Song Yuehua immediately threw away the longbow on her body, held the hatchet in both hands, moved carefully, and confronted the tiger.
In this breath-holding situation, Zhang Si suddenly sneezed, and the originally strange confrontation was broken.
The man and the tiger pounced on each other fiercely. Gongsun Yan screamed in fear and his face turned pale.
Song Yuehua pounced sideways, hugged the tiger, and both she and the tiger rolled on the ground.
He finally found an opportunity, raised the hatchet and was about to stab it towards his stomach, but was knocked away by the tiger's claw.
Without a hatchet, you can only fight with your bare hands.
Song Yuehua held the tiger's neck tightly with one hand, and with the other hand, she swung her fist and smashed the tiger's head with all her strength.
The tiger was beaten so hard that it opened its mouth and roared, and tried hard to push Song Yuehua on its back to the edge of the mound, scratching her body with its claws.
Song Yuehua's side was grabbed before she could dodge. The pain was so severe that she pulled out the iron hairpin from her hair, raised her hand and stabbed it into the tiger's right head.
Just as she was about to strike again, a huge rock suddenly fell on her head.
In order to avoid being hit, Song Yuehua rolled over and not only loosened her hand, but the tiger also took this opportunity to escape.
Song Yuehua fell to the ground, somewhat speechless, and glanced at Gongsun Yan, "You can really help."
"I'm helping you." Gongsun Yan said stubbornly.
Song Yuehua got up, walked to the backpack, lifted up her clothes, poured wine on the wound, and tore off her inner clothes to bandage it.
I also have to give Zhang Si a scraping treatment.
"You were just injured, are you okay?" Gongsun Yan asked.
Song Yuehua squatted down, turned Zhang Si over, took a sip of white wine and sprayed it on his back, then started scraping it with a copper coin.
The man had a thick skin, so Song Yuehua showed no mercy. She used some strength and scratched his back with a few slashes, leaving two long black scratches.
Zhang Si put on his clothes and lay down beside the fire, a tear silently flowing from the corner of his eye.
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