Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The tiger wanted to fight back, wanted to bite He Daqing to death, wanted to slap He Daqing to death with its paw.

But it was just a thought. He Daqing's ghostly figure in the space was simply beyond Tiger's cognition.

When the tiger raises its paw, it will immediately feel pain, as if it has been kicked several times in an instant.

As far as physical pain was concerned, it was nothing to the tiger, after all, He Daqing did not kill him.

But the next scene made the tiger's pores explode.

The tiger saw He Daqing pinching his face, rubbing his ears, and even riding on him and sitting hard a few times.

The tiger wanted to resist, but as soon as it made the slightest movement, it would be beaten violently by He Daqing.

He Daqing played for half an hour and got angry when he saw that the tiger dared to lose its temper.

"Damn it, you idiot, you don't even know who's the boss?

Well, I'll give you something more fun."

He Daqing took out a hemp rope and tied it to the tiger eggs in no time.

The tiger tucked its tail between its legs, feeling extremely humiliated.

If I move the slightest, the pain in my balls will make me feel like I’m dying.

He Daqing rolled over and sat on the tiger's back.

One hand was pulling the tiger's ears and the other hand was pulling the hemp rope.

He patted the word "king" on the tiger's head hard.

"From now on, you are the mount under the crotch of Master He Daqing.

From now on you will be called Dahuang, do you hear me?

Come on, take two steps for me."

He Daqing kicked the tiger in the abdomen, but the tiger did not react at all.

After pulling the hemp rope hard, the tiger finally reacted, and took a few steps forward with its tail between its legs in pain.

When He Daqing saw that there was a chance, he immediately became excited.

He kicked the tiger in the abdomen again. The tiger seemed to realize what He Daqing meant and reluctantly took a few steps forward...

After more than half an hour, the tiger had been successfully trained.

At least if you ride at a slow walk or trot, there is no problem at all.

Da Huang, with a bruised face and nose, would occasionally steal glances at He Daqing and had learned to read his expressions.

There is really no way. I can't defeat this vicious man in front of me.

If he showed any disobedience, he would be beaten and kicked, and his eggs would be taken away. Da Huang didn't want to experience that kind of sadness at all.

Seeing that Dahuang had grown up, He Daqing nodded with satisfaction, took an old hen and threw it into the tiger's mouth as a reward for Dahuang.

Since following Lao Maozi, Da Huang has not eaten for a day and a night, and he is already dizzy with hunger.

He pounced on the old hen and ate it with relish.

He Daqing took the opportunity to touch the tiger's belly. The tiger was about to resist, but He Daqing threw several big punches at it, and the tiger finally calmed down.

Da Huang knew that resistance was useless, so he simply ignored He Daqing's clumsy behavior. Wasn't it just touching his belly?

One of the ways animals show submission is to expose their soft belly.

Seeing that the tiger no longer resisted him, He Daqing withdrew his hand and flashed out of the space.

Combining all the current information, Dahuang's tail was probably broken by the Russians.

Dahuang is lying in ambush here, looking for an opportunity to kill a few Russians.

However, the Russians' defense was too tight and Da Huang never found a good opportunity.

This is the character of tigers. They are cautious and focus on killing with one strike.

He Daqing looked at his watch. It was already half past five and the morning star in the west was slowly setting.

Damao yawned and sat by the fire, slapping his face from time to time to keep himself awake.

Feeling that it had no effect, he grabbed a handful of snow and smeared it on his face.

There is still an hour until dawn, and he doesn't want any accidents to happen at the last moment.

He Daqing looked at the Russian camp at the edge of the forest. The Russian next to the fire should be the night watchman.

The remaining two Russians should be in the shelter built with branches.

Damn it, you not only stole my things, but also broke the tail of my mount, which is an even greater crime.

Damao picked up some firewood and was about to throw them into the fire when a stone flew out from the darkness and hit him hard on the forehead.

The big hairy head tilted and then fell to the ground.

He Daqing, wearing thermal imaging glasses and holding two stones in his hands, walked from the darkness to the fire with a sneer in his eyes.

The first ray of sunlight in the early morning shines deep into the snowfield.

Damao felt as if he had fallen into an ice hole and his whole body began to sway unconsciously. Ermao and Sanmao felt the same way.

The three of them woke up at the same time, and the sunlight made it difficult for them to open their eyes.

I wanted to rub my eyes, but found that I couldn't do it.

The three of them opened their eyes and looked around.

No wonder they felt like they had fallen into an ice hole. At this moment, the three of them were naked and tied to three old trees.

If it weren't for the thick body hair of the Russians, they would have probably frozen solid.

He Daqing was sitting by the fire, holding a bowl of chicken soup and drinking it slowly.

"Hey, are you all awake?

I didn't expect that we would meet again in such a shameful way. It's really a pity.

The way you GRU special forces handle things really opens my eyes.

what happened?

Are you all dumb? Don't you have anything to say to me?"

He Daqing threw the slightly cold chicken soup in his hand to the ground.

"I asked you a question, but you guys didn't give me any respect, right?"

He Daqing held a wooden stick and walked towards the three people step by step.

When Sanmao saw He Daqing walking towards her, she was so scared that she peed her pants, and a stream of brown-yellow liquid flowed directly to her legs.

"You, what do you want to do?

Don't come over here. If you do this, you will destroy the friendship between China and the Soviet Union and the internal unity of the Red Empire."

He Daqing took a small wooden stick and hit Sanmao hard.

There was a "pop~" sound.

Sanmao was beaten so hard that he screamed loudly.

“No, stop fighting.

It was all Ermao's idea. He was the mastermind. He led us to steal your things.

Ah ~

I told you everything, why are you hitting me?"

He Daqing smiled apologetically.

"Sorry, I just got carried away."

After saying that, he took a small wooden stick and teased Sanmao's little brother, just like teasing a three-year-old child.

Sanmao's face turned red with embarrassment, but she dared not say a word.

He Daqing had a playful and sarcastic look on his face.

"GRU, GRU, haha!

That's it?

That's it? "

He walked towards Ermao with the small wooden stick and started beating him.

"Oh, he's still a man, not saying a word, quite interesting.

Do you think if you keep quiet, I will appreciate you and let you go?

Dream on, if you dare to steal my spoils, be prepared to face my wrath."

After He Daqing finished speaking, he swung the wooden stick in his hand again, and this time, he hit Ermao's little brother.

I don't believe you can remain silent, unless your name is Gangdan.