After Curious Tiger arrived, Zhao Qingluan did not order anyone to stop banging the gong; instead, he increased the frequency and intensity of the banging.

Sure enough, the tigers that came to gather information took a few steps forward and then retreated.

"It's so noisy, Tiger!" Tiger's eyes were full of impatience.

Of course, there were also tigers with slightly poorer hearing who felt that these two-legged creatures knocking on strange things were really too hateful.

It completely disregarded the tiger, roared, and pounced directly on the soldiers.

Zhao Qingluan roared, "Fire!"

However, everyone's ears were already a bit damaged from the loud noise.

In a moment of desperation, Zhao Qingluan threw away the gong, lit a string of firecrackers with a tinderbox, and threw it at the pouncing tiger.

Zhao Qingluan had good aim; he cleverly hung the string of firecrackers around the tiger's neck.

The firecrackers exploded with a crackling sound on the tiger's neck.

The tiger screamed in agony as it was bombed.

They had long forgotten about attacking the two-legged creatures.

The tiger wanted to use its claws to pull the firecrackers down, but seeing so many two-legged creatures, it sensed danger.

With a twist of its body, the tiger ran back the way it came.

The crackling sound terrified the tiger that had come with them.

So the curious tigers followed and ran back the way they came.

Along the way, chickens flew, rabbits ran, and wild boars squealed, startling countless wild animals.

The tiger that led the charge had its neck blown to smithereens.

It was covered in blood; if it weren't for its thick fur, it would have been dead long ago.

The Tiger King walked up to the tiger that had lost its ability to move, sniffed its scent, let out a long roar, and led the tigers down the mountain.

Of course, we also brought along the tiger with the blood-stained scarf.

That guy wasn't really weak; he was just so scared his legs went weak.

In order to speed up the descent, the Tiger King roared.

Then a strong tiger crouched down and let the blood-red scarf climb up, carrying it quickly down the mountain.

While the crowd below the mountain was immersed in the joy of their great victory over the tiger, Zhao Qingluan was preparing various wound medicines in his backpack.

Even with precious iodine solution, there was nothing he could do.

He believed that all things have a spirit, and that since he had just injured one tiger, the others would not follow him down to seek revenge.

Within half an hour, the tigers came down from the mountain.

Even the Prince Rui, who was used to seeing battles, felt his legs go weak when he saw the huge number of tigers.

Our numbers are no match for theirs, not to mention our fighting strength is inferior.

Just when Prince Rui thought his life was about to end,

The tiger king roared, so frightening that the timid soldiers almost dropped the gongs they were holding.

Zhao Qingluan stepped forward,

"I am the magistrate of this county, and you are the Tiger King, aren't you?"

"I came up the mountain today to discuss peaceful coexistence with the Tiger King."

The Tiger King roared again, "Peaceful coexistence my ass! You've hurt all the tiger cubs!"

Seeing that the tigers didn't attack immediately, Zhao Qingluan boldly continued,

"I have some medicine here that can heal that injured tiger."

A look of suspicion flashed in the Tiger King's eyes as he glanced at the blood-red scarf.

He gestured to carry the blood scarf over.

The robust tiger, with its arrogant gait, actually placed the blood scarf in front of Zhao Qingluan.

Then it took a few steps back on its own.

Zhao Qingluan waved to the blood scarf.

Hi, we meet again.

I was wrong just now, I apologize. Now I'll treat your wounds, please don't bite me, okay?

It might hurt a little, but bear with it. I'll treat your wound, and you'll be fine soon.

Zhao Qingluan mustered her courage and quickly treated the wound on the blood-stained scarf.

Fortunately, he only threw a small whip, so the neck injury wasn't serious.

Use the pre-prepared salt water to pour over the blood scarf's neck, and soon the wound on the blood scarf's neck will be exposed.

Zhao Qingshan then noticed that the homemade firecracker wasn't very powerful; there were several blast marks, and upon closer inspection, he could see blisters.

The bleeding likely occurred because the explosion damaged a blood vessel.

I quickly grabbed some gauze and pressed it against the spot. After about 15 minutes, the bleeding stopped.

Zhao Qingluan carefully shaved the fur off the tiger's injured neck, disinfected it again, and applied burn ointment.

That was the end of it. Considering the less-than-ideal environment in the mountains, Zhao Qingluan wrapped a bandage around the tiger's neck.

It was wrapped very loosely. After bandaging, a slipknot was tied.

They stuffed another sugar-coated anti-inflammatory pill into the tiger's mouth.

"Just take the medicine and you'll be fine."

Don't run too fast these days, or you'll sweat a lot. I'll come back tomorrow to change your dressing.

You'll wait for me here then, understand?

As Zhao Qingluan tidied up the things in front of him, he said this.

Unexpectedly, the injured tiger actually nodded.

The fact that the tiger could understand human speech was just as frightening as being bitten by a tiger.

Zhao Qingluan packed his things and stood up with great difficulty. God knows how nervous he was; his legs were as weak as noodles.

The matter wasn't over yet. "Could the Tiger King understand human speech?" Zhao Qingluan shouted.

Tiger King nodded and stepped forward.

So Zhao Qingshan squatted down again, so that he and the tiger were almost at eye level.

"As you know, there are many people living at the foot of this mountain who live very hard lives. They want to go up the mountain to pick some wild vegetables and mountain products, but they are afraid because you are here."

Let's make a deal: could you move a bit further into the mountains to give the people living at the foot of the mountain some space to move around?

We can draw lines so that the locals won't go deep into the mountains, and you won't come out either. Is that feasible?

In exchange, I can have a batch of live chickens and rabbits brought up from the foot of the mountain.

"These chickens and rabbits will be your food source in the future, what do you think?"

Tiger King shook his head, and Zhao Qingluan was dumbfounded. "You don't agree?"

The tiger continued to shake its head. The tiger king was getting a little anxious. It looked towards the deep mountains and roared again.

One of the tigers actually started walking upright.

Zhao Qingluan was dumbfounded. What was this thing? He cast a questioning look at Prince Rui.

Prince Rui pondered for a moment, "They might be talking about bears; there are bears in the deep mountains."

Zhao Qingluan tentatively asked, "Are you talking about a bear?"

After saying that, Zhao Qingshan stood up, stretched out his arms, and even imitated a few bear roars.

The Tiger King took a step back in surprise, then nodded.

Zhao Qingluan felt like he had fallen into a tiger's pit.

Are there many bears there?

Then, the tiger king roared again. Instantly, twelve tigers emerged from the pack.

Zhao Qingluan was speechless. "You mean there are 12 bears?"

Tiger King nodded, and Zhao Qingluan pondered.

"You mean, if we help you get rid of the bear, you can go into the deep mountains?"

The tiger nodded.