They are cruel, bloody, intelligent, patient, and most terrifyingly organized, hunting in groups. No matter how big the prey, even the strongest yak on the grassland is no match.

Two or three guerrilla attacks consume the strength of the prey, and after a few hours they take advantage of their physical exhaustion, they sneak attack the vital points, the throat, heart, and especially the chrysanthemum, and directly use their claws to pull out the internal organs and kill them with one blow.

The snow mastiff fights six or seven wild wolves without falling into the wind, and the snow mastiff is a sacred object in the hearts of the Tibetan people, with a supreme position, and is the mount of the living Buddha. I didn't expect to have the fate to see a real native mastiff here!

After all, two fists are hard to beat four hands, Wen Yiming gradually found that the snow mastiff's strength and speed were far better than that of wild wolves, and he bit two or three of them to death several times. However, he also hung the lottery, but there were many wild wolves, and the remaining five or six were aroused by blood and became more and more ferocious.

I don't know why Wen Yiming felt that this snow mastiff was a little weak, as if he had just experienced some big battle?

"Not good!"

Suddenly, I found that a wild wolf took advantage of the snow mastiff's unpreparedness, went around its back, and suddenly launched a sneak attack, biting its right leg and not letting go.

The other wolves saw the moment and prepared to rush up, seeing that the poor snow mastiff was about to be dismembered. Hearing Yiming's blood, he couldn't watch the snow mastiff being bitten to death, raised his right hand, and ordered the golden horn to shoot!

I saw a flash of golden light, and the wild wolf was shot in the head in an instant, blood splashed everywhere, and he died on the spot. Then within a few seconds, the other wild wolves also ended up, without even barking, and all of them were killed by the golden horn headshot!

"Not even blood?"

Wen Yiming felt a chill in his wrist, looked at the golden horn that didn't even have blood stains all over his body, and then looked at the dead corpses everywhere, his heart was full of joy, this is the style of the Gu King who killed in an instant!

The snow mastiff suddenly went limp, collapsed to the ground, covered in blood, his right leg was the most serious, and his bones were exposed, and he couldn't bear to look at it directly.

"Don't move!"

Wen Yiming slowly approached, and the snow mastiff's spiritual eyes looked at the humans who came running, although he didn't know what was happening, but the other party did save him, and gradually quieted down, his eyes showing doubts.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you!"

Wen Yiming saw that the snow mastiff had no intention of attacking him, so he walked to his side with peace of mind, and quickly took out three warm yang incense sticks to heal the snow mastiff. The snow mastiff's big black eyes showed surprise and enjoyment, and his strength gradually recovered, licking Wen Yiming's palm with his tongue to express his gratitude.

The snow mastiff struggled to stand up, recovered a lot of strength, and stopped bleeding. Wen Yiming saw that the snow mastiff was extraordinary, intelligent and spiritual, and asked, "Why are you besieged by wild wolves?"

The snow mastiff suddenly bit Wen Yiming's clothes and dragged him into the valley, where he found a small cave that was blocked by weeds.

It used its claws to pick up the weeds, and was pleasantly surprised to find that there were three newborn little ones in the hole, sleeping in the grass.

"I see, no wonder I feel that you are very weak, it turns out that you have just given birth to a little cub, no wonder the wild wolf dares to besiege you at this time!"

Wen Yiming suddenly realized that the snow mastiff had just finished giving birth, and it was still in the weak period, and the wild wolf didn't know whether it was revenge or accidental discovery, so he had the courage to watch the snow mastiff, and if it was estimated that seven or eight wild wolves would not dare to start easily.

The snow mastiff lay down lovingly, licking the three little ones with his tongue, and felt his mother return. They were a little restless, and they all quieted down and began to feed instinctively.

After a life-and-death battle, the snow mastiff has not yet recovered its physical strength, but out of maternal love, it still feeds the cubs. Wen Yiming watched this warm scene from the side, and he was very moved.

After a while, the snow mastiff suddenly stood up, picked up a little cub in his mouth, looked at it, and put the little one in his hand.

"You're going to let me keep it?"

Wen Yiming was very surprised, he could feel the reluctance of the snow mastiff, but he was very resolute. Looking at the little life in the palm of the hand, just born, with some white fluff, it must be as brave and beautiful as its mother when it grows up. I hesitated, of course I liked the snow mastiff cubs, the descendants of the real native mastiff king.

"You mean it's sick?" Wen Yiming suddenly understood what the snow mastiff meant, and looked at the guy in his hand, who was obviously one size smaller than the other brothers, in a state of malaise and dying.

The little guy is congenitally insufficient, even if he is born, he may not be able to grow up with the snow mastiff, this time he took advantage of the incense to save the snow mastiff's life, it knows that it may also save the child, so it is good to repay the kindness, or entrust, I hope Wen Yiming can adopt this poor little guy.

Wen Yiming took out a warm yang incense stick and lit it for the cub, the little guy actually opened his eyes and saw Wen Yiming, stretching out his little pink tongue, licking his palm, and expressing his admiration.

When the snow mastiff saw it, he roared happily and kept licking the little one with his tongue to express his gratitude. Then he turned around and picked up the remaining two cubs with his mouth, nodded at Wen Yiming, and left quickly. Until a few hundred meters away, put down the cub and scream loudly.

Wen Yiming stood up, put the little white mastiff in his chest clothes, and waved goodbye to the snow mastiff who was about to leave. He knew that this kind of sacred creature only belonged to the prairie, and it was born free and unrestrained, and even if he saved its life, he could only win its gratitude.

Leaving this little guy is already the biggest reward, and it is also the fate between them, watching the snow mastiff leave quickly, there will naturally be a fate!

In the distance, the shouts of Yu Qian and Bazaar were heard, and it was estimated that they heard the sound of gunshots, and they came out to look for him.

Wen Yiming shouted at the voice and ran back to converge. Seeing that Wen Yiming was fine, Yu Qian and Bazaar let out a long breath, Wen Yiming just said that he had no intention of meeting a wild wolf fighting a Tibetan mastiff, and only found this cub after the two sides left.

Bazaar looked at the little cub, he couldn't see anything when he was born, and he was a little afraid to warn: "You don't know how dangerous the wild wolf is, even if there are more than three, even if there are shotguns, it won't be used, let's get out of here quickly." ”

"There are still several wolf skins on the ground, do you want to?" Yu Qian asked, looking at the dead wolf.

"Can't ask for it, in case the wolves want to retaliate, you can find us by following the smell, there are too few people, life is important, go!"

The four of them couldn't sleep, so they left here overnight and drove until dawn, and finally arrived at their destination, Hashi Village, before they were relieved.

Wen Yiming carefully put the little white mastiff into the incubator, and this time he prepared a few to put the cubs. The golden tiger is already older, so there is no need to let it go, and Yu Qian is not reluctant, except for sleeping and holding it all day long to communicate feelings.

The little guy smelled the warm sun incense, and his spirit was much better, and his big dark eyes looked at the outside world curiously. Wen Yiming rushed the special milk, probably really hungry, and drank a whole bottle in one breath before falling asleep.

"You two put the dogs in the trunk, it's inconvenient to carry them. Bazaar saw that the two of them looked a little uneasy, and said with a smile: "It's okay, there are no outsiders here, and people in the village won't steal." Besides, the Humvee is very sturdy, and we're nearby. ”

"We'd better take the little guy with us, right? It's safe, and maybe the villagers will be relieved if other Tibetans are willing to sell dogs to us." ”

After listening to Yu Qian's words, Bazaar thought about it, and this is also the truth. I came here to try my luck, because Wen Yiming was born with a Tibetan mastiff, and with the newly acquired cubs, maybe he can really impress the old diehards in Hashi Village.

"The people here are fierce, and they can even be said to be barbaric, so we have to pay more attention. Bazaar reiterated: "If something goes wrong, leave immediately, safety first!"