1940s: I supported my wife and sister-in-law by hunting.

Wild boars have thick skin and tough flesh, and their bristles are stiff and prickly, making it impossible to bite through them in ordinary places, which is a waste of effort.

It wasn't reckless at all. It spotted the wild boar's weak spot, jumped up, and bit down hard on the boar's anus, refusing to let go!

Almost simultaneously, another hunting dog, all black except for its four white paws, pounced on the boar and bit down on its armpits, striking its two softest spots at the same time.

The wild boar was in so much pain that it jumped and twisted wildly on the spot, but it couldn't shake off the two hunting dogs that were biting it.

Chen Gaoshan, who was on the hilltop, saw this and instinctively tensed up.

Depend on!

Ma Wanzhong's hunting dogs are amazing! They're not only brave, but also incredibly cunning. They know how to find a weakness to attack. They're really something!

My two dogs, Dahuang and Erhuang, are both terriers and can't have puppies, so I've always needed a female dog to keep them company.

If we can catch the wild boar this time, we'll trade him some wild game from the mountains for one of his female dog's puppies.

When the female dog grows up, she can become a wife for his own dogs, Dahuang and Erhuang, and also have puppies. At that time, he will follow Ma Wanzhong's method to train and raise her properly, and cultivate a hunting dog gang of his own. It will be more convenient to go hunting in the mountains in the future!

Pigs run and dogs chase.

The barking of dogs and the squealing of pigs mingled together, and the fierce hunt had reached a fever pitch.

The wild boar was bitten on the vital spot, and it was in so much pain that its whole body was convulsing. Its hind legs were kicking and thrashing wildly backward, and its internal organs and large intestine were contracting in pain.

It no longer cared which way was the way to survival and which way was the way to death. With its eyes bloodshot and in a frenzy, it charged straight toward Chen Gaoshan on the slope.

Chen Gaoshan quickly raised his gun, aimed, and prepared to pull the trigger.

Gunshots rang out from the woods, one after another.

When the wild boar was only three meters away from him.

boom.

A single shot hit the wild boar in the forehead, creating a bloody hole.

The wild boar instantly lost its strength, fell heavily forward, and landed face-first in the mud, immediately becoming still.

On the other side, the black and white spotted dog seized another opportunity and bit the rear end of another wild boar.

The wild boar, in pain, frantically thrust its body backward, sticking out its rear end and kicking its legs.

With a powerful kick, the agile black and white dog was sent flying and crashed to the ground.

When Ma Wanzhong saw his dog being kicked away, he instantly became furious and started cursing.

"You filthy ass! I'll fuck your mother's blood..."

He raised his hand and fired a shot, hitting the raging wild boar in the head.

"My dog! That bastard with the 'flowery ass' is my leader, you little bastard!"

At this moment, he was completely blinded by bloodlust and moved forward without regard for the danger.

Wild boars may look ugly, but they are smart. A human can't outrun a dog. If anyone dares to show their face, it will charge at you and attack from above.

The two wild boars exchanged glances and instantly reached an understanding. They ignored the hunting dogs following them, turned around, and charged fiercely towards Ma Wanzhong.

Chen Gaoshan, who was on the slope, could see it clearly and hurriedly shouted.

"Uncle Wan Zhong, watch out!"

These are truly good dogs; every hunting dog raised by Ma Wanzhong is loyal to its master.

Seven or eight hunting dogs instantly surrounded and attacked, entangling the two wild boars, each weighing over 200 pounds, biting and holding them back.

The black and white spotted dog, who had just recovered and gotten up, saw its owner in danger and, ignoring its own injuries, rushed forward again like a madman.

The wild boar, now completely enraged, swung its head violently and slapped the two dogs away.

Qi Da Kuai was shooting at a wild boar cub when he quickly finished it off with a shot.

Ma Wanzhong quickly turned his gun around and, without thinking, fired another shot at the wild boar's head.

Caught between two forces with nowhere to escape, the wild boar leader, seeing no way out, simply led his piglets and swarmed up the slope toward Chen Gaoshan and Xiao Kouzi.

"Holy crap! Brother Shanzi, why are they all heading this way?"

Chen Gaoshan narrowed one eye and locked onto the lead pig.

"Your marksmanship is poor, so don't shoot randomly. Target the big boar's head. Once the big boar is dead, the piglets will be easy prey."

He pulled the trigger.

After more than half a year of real combat experience, coupled with the memories of hunting marksmanship ingrained in his mind, and the accuracy honed by bullets, Chen Gaoshan's accuracy and courage have both improved dramatically compared to when he first arrived.

As Xiao Kouzi pulled the trigger, his heart pounded with excitement as he hit the first wild boar. He felt his whole body burning with energy, his blood surging, and he could barely move.

Soon, one after another, the wild boars fell down, and the forest was filled with their grunts and howls.

The hunters tightened their hunting encirclement, creating a dead end. Even the wild boar cubs that ran around were not able to escape the guns and were all killed.

The wild boars lay scattered on the ground, their carcasses covering the entire slope.

The stench of blood in the woods was overwhelming, almost pungent.

Wang Changfa spat on the ground.

"You all have knives on your hands, right? Finish off each wild boar with a knife, leave no survivors, let them die a quick death, and prevent them from being eaten by thieves—that's the rule in the mountains!"

The men pulled out their knives and finished off each wild boar, making sure they were completely dead.

After everyone finished off the enemies, they saw Ma Wanzhong squatting on the ground.

Staring at the black and white hunting dog on the ground, the leader dog, named Flowery Butt, was lying on the ground, barely breathing, its chest heaving. Its stomach had been pierced by the frenzied lead sow, and its intestines were sticking out.

Wild boars don't just have long tusks; female wild boars also have them, though they aren't as long as those of males and are also capable of both defense and offense.

There was another yellow dog lying next to it, its injuries were less severe than the black and white one, but it was also curled up on the ground, not daring to move, its four legs dangling limply, obviously its legs had been broken by the wild boar, and it didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The remaining hunting dogs surrounded their two companions, tails drooping, whimpering softly. Some licked their wounds with their tongues, while others nudged them with their heads, as if to comfort them or to say goodbye.

During this hunt, Ma Wanzhong brought the most hunting dogs and contributed the most effort. The rest were each led by a few experienced hunters with two or three dogs. Throughout the hunt, these hunting dogs were the heroes who charged ahead.

Everyone knew that Ma Wanzhong usually doted on these dogs, and they were all holding back their excitement at having hunted so many wild boars, so no one said a word.

Wang Changfa sighed, walked over, and patted Ma Wanzhong on the shoulder.

"It's a good dog, it fought bravely for its master and didn't disgrace our mountain hunting dogs. Wan Zhong, it's better to end it quickly than to suffer for a long time. Let's give it a quick death and stop it from tormenting itself. Shall we do it, or shall we?"

Ma Wanzhong's eyes were a little red, and he paused for only a blink of an eye.

"I'll do it myself."

He reached out, touched the head of the flowery-faced creature, and stroked its fur again.

The little flowery-faced boy barely managed to lift his eyelids, glanced at him, and then, too weak to even rub against his master's palm.

Ma Wanzhong closed his eyes, hardened his heart, took out the knife from his waist, and with a forceful thrust, plunged the knife into the dog's chest, right in the heart area.

He patted Huapiyanzi's head again, then stood up, picked up the shovel he carried in his basket, and started digging a hole under the tree next to him.

People believe in the importance of burial for peace. If this applies to people, why shouldn't a hunting dog that fought alongside them be buried as well, especially a good dog that risked its life to protect its master?

Meanwhile, the others had already begun bleeding and gutting the wild boar, preparing for the aftermath of their prey.

Chen Gaoshan gathered up a set of pig offal, walked over, and threw it directly into the pit that Ma Wanzhong had dug.

"Bury it with the pigs in the water, so that even if it dies a dog, it will be well-fed and won't starve in the afterlife."

Ma Wanzhong looked up at Chen Gaoshan, nodded, filled the pit, and piled up a small mound of earth.

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