Siheyuan, don't yell at me

"I'll go find them..."

After He Daqing finished speaking, he turned and left.

Wu Yong and Zhao Fei hurriedly stopped them.

Wu Yong spoke with a hint of complaint.

"He Daqing, are you crazy?

It's more than thirty degrees below zero, can you withstand the cold?

It's pitch dark, can you see it?"

Zhao Fei's tone softened a little.

"Lao He, you still have to go.

Tomorrow morning, the three of us will go together.

This old forest is full of wolves, tigers and leopards. Walking alone at night, you don’t even have the most basic security..."

He Daqing waved his hand and pushed the two men away rudely.

"I caused this trouble myself, so I have to bear it myself. Don't stop me.

Just the two of you can't even withstand a single move from me, He Daqing.

Come on, come on, let’s practice...”

A minute later, Wu Yong and Zhao Fei covered their swollen cheeks and watched helplessly as He Daqing disappeared into the darkness.

"Old Wu, what should we do now?

Should we follow?"

"You go if you want to go, I don't want to go with you to die.

He Daqing has the eyes of a night owl, what about us?

You're blind and are you going to get killed or something?

Don't worry too much. Lao He brought a signal gun with him. If something unexpected happens, I believe he will make a wise choice.

He also has that stupid roe deer with him, and that stupid thing will give him a warning, so big beasts can't get close to him, so there won't be much trouble."

"Alas, this is the only way..."

He Daqing put all the things into the space and looked for the traces of the three Russians.

He almost jogged all the way, leaving a long series of deep and shallow footprints in the snow.

After a while, sweat soaked He Daqing's forehead and his hair became wet as well.

If He Daqing looked in the mirror now, he would definitely be shocked by himself.

The entire forehead, even the eyebrows and stubble, were covered with a thick layer of white frost.

The same goes for the head, it's like wearing a white ice hat.

The more He Daqing ran, the colder he felt. It felt like the cold air he inhaled into his lungs was cutting him all over like a knife.

I even felt my body shaking and my consciousness was a little fuzzy.

He Daqing quickly dodged and hid in the space. If he continued to freeze, something unexpected would happen.

This is because He Daqing has room for maneuver. If it were anyone else, I'm afraid they would have been in great danger long ago.

At this time, a huge fire broke out in the Russians' shelter.

Da Mao and Er Mao were wrapped in sleeping bags, sleeping soundly and snoring loudly.

While adding firewood to the fire, Sanmao looked vigilantly at the old forest in the distance.

The rifle next to it was loaded with bullets.

As long as the tiger dares to show its head, he will immediately give it a 7.62 shot.

Da Mao and Er Mao beside him also slept with their guns in their arms, which gave San Mao a lot of courage.

At 3:30 in the morning, the night watchmen had been replaced three times, and it was Da Mao's turn.

Da Mao fiddled with his spear, looking into the depths of the snowy forest from time to time.

For some reason, he had a premonition that since he had robbed the Huaguo Lao's house, that bastard He Daqing would never let it go.

I looked at the time and it seemed like there were still about three hours until dawn.

Damao decided that as soon as it got light, they would set out immediately, return to the gathering place, and end this hunting competition ahead of schedule.

Even though he was in a leeward place and sitting by a campfire, the old Russian was still shivering a little.

I have to move my hands and feet and find something to do.

Holding a rag, he wiped the gun mechanically.

The north wind was howling, and the weather was extremely cold, making it pitch dark.

What can He Daqing, that bastard, do even if he is unwilling?

How dare he come to us in this weather? Unless he wants to die in the woods.

Damao smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head, and put this strange idea away.

He Daqing followed the Russians' footsteps and followed them all the way.

He was quite familiar with this path.

This was the road that He Daqing and his two companions originally chose as their shelter.

He Daqing could even imagine that his original shelter had been occupied by those three Russians.

Damn it, you stole my hunting trophies and now dare to occupy my shelter.

Thinking of this, He Daqing quickened his pace.

The footprints left by the three Russians were very obvious, and He Daqing had no difficulty tracking them.

What made He Daqing a little puzzled was why there were footprints of another animal next to the traces of the three Russians.

The footprints looked somewhat like those of a cat, but were much larger than those of a snow leopard.

If I'm not mistaken, it's most likely the footprints of a Siberian tiger.

Seeing this scene, He Daqing put on thermal imaging glasses and observed the situation near the forest as he walked.

The Siberian tiger has no martial ethics at all. It likes to launch sneak attacks from behind, so it's better to be on guard against it.

If that thing really pounced in front of him, even with He Daqing's skills, he could only barely feed the Siberian tiger.

The sudden appearance of the thermal imaging glasses turned He Daqing's idea into an established fact.

Ahead was the edge of the forest, and a big tiger was staring stealthily in the direction of the shelter.

It is clear from the looks of it that this tiger is targeting the Russians and their group.

The tiger seemed to have discovered something. It turned around and looked carefully in the direction of He Daqing, with its ears perked up, listening to the movement.

He Daqing walked straight past as if he didn't notice the tiger.

The tiger image in the thermal imaging made a circle and moved towards He Daqing's side.

The tiger's large paws made almost no sound when stepping on the snow, and were completely covered by the sound of the wind.

When He Daqing heard the noise, the tiger was less than three meters away from him.

The Siberian tiger leaped up, opened its bloody mouth, and pounced behind He Daqing.

In the Siberian tiger's cognition, in the next second, it would bite off He Daqing's spine.

These monkeys holding fire sticks deserve to die, they actually broke Lord Tiger’s tail.

Kill this one first, then go to the camp ahead and kill the remaining three.

He Daqing suddenly turned around and smiled with a look of success.

The tiger in mid-air suddenly disappeared and was taken into the space by He Daqing.

He Daqing also flashed into the space. Once he entered the space, he arrived at He Daqing's home court.

He Daqing slowed down the flow of time in the space by ten times and walked towards the Siberian tiger happily.

In the eyes of the Siberian tiger, He Daqing's speed was magnified ten times, as if he was running.

The Siberian tiger roared loudly, and was about to stand up and give He Daqing a tiger paw.

He Daqing laughed.

"Slow, you're too slow, kitten."

The tiger had just straightened up when He Daqing punched him hard on the head.

Before the tiger could even cry out in pain, it felt itself being slapped several more times on the face.

Then the tiger's stomach was kicked several times, and then the tiger's testicles were kicked...