sjar Chapter 20: The Tiger Assists in the Battle! Hunting Down the One-Eyed Old Wolf
Chapter 20: The Tiger Assists in the Battle! Hunting Down the One-Eyed Old Wolf
The one-eyed wolf is trying to escape!
When the mountain dog Da Hu saw him draw his knife, the well-trained and ferocious dog pounced and gave chase.
The Qingchuan dog, Da Hu, was very cunning. Instead of confronting the one-eyed wolf head-on, it targeted the wolf's rear end. Blood dripped from the wolf's anus, and it was in excruciating pain from the bite.
The tiger lowered its jaws menacingly, biting down on the anus. With its limbs braced against the ground, it twisted its head back and pulled backward with all its might.
Hehe, I love this! It's so delicious!
The one-eyed old wolf's anus was torn apart, and a small section of his large intestine was forcibly pulled out, causing it to prolapse.
The entire Songhai area was filled with the agonizing howls of the one-eyed old wolf. Sharp, mournful. It was utterly pitiful.
Seeing this, Li Ju'an grabbed his dagger and lunged forward, forcefully plunging the blade through the old wolf's shoulder blade and pinning it to the fallen log. With its front half firmly fixed in its sights, the one-eyed wolf struggled frantically, trying to shake its head and bite backward.
A wolf's bite force can reach over 200 pounds, enough to bite off his arm in one bite. But the old wolf, pinned down, could not turn around and could only twist violently backward from its waist.
He took advantage of the situation and pressed all his strength onto the one-eyed old wolf's lower back.
Li Ju'an, standing at 185 cm tall and strong, overwhelmed the one-eyed wolf with his sheer strength, rendering it immobile. The wolf, utterly powerless, howled more and more, its desperate struggles gradually weakening.
He knew the old wolf was cunning and treacherous by nature, and might feign death to escape, or fight back with a bite before dying. He stretched out his arm, which was covered with wicker gauntlets, and used all his strength to restrain the back of the wolf's neck, gritting his teeth and speaking coldly.
"You beast! It's a good thing Grandpa was wearing gauntlets, otherwise that blow would have crippled him."
The rattan handguards on his arms, soaked in vegetable oil, were extremely resilient, even ordinary knives couldn't easily cut through them. Luckily, he had worn these handguards he made himself, lined with cowhide, before he left; otherwise, that sudden pounce from the old wolf would have killed him in this deep pine forest.
He exerted force with his arm, using the strength of his entire body through his upper arm muscles and elbow to press down hard on the back of the one-eyed wolf's neck, almost suffocating the wolf, causing its eyes to roll back and its body to convulse.
With his left hand free, he forcefully pulled out the dagger that was embedded in the one-eyed wolf's shoulder blade, his sharp, piercing gaze flashing as he sneered.
"Next time you're reincarnated, you'd better make sure you're not reborn as an animal, or I'll slaughter you every time I see you!"
The blade fell, slicing upwards gently, severing the one-eyed old wolf's tender throat.
Large amounts of blood gushed out, staining the pristine snow with a mottled, bloody hue. The old wolf had been hunted down.
The surroundings quieted down again.
The blizzard intensified, with swirling snow particles carried by the northwest wind crashing onto the door.
Qingchuan Dog Dahu stood quietly beside the wolf carcass, blinking his bright eyes as he observed him.
Li Ju'an was almost exhausted. He leaned on his knife and slowly moved his feet off the fallen log.
He looked at the one-eyed old wolf with its neck severed on the ground, the young male wolf behind him who had been shot, and the old wolf with its head blown off at the edge of the cliff in the distance.
The three wolves lay neatly in the snow-covered pine forest amidst the blizzard, making him feel incredibly refreshed!
He felt an intense surge of excitement and ecstasy, an unparalleled joy!
He longed to look up to the sky and shout out the exhilarating feeling in his heart.
Grandpa killed wolves! And three-headed wolves at that! That's it!
Li Ju'an took a deep breath to calm his ecstatic emotions. When he turned around, he found that the dog that had rushed out to help him was a hunting dog. Moreover, judging from its breed and coat color, it was a Qingchuan dog.
Especially noteworthy is its unusually large size, rarely seen among Qingchuan dogs. It boasts a lithe, streamlined body, explosively powerful limbs, and a nimble, agile waist. Its imposing and powerful presence makes it the king of mountain-chasing dogs!
He gasped in surprise, staring at the hunting dog in disbelief.
"Tiger?"
He initially thought it was a hunting dog released by an old hunter in the neighborhood. Seeing injustice, his hunting instinct was awakened. He never expected it to be Da Hu, the leader of the kennel trained by Lao Tao.
Many questions arose in his mind.
Old Tao has long since retired from the business and no longer goes into the mountains. Besides, it's snowing heavily now. If Old Tao isn't going into the mountains, then is it Qingchuan Dog Dahu who's going in alone?
What was Da Hu's purpose in entering the mountain?
Seeing him staring blankly, Qingchuan Dog Dahu gave him a disdainful look, his human-like eyes seeming to say: Hurry up and get down to business!
Li Ju'an untied the male sika deer from the sled. He finally understood something: why hunters had a long-standing tradition of worshipping mountain gods. This worship wasn't just feudal superstition; there was definitely a reason behind it.
He was afraid that the blood from Octopus's forelimbs would attract predators, so after bandaging it, he dragged Octopus onto his scooter and left. However, three wild wolves were still watching him closely and followed him all the way.
Now, he dragged the stiff old wolf out of the blizzard, turned it upside down, and gutted it without bleeding it.
He plunged the dagger into the wound on the wolf's neck, slicing downwards, the sharp blade passing through its abdomen, and then the entire wolf was ripped open. He carefully avoided the intestines, pulling them out and hanging them high in a tree as a sign of respect to the mountain god.
"This thing shouldn't be believed in blindly, but it shouldn't be completely disregarded either."
His hands ached and went numb from dissecting the bellies of three wolves. He stared at the strings of intestines hanging high in the trees, gazing at the vast, white expanse of snow in the distance amidst the blizzard.
After a hunt, local hunters would gut their prey and hang the entrails on tall trees, supposedly as an offering to the mountain god. They would offer the entrails to the mountain god first, praying for blessings and a safe hunt. In truth, the entrails had a strong odor and would easily attract predators. Furthermore, they would easily rot in spring and summer, making them unsuitable for transport. Hanging them high in the trees both attracted predators and prevented them from eating them.
This gives the hunter enough time to leave with his prey.
Li Ju'an skinned the three wolves, the precious pelts hanging on his back for warmth. He smelled the blood on the pelts and for the first time felt a surge of heat rush to his head; he was so excited he wanted to roar out loud.
We finally caught the wolf!
And he defeated the three-headed wolf all by himself!
He glanced at Da Hu, the Qingchuan dog who was looking up at him, grinned, and reached out to rub Da Hu's black and yellow head.
"And here's your share of the tiger! Well done, tiger! You're a good hunting dog!"
The tiger turned its head away dismissively, pretending to be indifferent, but only the gentle sway of its tail betrayed its good mood.
Well-trained hunting dogs, born specifically for hunting in the mountains, how could they not yearn to go hunting in the mountains? Especially with the scent of wolves so close at hand, Da Hu had long been itching to go, so while Li Ju'an went into the mountains, Da Hu also took the opportunity to chase after him, just to catch the arrogant old wolf.
Li Ju'an's cotton overcoat was torn to shreds during the struggle, revealing several bloody gashes on his shoulders. He tore off strips of cotton cloth to make simple bandages, then draped three wolf pelts over his back and tied them up loosely.
He grinned, feeling a surge of accomplishment.
Warm! So cozy.
……
The night is deep.
The blizzard, with its thick smoke and snow particles, continued relentlessly.
Li Ju'an grew up on these mountains, and as a child he followed his grandfather along the old ginseng trail, experiencing even the worst weather. He knew that it was not advisable to continue traveling on such a night; otherwise, in the extremely low visibility, continuing to descend the mountain in the dark would easily lead to encountering ghostly mazes in the deep forest. Not only would he be exhausted, but he would also become an easy target for predators.
He only had one bullet left in his shotgun and was exhausted; it would be unwise to continue his journey now.
He dragged a bundle of eight-pronged slings, carried three wolf skins on his back, hid the skinned wolves in a snow cave under withered branches, and then called to Qingchuan Dog Dahu.
"Hurry up and follow, find a place to make snow pits, otherwise we'll have to fight at midnight."