Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

The Siberian tiger grew faster and faster, launching an attack on Ding Dahu, who was walking in front.

"Holy crap, the worm's here!"

Uncle Ba was so frightened that he couldn't even lift the bow and arrows off his back.

Hunting a wild wolf was already his limit; who knew he would encounter the king of the mountains?

Ding Dahu didn't have time to shoot Lu Yao; he quickly picked up his five-shot shotgun.

His hands were trembling slightly as the butt of the gun pounded against his face.

He had never seen such a big tiger before.

Wild beasts usually live deep in the mountains and forests and rarely come this way.

They were probably starving.

Ding Dahu considered himself the most ruthless man in Jiapigou, but even he was bewildered when facing this king of beasts.

"Bang!"

A shot rang out.

The tiger paused for a moment.

The distance was too far, so the bullet missed.

This is a rifled barrel, a shotgun that fires slugs. Unlike shotguns that attack over a wide area, it requires precise marksmanship.

The tiger then became even faster, its hunger making it fearless.

It wasn't afraid of the gunshots; instead, they enraged it.

Tigers that traverse mountains and streams are incredibly fast.

This sense of pressure made Ding Dahu's hand tremble even more, causing his second shot to miss as well.

The tiger was getting closer and closer.

Uncle Ba shouted:

"Run, you little rascal!"

He turned and ran.

He thought to himself that he didn't need to go too fast, as long as he could outrun Ding Dahu.

The thought had barely formed when a figure flashed before his eyes; Ding Dahu was even faster than him.

The acrobat threw the gun away.

"Where's the country bumpkin?"

Uncle Ba quickly turned back to find Lu Yao.

But then Lu Yao picked up the hunting rifle.

Turn around and squat down.

He held the gun steadily in his hand, not firing randomly, but quietly waiting for the tiger to approach.

The enormous tiger seemed to grow larger and larger in his pupils.

With bared teeth and claws, it was incredibly imposing.

Lu Yao remained motionless, as steady as Mount Tai.

Uncle Ba was so frightened that he dared not scream, forgot to run, and just stared blankly.

Waiting for the bloody scene to unfold.

He didn't want Tuwazi to die, but he didn't dare to go and fight the tiger.

At that moment, everything in the valley seemed to be frozen in time.

Only the brightly colored tiger leaped forward.

They were less than ten meters away from Lu Yao.

"Bang bang bang"

Lu Yao fired three shots in quick succession, emptying the magazine.

Three bullets whistled out, each hitting its mark and striking the tiger's face.

One of the tiger's eyeballs was blown out.

Over the years, Lu Yao has experienced the baptism of blood and fire, including gang fights and military raids. His rich experience in long-range sniping and close combat has made him as calm as still water.

He remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before him.

Lu Yao was passionate about shooting, and even after returning to China, he frequently went to the shooting range to practice his marksmanship.

Even in his later years, he was still the chairman of the Jiangzhou Shooting Association, and personally trained many shooting athletes.

Therefore, in his eyes, the tiger was nothing more than a moving target.

It was common for him to hit the bullseye every time.

Even the fiercest Siberian tiger cannot withstand close-range gunfire.

Two bullets pierced the eyeballs and entered the brain.

"boom"

Snowflakes flew.

The enormous creature crashed to the ground three meters away from Lu Yao.

Bright red bloodstains spread across the white snow.

"My God, that country bumpkin killed a tiger... he really killed it, really..."

Uncle Ba was so excited he couldn't speak.

He stood there for a few seconds before running over.

"You little rascal, you killed the tiger...that's awesome!"

Ding Dahu was also stunned.

How could such a big tiger be shot and killed by such a small Lu Yao?

This gun is mine!

I am the most ruthless person in Jiapigou.

He came to his senses and felt ashamed of his earlier desperate escape.

At this moment,

Three figures carrying hunting forks appeared on the hillside.

"Hey, Uncle Tiger, did you fire the gun?"

These people were dressed in tattered clothes, their noses were running from the cold, and their faces looked like red radishes.

He tumbled and ran across the hillside.

They were all members of the Jiapigou Commune's hunting team. They had gotten separated while chasing sika deer and came looking for them after hearing the gunshots.

"call"

Ding Dahu ran at lightning speed, overtaking Uncle Ba and Lu Yao, heading straight for the tiger.

Ding Dahu brandished a two-foot-long dagger, its cold light gleaming, and stabbed it toward the tiger's face.

"I'll teach you to be fierce! I'll teach you to be fierce! Go ahead and be fierce again!"

Stab the face, stab the nose, stab the eyes, poke the throat, poke the abdomen, poke the testicles.

Each cut was more ruthless than the last.

"Damn it, I'll kill you."

Watching Ding Dahu stab the tiger to death with each blow, Lu Yao naturally understood his psychology.

He was trying to salvage his image; he had run away in a very embarrassing manner.

Furthermore, he wanted to take credit for it.

Lu Yao couldn't help but feel that this guy was childish and ridiculous.

His heart was still filled with the joy of rebirth.

At that moment, he was thinking about something else.

Since we've remembered that today is the day Ding Dahu died, then his mother-in-law, Ding Mei, should also be in the mountains!

Uncle Ba couldn't contain his excitement: "You little country bumpkin, you're amazing! How do you know how to shoot, and how are you so accurate?"

Before this, no one was allowed to touch the captain's five-shot shotgun.

Watching the honest and simple Uncle Ba pull his arm and shake it incessantly.

Lu Yao simply smiled faintly:

"It's nothing."

That's true. In his previous life, Lu Yao had hunted many ferocious beasts alone abroad.

Killing a tiger was a huge surprise to these commune members, but for Lu Yao, it was just a normal part of his hunting days.

Uncle Ba was still excited.

"I'll call Fugui and the others to come and carry the tiger; you'll be the tiger-slaying hero!"

At this moment, Ding Dahu, whose hands were covered in blood, started shouting:

"What the hell are you spouting, Wang Laoba? That kid's gun didn't even hit the target. It was my two shots that hit the tiger's eyes. Even if it dies, it still needs time to die!"

As he spoke, he brandished the dagger in his hand, gesturing excitedly around the tiger:

"I know a tiger's abilities; it will struggle desperately after being shot, so I run a few steps away first, then I turn around, pin it down, and stab it! I stab! I stab!"

He kept talking as he stabbed again.

Tiger's eye was stabbed to pieces by him.

Uncle Ba fell silent.

He knew that if he said again that the tiger was killed by Tuwazi, Ding Dahu would get angry.

Ding Dahu can't beat a tiger, but he can take on Uncle Ba with just one hand.

By this time, the group of people on the hillside were getting closer and closer.

Ding Dahu continued to stab the tiger with the dagger.

However, they also knew to avoid the tiger's back and belly, and to preserve the tiger skin.

He worked so hard poking at the dead tiger that he broke out in a sweat.

Lu Yao, now wielding deadly skills, has returned to this era and is no longer the naive young man he once was.

In his previous life, Ding Dahu was eaten by this tiger. In this life, he was reborn and changed history, which is why he has the chance to show off.

Lu Yao had something more important to do right now and didn't have time to talk to him anymore. He'd settle the score with him later. He turned and ran off in another direction.

As the people drew closer, they exclaimed in surprise:

"My God, Uncle Tiger killed a tiger?"

"My God, it really is a tiger, the king of the mountains! Uncle Tiger, no wonder you're called Tiger, you're even more powerful than a real tiger!"

Wang Fugui, Li Youtian, and He Wangcai, three poor men, rushed over in a hurry.

They circled around the tiger.

Although I have gone into the mountains to hunt many times, I have never caught a tiger!

I used to stay far away whenever I saw tiger tracks.

This behemoth weighs over 500 pounds. Without a gun, even ten or so strong men wouldn't be a match for it!

Ding Dahu wiped the sweat from his brow, laughed heartily, and looked incredibly heroic.

"It's nothing much. I shot it twice with a gun first. If it wasn't dead, I stabbed it a few more times."

These people gave Ding Dahu a thumbs up, praising him to the point of practically flying.

When Ding Dahu had a spare moment, he would also glance at Uncle Ba.

Wang Laoba dared not expose him.

Lu Yao had disappeared at this time.

"Let's go, carry the tiger back, we'll have a treat tonight!"

Wang Fugui took out a small brass horn from his pocket and blew the assembly call.

A short while later, five or six more ragged men arrived.

Either the cotton-padded jacket had holes showing, or it was patched upon patched.

They were all members of the Jiapigou commune who formed a hunting team.

Everyone was filled with admiration and joy upon seeing Ding Dahu kill the tiger.

They cut some tree branches to make a lever, and the group carried the dead tiger down the mountain.

Head towards the place where smoke rises from the mountain valley.

Lu Yao paid no attention to the tiger.

Let them take it back first, and if they want more, they can go back to them for the meat later.

Because he remembered that at this time today, his mother-in-law, Ding Mei, must be crying for help on the cliff of Dongling!