhao, I will apologize to you on behalf of my father." Song Changqing came over to bow to Zhao Youcai, but was stopped by Zhao Youcai.

"Brother Zhao, don't blame us anymore. Brother, let me explain to you." Song Changqing said: "We, the two of you, were simply misled. We went to the village to inquire about your family that day. After that, a boy told us that you were

If you don't succeed in hunting, you are famous for hunting old cows, and you are also nicknamed the Cow Slaughter Cannon."

Song Changqing's words made Zhao Youcai feel ashamed and angry. Fortunately, at this moment, Song Changan said from the side: "Fifth brother, who is this? If you talk like this, isn't he going to be blind?"

"I don't know anyone from Brother Zhao's village either." Song Changqing said with a bitter face: "I just saw that the corridors look like big ducks..."

"Zhang Laibao!" Before Song Changqing finished speaking, a name flashed in Zhao Youcai's mind.

"Zhang Laibao from CNM, you little bastard, you've been waiting for me!" Zhao Youcai cursed so hard that none of the Song brothers dared to say a word.

After he finished scolding, Zhao Youcai briefly told them about the grievances between his family and the old Zhang family.

"Oh!" After Song Changqing heard this, he lightly slapped his face with his palm and said, "How can we listen to this person's words?"

"It's not that good, Fifth Brother." Song Changjiang echoed from the side and said, "With Brother Zhao's shooting skills, he can kill tigers, but how can he still shoot cows?"

"Okay, okay!" After hearing Song Changjiang's words, Zhao Youcai quickly stopped talking, raised his hand and gestured forward, saying: "Let's go fight that tiger!"

…

The roar of tigers in the depths of the ditch and pond is still there, but the black tiger on Nanshan has made no movement.

It smells the blood of its own kind.

No more bears will live in a tree barn stained with bear blood for twenty years, because the tree contains the same kind of blood.

When the black tiger smelled the blood of the tigress, it turned around without hesitation and disappeared deep into the jungle.

As soon as the black tiger left, there was no tiger roar in Nanshan Mountain.

Hearing the faint and shrill tiger roar from deep in the ditch and pond, Zhao Jun's heart clenched together.

In Zhao Jun's opinion, 90% of the gunfire in the ditch and pond just now was caused by his father's group.

But when the gunfire fell and the roar of the tiger remained, Zhao Jun's first reaction was that something had happened to his father.

Zhao Jun led eight militiamen and hurriedly walked into the ditch. Zhao Jun ran and bumped along the way, and the eight militiamen followed him all the way.
To be continued...