Li Mingli's ancestor was raised by the mountain dog since he was a child, and he naturally has an extraordinary affection for the mountain dog. Moreover, the help of the watchdog to him and his family was absolutely immediate, and from the first day of caring for the watchdog, his family's game meat has not been stopped.

The two big dogs would take turns going into the mountains almost every day, and then pheasants, hares, wild goats, wild boars, silly roe deer, wild deer, and so on, as long as there were wild things in the mountains, their homes were almost all piled up.

Since then, taking care of the mountain dogs has become almost the only job that has been passed down from generation to generation in the family. After countless changes during this period, the mountain dog has been bred from generation to generation, and although there are still only two big dogs in the village, it has become a large population in the nearby mountain forest.

Because of its natural robustness, ferocity, bravery, and intelligence, in the vicinity of this piece of mountain forest in the backing mountain, the mountain dog is already a veritable overlord of the mountain forest. Wild wolves, tigers, leopards, wild boars, black bears, nothing can threaten them.

"The fate of this family and this mountain dog is really not shallow!

Li Mingguang looked at the big dog named Huzi with bright eyes, and said with envy: "In the past few hundred years, they have rescued the people in the village I don't know how many times. Of course, the villagers have also rescued the big dogs many times, and now it is not clear who helped whom more. ”

Then the old village chief told the stories of people and dogs living in harmony and helping each other. In front of Li Wei's eyes, scenes of watching the mountain dog population and the human species here rescue each other, help each other, and get along happily again and again.

"There is an incident recorded in the genealogy, one year a pack of wolves came to the forest. The wolf king of the pack is cunning and ferocious. Every time people in the village enter the mountain, as long as they meet them, almost every time someone will never be able to leave the mountain again. ”

Li Mingguang recounted this incident recorded in the genealogy with a sad expression, and soon, as he narrated, Li Wei seemed to have traveled through time, following this group of hunters in the dense jungle, laughing and discussing the harvest of this trip, and looking forward to the big dinner after returning to the village.

The wolves appeared very suddenly in the mountains and forests near the village, and the first time they became known was because a hunter father and son in the village went into the mountains alone to hunt.

The father and son went into the mountains to hunt, and after walking for most of the day, they did not find a single pheasant or hare that was originally everywhere. Just as they were keenly aware of the fact that something was wrong and were about to end their hunting trip and return to the village, something happened to them.

There was a commotion from the depths of the woods, and immediately after that, a flock of pheasants rushed out with fluttering wings.

The father and son lost their original vigilance, and they were overjoyed to see so many pheasants. The two of them drew their bows and arrows, ready to harvest this god-sent prey. A large flock of dozens of pheasants, for the father and son who are skilled in archery, can shoot the target even with their eyes closed.

Now, it's not precision that's going to test them, it's speed. The faster they go, the more arrows they shoot, which means the greater their gain this time.

One, two, three, four, five...... The father and son kept stretching their bows and arrows, and the sharp arrows shot out as quickly as meteors, and soon the ground was covered with pheasant carcasses with beautiful feathers.

After the fatal pheasants escaped their sight and disappeared into the dark and dense mountain forest, the father and son looked at each other in ecstasy, and then began to pack their spoils together in a tacit understanding.

Just when the father and son were ecstatic to bend down to pick up pheasants, they didn't notice that a pair of eyes shining with cold light suddenly appeared in the mountain forest.

The attack occurred at the time when the father and son were most casual and least vigilant, and tragedy inevitably happened.

As soon as he pulled out the arrow from a pheasant, he looked up to look at his son's father, and as soon as he raised his head, the corner of his eye sent out the wolves that were quietly surrounding. The bright smile on his face immediately turned into horror, and he couldn't help but scream.

"There are wolves!"

Wolves, for hunters, many times there is nothing to be afraid of. Compared to tigers, wild boars, bears and other creatures with strong combat effectiveness and vitality, they are too vulnerable.

The waist, legs, neck, eyes, there are weaknesses everywhere, and a random hit is enough to make a creature like a wolf lose the ability to resist.

However, if it is a pack of wolves, it is a different matter. If, again, there is a shrewd and cunning wolf king in command, then the wolves will become the most terrifying existence in the mountains and forests.

A natural tactician, coupled with strict discipline, excellent stealth and endurance, sharp minions, and fast running speed, the wolves are no slouch against almost any creature in the jungle.

The father and son can be said to be very lucky, at least before the wolves completely surrounded them, they found the traces of the wolves, and chose the most correct way to deal with them.

"Run! Get up the tree!"

The father roared, and as he rushed at his son, he threw away the pheasant in his hand, and with the other hand, he picked up the strong bow, and the bloody arrow that had just been pulled from the pheasant landed on the bow almost at the same time.

"Whoosh-"

A sharp arrow grazed past his son with a first-class afterimage, and hit the mouth of the gray wolf that was running at the front not far in front of him.

The tremendous strength, coupled with the sharp iron arrow, shot directly from the wolf's mouth eighty or ninety meters away, piercing through the neck. The arrow pierced its trachea and blood vessels, killing it on the spot.

Seeing that the wolf that had died, because of inertia, he continued to run for more than ten meters before turning to the ground, and after not moving, his father frowned and screamed in his heart.

Because in just a few moments, he had already found at least six wolves, and what made him even more terrified was that the real number would only be more than that. Almost every second, another wolf or two would emerge from the forest and rush at him without stopping.

"Run, run, go back to the village and call someone!"

As he spoke, his father shot arrows one after another. endured the huge soreness, and shot a sharp arrow again with difficulty, and finally opened a way for his son to escape.

Seeing that his son had broken out of the encirclement, the father and son breathed a sigh of relief. Glancing at his son's back full of affection, he knew that he might have to explain here today. Surrounded by a pack of wolves, it is difficult to have a chance of surviving in such an environment.

It's so far from the village that it takes at least half a day. Even if the son returns to the village as soon as possible, and the villagers rush over as soon as possible, I am afraid that at that time, they will not even be able to find their own body.

Perhaps, all that's left is a pile of bones!

Suddenly, a loud wolf howl came to mind, and the scene that my father least wanted to see appeared. I saw three wolves suddenly appear in the mountain forest, and after the wolf howl sounded, they immediately chased after their son's figure and disappeared into the dense mountain forest.

By the time the bitten bloody son stumbled back to the village, and then the rescue team organized by the village emergency arrived at the scene of the incident, it was already more than five or six hours later.

There was no sign of my father anywhere, only a broken bow and a few broken arrows, and they and the bloodstains everywhere silently told of the terrible battle that had just taken place here.

In the following days, the village formed three elite wolf hunting squads ranging in number from 15 to 20 people into the mountains and forests to search for the traces of the wolves. The people in the village can't die in vain, and the blood debt can only be washed away with blood!

Unfortunately, the three teams that entered the mountains and forests one after another wandered around the mountains and forests for three to five days. They were all bored, but there was still no total about the wolves, but the pheasants and hares had gained a lot, and even one team was lucky enough to harvest a wild boar.

But the wolves that dared to attack humans were nowhere to be found, as if they had never been there. Everyone had no choice but to pack up and prepare to return to the village for a while to rest before making plans.

Failing to find and eliminate the ferocious wolf, the hunters in the village became more careful. Every time you enter the forest, you need to be accompanied by at least five or six people, bring hunting dogs, and be fully armed.

But in this case, the wolves suddenly reappeared, and attacked the camp of a group of hunters one night. Although the hounds spotted it early and barked to call the police, unfortunately, the group of hunters who reacted were still casualties.

This time, the wolves were even more hidden in the cunning and ferocious wolf king, taking advantage of the darkness of the night, quietly approaching the hunters' camp in the early hours of the morning, and then quickly launched a swift raid. After only one round of attacks, the news was in the dark jungle before the people counterattacked.

Of the seven hunters, three were seriously injured and unconscious, and three were wounded in arms and legs. After repelling the wolves, they were no longer able to walk out of the mountains alone. In desperation, the only hunter who was not injured could go down the mountain alone to move the rescuers to the village.

But what everyone didn't expect was that not long after the figure of the intact hunter disappeared into the mountain forest, the wolves that had just left for less than an hour reappeared.

The three hunters, who were awake but had lost most of their combat effectiveness, looked at the wolf dogs that were getting closer and closer, their eyes full of despair.

Thinking that they were about to be torn to pieces by the wolves and about to be buried in the wolf's belly, the three of them glanced at each other, nodded in unison, and then glanced in the direction of the village with nostalgia, and they all took up their protective short weapons and prepared for a decisive battle.

A tragedy is about to happen!

Even the wind in the mountains seemed to be stunned by the tableware that this scene was about to happen, and he simply forgot to open his wind pockets. The originally noisy jungle was instantly quiet, and even the most annoying ones closed their mouths.

"Woohoo!"

"Wang, Wang. ”

A dog bark burst through the mountains and forests, and the bark was full of confidence, fearlessness, and a hint of pity or worry, and soon the image of a huge dog began to heat up in the Federation.

"Look at the mountain dogs!"

Two huge dogs, with three slightly smaller dogs, soon appeared in the ecstatic sight of the trio.