Concubine

Chapter 4 Who is the current emperor?

Before Yang Qiuchi could make a decision, the tiger under the tree had already pounced up again. Yang Qiuchi only felt a sharp pain in his left forearm, which was hugging the branch from below. There were a few streaks of blood.Yang Qiuchi grinned in pain, let go of his hands, and almost fell off the tree, so he hugged the trunk tightly.

Damn it, I'm fighting with you!

Yang Qiuchi reached out to take out the gun, but his body was lying on the branch, and the pistol was already pressed under him in the holster of his arms.Just as Yang Qiuchi was struggling to keep his balance and pouted his butt to make room to reach in and take out his gun, the tiger had already turned around on the ground and found that if he took advantage of the height on the slope, he could catch the tree on the tree. Only prey, has turned to the slope.

At the last moment, Yang Qiuchi didn't care so much anymore, he bowed, his chest and abdomen left the branch, his right hand quickly reached into his arms, and he took out a pistol.Due to the large movements and the thin branches, the body swayed and almost lost its balance.

Tiger has turned his head, looking for angles!
Yang Qiuchi desperately grasped the branch to maintain his balance. The excessive force caused another burst of tearing pain in his injured arm, but he couldn't care about it now. Since he had no choice but to load the gun with his left hand, he used his right index finger to hold the trigger guard. Turn it around, buckle it hard, and with a bang, it has been loaded with one hand.

The tiger adjusted the angle, sat back a little, roared, and charged at Yang Qiuchi again!

boom!Yang Qiuchi didn't have time to aim, so he raised his hand and shot.The tiger in mid-air seemed to have been hit hard on the head with a club, and its body lost its strength. It flew past Yang Qiuchi and landed on the side of the stream with a slap.

The tiger rolled a few times on the ground, then lifted itself up, and let out a roar that shattered the valley.Turning his head, staring at Yang Qiuchi on the tree, he walked over step by step, and blood flowed down the tiger's forehead.

Before I had time to study where the bullet hit the tiger, I raised my hand and aimed at the tiger's head, bang!boom!Two more shots.The distance between Yang Qiuchi and the tiger was less than five meters, and both shots hit the tiger's head accurately.The tiger's head seemed to have received two heavy punches. Its head was thrown back suddenly, shook, and then fell to the ground.Bright red blood mixed with white brains flowed down.The tiger's paws slammed on the grass a few times and then stopped moving.

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

After a while, the tiger was still motionless. Yang Qiuchi wasn't sure if the tiger was dead or not. To be on the safe side, he aimed another shot at the tiger's forehead, and a cluster of small blood spattered on the tiger's forehead. The tiger still didn't move. .Only then did Yang Qiuchi confirm that the tiger was really dead.

What a close call!Only then did Yang Qiuchi let out a long sigh of relief. He felt cold sweat on his forehead and his whole body became weak. He hugged the branch tightly and rested for a while before slipping down to the ground.

Yang Qiuchi pointed a pistol at the tiger, approached it slowly, and kicked the tiger, but there was still no movement. Most of the tiger's skull had been knocked off by the four pistol bullets. The fierce "king" character pattern.

At this time, Yang Qiuchi felt the burning pain of the wound on his left arm. He rolled up his sleeve and saw three bloody cuts. He hurried to the stream to wash the wound and looked carefully. Stitching, and raising your arms above your head, can help the wound heal.Slowly, the wound no longer bleeds, there is no clean gauze bandage here, it is simply left open like this, but it is not easy to be infected.

Sitting on the grass next to the tiger, looking at the tiger's bloody mouth, I almost became the food in this mouth to chew. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel a little scared. I looked up at the bright sun and the poetic scenery around me. , Yang Qiuchi felt the comfort of escaping from death.After resting for a while, his physical strength recovered, he kicked the tiger hard, and cursed: "He NN, why don't you look so proud! That's what Wu Song fought against the tiger in Jingyanggang back then, haha!" Yang Qiuchi was a little smug proud.

Withdraw the magazine and check, there are still two bullets. I took out the spare magazine on the armed belt and checked it. There are six bullets. Including these two rounds, there are a total of eight bullets, which must be used sparingly. Well, in ancient times, there was no place to find bullets. If the bullets ran out, this pistol would be a piece of scrap iron.

I don't know if there are tigers or other beasts, so be careful, Yang Qiuchi put on a spare magazine full of bullets, and then 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 if sold. He took out his armed weapon and put on the refined small Tibetan knife, and began to skin the tiger.Although I have never skinned a tiger before, nor have I studied veterinary medicine, but I graduated from a medical university after all, so I still have general knowledge of anatomy.

After a while, the tiger's skin was peeled off, bloody, spread it on the grass to dry, and the tiger's meat had to be cut off. If no one could be found, there would be something to satisfy the hunger, but the tiger weighed several hundred catties, so I couldn't carry it on my own. It’s not necessary to bring so much with such a heavy load. It’s enough to cut off the two hind legs of the tiger. Unfortunately, there are no matches. Otherwise, it’s overbearing to have authentic tiger meat grilled!
After Yang Qiuchi cut off the tiger's hind legs, he found a rattan to tie up the tiger's two hind legs and carried them on his back. The blood on the tiger's skin was half dried in the sun. Continue along the creek.

After walking for about an hour, I saw more than a dozen thatched cottages on the mountainside from a distance, and there were people there!Yang Qiuchi was very excited. Now he could know that he had traveled to that ancient dynasty. However, he was not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. If it was a bandit den or a bandit's cottage, it would be troublesome.Yang Qiuchi took out his pistol, loaded the bullet,

When I approached the village, I saw a shepherd boy sitting on the ridge near the village herding cattle, twisting a piece of dogtail grass in his hand, looking leisurely and contented.

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

The shepherd boy turned his head to look at Yang Qiuchi, and blinked his big eyes: "This is Wuliwan, where are you from?"

from where?This question is not easy to answer, Yang Qiuchi said vaguely: "I come from the other side of the mountain, is there any big city near here?"

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

"A city is a place with a lot of people, right?"

"Oh~!" The shepherd boy nodded suddenly, and said with a smile, "You are talking about Guangde County." Standing up, he grabbed Yang Qiuchi's sleeve and pointed to the distance, "Go straight along the path at the entrance of the village. Go, walk another five miles and you will be there." After a pause, he explained: "Since our place is called Wuliwan, it is because it is five miles away from Guangde County." The little guy smiled and shook his hand The bristlegrass on the table, the feeling of teaching adults is cool.

"Thank you, brother!" Yang Qiuchi cupped his fists like the ancients, and was about to leave when he remembered something: "May I ask again, what day is today?"

The shepherd boy was taken aback, "How many months? The third day of September." He curled his lips and looked at Yang Qiuchi disdainfully: "You are so old, you don't even know the days?"

Yang Qiuchi didn't care, and continued to ask: "Then who is the current emperor?"

"The emperor? The emperor is the emperor, the emperor is the Long Live Lord."

Sick!Isn't the emperor long live? You need to tell me this?Yang Qiuchi was stunned, and continued to enlighten: "Long Live God also has a name, just like you, so he has a name, right?"

"Name? What's a name?"

I don't know what the name is, and my head is hammered?Continue to enlighten: "The name is your name, what do your parents call you?"

"Call me a dog!"

"Dog leftover? Hahaha!" Yang Qiuchi was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. I heard that in the past, it was popular in rural areas to give children a cheap name, in order to make a living, but they didn't choose such an ugly name.

"You're laughing at me, I'm ignoring you!" The little guy glared, threw the dog's tail grass in his hand to the ground, walked to the side of the buffalo, turned on the buffalo, no matter how Yang Qiuchi greeted him, he just ignored him and rode on The cow walked along the creek.

(End of this chapter)