The two loyal hounds followed Pu Yingjue closely, because there were too many thorn bushes, they were not spared, the fur on their bodies was torn off in clusters, running for a long time, sweat had already appeared on their bodies, their tongues had been hanging like this, sweat slid through the torn skin, they couldn't feel the pain when they ran, once they stopped, they began to have a burst of spicy pain, and sometimes they would avoid their owners and suppress the "woo" twice, but loyalty did not allow them to flinch.

The night is the most tormenting, and in this reckless mountain, the sun has become slack, always leaving late and returning early. The long night became a paradise for nocturnal animals, and as the dark curtain slowly pulled, some small animals began to poke their heads out, and all kinds of noise gradually spread out. Pu Yingjue, who had long been accustomed to life in the mountains and forests, had gobbled up dinner before the afterglow faded, and the two hounds were also contented to flick their tails around their masters.

Pu Yingjue found an open place and lit a bonfire, he did not set up a tent on the spot, but tied a homemade hanging bag to a big tree twenty or thirty meters away from the campfire, and slept on the tree at night, many years of experience in the jungle told him that although the bonfire can bring light, it is the main target of large carnivores such as mountain wolves, cheetahs, and black bears.

The first two days were relatively smooth, but more than half of the dry food has been consumed, which is not a difficulty for Pu Yingjue, who lives in the mountains all the year round, as long as the bow and arrow are around, everything can be solved, and you can't expect delicious food, hares and pheasants can still be captured. I have crossed two mountains, and I have seen three or five wild wolves come out to forage for food, but all of them have escaped without danger, thanks to many years of experience in jungle life.

In the evening, the sun began to fall asleep, the light slowly faded, a lone muntjac deer walked leisurely by the river, the hound shrugged its nose, whined and barked in a low voice, and arched Pu Yingjue with his body, Pu Yingjue immediately became vigilant, took up the bow and arrow with lightning speed, looked ahead like an eagle, and shot out the oak wood arrow stained with homemade anesthetic herbs in one go, and the arrow hit the neck of the muntjac deer without shifting. The injured muntjac deer staggered forward, and the two well-trained hound dogs jumped over like arrows off the string, from the front and back of the pack, the muntjac deer under the effect of anesthetics, the speed of running gradually slowed down, and the hound dog in front of the rhubarb found the opportunity to suddenly pounce, and bit the neck of the muntjac deer, the muntjac deer was still making the final struggle, but it was all in vain, because the hound dog Er Huang also pounced.

Fearing that the smell of muntjac deer would provoke other predators, Pu Yingjue took care of it in the creek before taking it to the shore to roast it, and the two hounds kept biting the muntjac venison that Pu Yingjue threw at them. It wasn't until the night became dark that Pu Yingjue simply buried the bones left over from the hounds, packed the remaining roast meat, and hurriedly found a slightly taller tree near the bonfire to rest. I don't know how long later, there was a rustling sound in the dark night, and the two hounds suddenly became vigilant, and at the same time stood under Pu Yingjue's tree and waited. Suddenly, a "whoop" woke Pu Yingjue awake, and the two hounds stood under the tree and barked tremblingly, long losing their former momentum. Pu Yingjue saw a black bear going crazy by the fire, and guessed that it must have been burned by the fire, because there were scattered wood with sparks nearby.

The black bear was not frightened by the barking of the dog, but aroused its desire to prey, shrugged its nose, and slowly walked towards the bottom of the tree, and its steady steps seemed to shake the ground around it. Pu Ying did not dare to slack off, and quickly climbed out of the sleeping bag, stood firmly on the branch, tied the bow and arrow to his body, held the machete tightly in one hand, and firmly wrapped the other hand around the trunk. The two hounds were still barking in place, but they didn't seem to do anything to the black bear, and as the black bear got closer, the two hounds retreated to the sides of the tree. The smell of roasted muntjac venison hanging on the tree became stronger and stronger, and the black bear became more and more manic, constantly slapping the tree, and the tree began to shake, Pu Yingjue now regretted that he did not find a thicker tree, so he could only yell in vain on the tree: "Get out, get away, get away......

Pu Yingjue's roar only fueled the arrogance of the black bear's attack, and the shaking became more violent, the branches rattled, and the leaves fell one after another, and Pu Yingjue was also shaking when he stood on the tree. Rhubarb Erhuang's throat is about to be torn, and he can only go crazy helplessly.

Seeing that the trunk of the tree was about to crack and make a slight cracking sound, Pu Ying tried to throw the muntjac venison down several times, but the muntjac venison was too far away from the branch he was standing on, and the machete couldn't reach it. Loyal hounds do not abandon their owners at any time, they seem to be more reliable than many people, and as long as you give sincerely, there will always be a reward. The two hounds pounced on the left and right at the same time, the second yellow on the left bit the black bear's back, and the big yellow on the right probably didn't choose the angle well and slid down.

The black bear screamed in pain, stopped slapping the trunk, and scratched his back with his forefoot frantically, but he couldn't reach the pain, so he could only pound and scratch Erhuang. The fur on Er Huang's body was torn off by a handful, but Er Huang just pressed his teeth and didn't let go. Rhubarb tried to pounce again, but the black bear was already spinning in place frantically, and Rhubarb could only bark around the black bear.

When Pu Yingjue saw this tragic scene, his eyes blurred, and his heart was also in chaos, and the scene of the thirteen eagles of Qipan Mountain fighting to the death to hold the territory came to his mind. Pu Yingjue was awakened by the helpless whimpering sound of rhubarb, panicked to hold his mind, leaned tightly on the trunk of the tree, and used all his strength to shoot the arrow, which hit the black bear and pierced deep into the lower abdomen.

The black bear was already in a frenzy, and slashed at the shaft of the arrow, but the arrow was still in its stomach, and the blood began to bubble out, and the pain finally made it taste helpless, and ran wildly towards the woods. Erhuang finally fell down with a "click" on the edge of the woods, trembling on the ground.

Pu Yingjue listened calmly, this is a habit developed by a good hunter, and it is also a lesson learned from the life of a bandit who once licked blood at the tip of a knife, and there was a loud noise in the woods in the distance, which was the result of the black bear fleeing in the wilderness.