Water Margin: One Pounce, and the Tiger Became Pickled

His backside is swollen and burning with pain. Lying on the daybed, Su Wu figures it out: he's the unlucky constable who held the post before Wu Song. The county magistrate ordered him to kill the tiger, but dozens of men spent over a month without even finding a hair. He took ten strokes of the disciplinary rod for it. The striped, white-fronted tiger on Jingyang Ridge is in its prime, and urgent orders from the prefecture keep arriving one after another. Su Wu grits his teeth and struggles to his feet. He has to take down the beast before Wu Song arrives.