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Robert led the Caucasian hound, following the blood of the wounded gray wolf, step by step towards the front, and before he knew it, he had entered the encirclement of the wolves. し

The wolves were very cunning, and when they saw Robert coming in, they were not in a hurry, but trotted in the opposite direction to the hunter, widening the distance between them, so as not to be discovered by the other party, and hid in the dark corners of the corner, waiting for the other party to relax, and with lightning speed, they came from all sides and killed him by surprise.

However, the wolf king still overlooked a detail, when the wounded gray wolf followed the wolves escorting the she-wolf to retreat, it inadvertently betrayed its own group with blood spilled along the way.

Although the wolves who were preparing to attack deliberately expanded the encirclement, the hunter followed the bloodstains, as if he had already noticed it, and just took it away towards an edge of the encirclement, seeing that it was getting closer and closer to the several old timber wolves lying in ambush there, and they would soon be exposed to each other, the wolf king could no longer hold back and did not start to act, the hunter was very likely to break through the encirclement, and it knew very well in his heart that the combat power of those old wolves could not be counted on too much.

With a scream from the wolf king, it led the other members to outflank from different directions, and pounced straight towards the direction of the target, seeing several white or gray shadows flashing in the forest, Robert realized that he had been ambushed by the other party, and now he was in a dangerous situation of being attacked by the enemy, in order to effectively resist the attack of the wolves, he and his loyal Caucasian hound stood back to back.

Although Robert has fought on the battlefield for many years and is experienced in dealing with human enemies, it is the first time in his life that he has dealt with wolves. He ignores a basic fact, wolves are different from humans, when fighting the enemy, their forces are often in a line, constantly suppressing themselves and their allies, or a pincer formation, distributed in a V-shape, intending to cut off their left and right wings, and push themselves into a dead corner step by step, but whether it is the former or the latter, at least there is a gap to give themselves a chance to escape. Circulars are rarely used.

The wolf pack is completely different, this is a habit they have gradually formed when they have lived in the jungle area for many years, and they are very efficient in encircling and destroying their prey, especially for the large animals such as reindeer in North America, dozens of wolves pounce forward from different directions, some bite the neck of the prey, some bite the belly of the prey, some bite the legs of the prey, some bite the tail of the prey, and soon they can easily kill each other, and then feast.

The group of wolves rushed to a distance of more than ten meters in front of Robert, and suddenly stopped, and now the encirclement has been further reduced, they stared at the fierce gaze, showing their chilling teeth, let out a low roar, lowered their bodies, and showed a bow-shaped posture all over their bodies, just waiting for their wolf king to give an order, they fiercely pounced forward and bit the prey half to death.

Just standing motionless and stupid, bitten half to death by your herd of animals? Robert doesn't think so.

Looking at the wolves approaching from all directions, Robert clenched the submachine gun in his hand, while the Caucasian hound was squatting there, with a calm and unhurried momentum, its size was equivalent to three adult male wolves, so it didn't take each other seriously at all, and it followed its master for many years, and was very familiar with the master's skills, which also added a lot of confidence to it.

Once a war with a pack of wolves starts, it has no problem rushing forward and killing one or two wolves in an instant.

Robert watched the wolves in front of him vigilantly, and stood quietly with his back to the Caucasian hound, a dozen wild wolves could not defeat him, Robert decided to strike first, he quickly looked around, and found that in one direction, there were 4 wolves close to each other and glaring at him.

This is a perfect opportunity, Robert seized the opportunity in front of him, took off the grenade hanging on his chest, pulled the safety bolt, and threw it towards the direction of the unlucky guys, of course, those wolves did not know what this high-tech thing invented by humans was, was startled by the sudden "stone", took two steps back, saw the wisps of gunpowder smoke coming out of it, and curiously stepped forward, sniffed with his nose, and picked it with his paws, and suddenly, only heard a "boom", The grenade detonated was dusty and ablaze, and several wolves were also blown up in mid-air, and then fell heavily to the ground, and then died with a whimper.

Seeing this scene in front of him, the wolf king's heart of 10,000 grass and mud horses galloped by, and before he could give the order to do it, these fools took their lives in vain under the attack of the insidious hunter's "UFO".

It looked furious, and took the lead in swooping towards Robert's direction, and the other wolves saw the leader's posture, and they also rushed forward from all directions, Robert quickly grasped the submachine gun, and fired violently in front of him, with a few wails, two more wolves were shot, one was shot in the head, and the other was shot in the chest, and fell to the ground unable to move.

The Caucasian Hound faced as many as nine enemies, and the Hound changed its sitting position and began to land on all fours, and it was not in a hurry to rush forward to fight the enemy, but remained calmly in place, calmly scanning the nine wolves, trying to find the weakest and oldest of them as a breakthrough to attack, just as it searched for its target and was ready to rush over. His own master turned around and supported himself with fire, relieving himself of the pressure on the enemy, and a wave of gratitude rose from the heart of the Caucasian hound.

After the dense gunshots, less than half of the hound's eyes remained, and although the five adult male wolves were not to be underestimated, they could still cope with it. Bravely, it lunged at the wolves, soared into the air, opened its bloody mouth, locked on the neck of a wolf below, and bit it fiercely.

The hound's target was unable to dodge in time, and was bitten by the other party's neck, which was completely suppressed, causing its powerful weapon, the wolf's fang, to be unable to come in handy, and it tried to break free with all its limbs, and at the same time, the other wolves saw this, and pounced on different parts of the hound's body, intending to bite it to help their companions out of the siege, and then work together to kill the hound.

However, the wishful thinking of this group of wolves failed, because the Caucasian hound originated in Siberia, Russia, where the perennial ice and snow, under the severe test of the low temperature of more than 40 degrees below zero, its ancestors have already evolved thick fur and subcutaneous fat, forming a layer of natural leather armor, which can effectively resist the bite of ordinary beasts