frightfiction Chapter 334 The Tiger Surrounds the Old Wolf
Chapter 334 The Tiger Surrounds the Old Wolf
The dog's eyes gleamed with the fervor of a hunter, its fangs bared, poised to pounce, as if it were about to shoot like an arrow at the wolf pack not far away, unleashing a savage and fierce tearing attack.
Li Ju'an knew that whether training hunting dogs or taming eagles, the essence was the same: the key was to enable these hunters of nature to accurately interpret the hunter's every intention. Just like now, the sound of a gunshot was the clarion call of the hunt, and they should immediately rouse themselves and enter their best state.
Sun Weimin listened quietly for a moment, then suddenly his eyes widened, as if he had finally discerned the hidden meaning in the gunfire. It turned out that it wasn't a large, imposing force, but a lone individual carrying three guns. But this person hadn't reloaded the magazine after it was empty; instead, he had switched guns immediately—how many guns was he carrying?!
Sun Weimin opened his mouth and shouted, "Damn! Li Ju'an?"
The Lu brothers, Song Desheng, and Sun Weimin all guessed that Li Ju'an had arrived. Such fierce barking of hunting dogs and the sounds of three guns switching and firing—who else could it be but Li Ju'an?
Sun Weimin's expression was a mixture of surprise and complexity, his fists clenched tightly, unsure of what to feel at that moment. He had hoped for reinforcements, but he hadn't expected them to be Li Ju'an? He had assumed Li Ju'an was long dead in the wolves' jaws. But now, they were the ones surrounded by wolves and on the verge of death, and the one coming to their rescue was Li Ju'an?
In another grotto trap, Lu Zhiqiang laughed loudly, tears streaming down his face, and shouted, "Sun Weimin, calling me great-grandfather won't do you any good this time. I'll throw a couple of stones at you when I get up there, so you'll know what it means to kick someone when they're down, and make you annoyed with me, you bastard!"
Sun Weimin fell silent, daring not to speak out despite his anger.
Old Zhang shouted anxiously from below the grotto trap, "Nephew! Be careful not to fall into the trap! It's very dark here, don't slip and fall!"
They suffered greatly. If it weren't for so many old traps left over from years ago, they could have fought the wolves for quite a while. So many bullets could have at least wounded most of the wolves, or even crippled them.
Li Ju'an shot and wounded the male wolf in the waist.
The male wolf howled in pain, its cry piercing, and turned to run towards the woods behind the pack, wanting to escape first. Tiger was already impatiently about to charge. Flower Ear wasn't there; Flower Girl and White Egg had accompanied Flower Ear down the mountain to deliver a message. Fortunately, the brave Black Tiger stayed behind. The hunting dogs and the wolves clashed, and no one escaped unscathed, making it even harder for him to aim.
Li Ju'an shouted loudly, "Big Tiger, wait!"
He placed the landmine under the bushes in the forest. The wolf's sharp and cunning eyes stared straight at him, but the landmine subdued the wolf's imposing presence.
Wolf Eyes, having witnessed the power of landmines from the Changbai Mountains' Taozi Wang Lao Qin, dared not approach rashly.
The wolf pack numbered over twenty, howling angrily at Li Ju'an but refusing to advance, merely forming an encirclement.
Wolves are cunning; they know how to surround and trap hunters, wear down their prey, and break their spirit and willpower until they are exhausted, desperate, and weak. When the enemy retreats, we advance; when the enemy chases, we flee; when the enemy rests, we harass them.
Wolf Eyes is now leading his pack to surround Li Ju'an, launching surprise attacks from both sides. As Li Ju'an is setting up landmines, an old wolf suddenly rushes out from the side, intending to tear at his back pocket, looking for an opportunity to rip a chunk of soft flesh from his lower back.
But Li Ju'an had six hunting dogs with him. The old wolf had just charged over and hadn't even gotten close when Da Hu, Bai Ao, and Xiao Gangpao, working in perfect coordination, rushed in from three angles, blocking the old wolf's retreat. Hei Hu, sitting next to Li Ju'an, turned and attacked the old wolf, engaging in a fierce struggle.
Old Wolf was experienced, but Black Tiger had followed Flower Ear in many dog hunts and had hunted down a large number of wolves. He knew the characteristics of wolves: a head of steel, bones of iron, and waist of tofu. This was something that people and hunting dogs had learned from fighting wolves in the past, meaning that you should not hit the wolf's head and leg bones.
Because wolves have very hard skulls, and their weak point is their waist, which contains their internal organs, they protect their waist from attacks and will press their waist close to the ground to protect themselves when in danger.
Black Tiger lunged at the old wolf, feinting, and the old wolf instinctively lowered its waist to the ground to protect itself. At that moment, Black Tiger leaped and flipped, twisting its body and sliding sideways to deliver a bite to the side of the old wolf's waist and abdomen.
The old wolf had thick fur around its waist and belly, but the black tiger was full of vigor and had sharp canine teeth. It was fierce when it bit down. In this close fight, the black tiger bit down and wouldn't let go. The wolf slammed its limbs to the ground, tilted its neck back, and fiercely tore at the old wolf's belly.
The old wolf, in pain, turned its head and aimed at the black tiger's nape, focusing its jaws on the spine, ready to deliver a fatal blow. With a bite force of over 200 pounds, such a powerful bite would break the black tiger's spine, rendering it unable to continue biting its waist and abdomen.
Black Tiger, with its extensive fighting experience, seized the opportunity. Instead of stubbornly resisting, it loosened its grip, tilted its head back, and aimed to bite the old wolf's exposed neck. If the old wolf could bite its spine, Black Tiger's bite would secure its tender throat. In this life-or-death struggle, life and death hung in the balance, relying entirely on hunting experience and courage.
The old wolf dared not fight head-on, protecting its throat and biting down. This instinctive retraction of its neck sealed its fate, for the big tiger had already led the white mastiff and the little cannon that were blocking its retreat to pounce on it.
After being fed for more than half a year, Little Cannon's size was no different from Iron Hammer's, even a size larger. It was a hybrid of wolf and hunting dog, possessing both the ferocity and stamina of a wolf. Little Cannon pounced first, rolling around on the ground with the old wolf twice, before the white mastiff's large body pressed down on top of him.
The tiger began to bite wildly. Although it had run the furthest, it was the first dog to tear at the old wolf's flesh. The tiger charged onto the old wolf's back, pounced on its ear, and bit down, pressing its body against the wolf, giving the white mastiff and Little Steel Cannon an opportunity.
Big Tiger knew that he was not as strong as the other helper dogs, and his bite force was not as strong as the three mixed-breed wolfhounds, so he was willing to control the prey and leave the biting to the helper dogs.
The lead dog subdued the old wolf, and the rest of the henchmen swarmed forward.
Chicken Butt, who had just started barking loudly to cheer on the wolf, now saw the lead dog take down its prey and immediately started showing off. Two more mixed-breed wolfhounds joined in the attack, and the six dogs viciously tore at the old wolf, tearing its flesh open until it was a bloody, mangled mess. The old wolf opened its mouth wide and initially tried to fight back fiercely, but its abdomen was ripped open, and a long section of its intestines spilled out, which Chicken Butt chewed and gnawed at.
The old wolf howled in agony, but its cries gradually weakened, and its breath grew fainter and fainter.
The pungent smell of blood filled the air, sending chills down one's spine. The ground was covered in mottled bloodstains. A once-living old wolf had its flesh torn off piece by piece in just one minute, its tofu-like waist ripped open, and its internal organs ravaged.
The wolves' eyes were filled with anger, and the pack, restless, aimed in that direction, ready to charge. The wolves raised their heads and howled angrily, a signal to launch a coordinated attack.
Down in the cave, Old Qian heard the wolf howls and knew something was wrong. He said, "The wolves are going to get serious this time."
Lu Zhiqiang asked Lao Qian, "Aren't wolves supposed to be cautious? How come they surrounded and charged so quickly?"
Old Qian said, "Wolves are very perceptive and have excellent eyesight. They need to figure out the prey's strength. Before they know how capable the prey is, they will probe it from all sides, but they won't actually fight. If they have seen through the prey's strength and the wolf pack is large, they will just go for it and charge."