My 1995 Small Farm.

Chapter 309 Poisonous Miasma

Dogs are intelligent and perceptive.

Dogs also have dignity, especially hunting dogs; the more skilled the hunting dog, the stronger its self-esteem.

Although Chen Ling thought his two dogs were quite nice.

Others also thought this dog was incredibly powerful, even more so than the King of Dogs, capable of hunting pigs, wolves, and leopards, and unafraid even when facing a lynx head-on.

You probably wouldn't find one like this out of ten thousand hunting dogs.

But these are all human thoughts, human ideas.

Dogs don't think that way.

It felt so powerful, yet the two of them together couldn't even capture that strange-looking lynx; it was truly embarrassing.

I felt a surge of anger welling up inside me.

So when everyone woke up in the morning, they found that Chen Ling's two dogs were unusually fierce. Even the playful and energetic big black dog was unusually serious, making the group of hunting dogs that followed them into the mountains not dare to play around too much.

After everyone followed Chen Ling and Liu Guangli to the steep mountain on one side of the gorge, they followed the wild boar's trail and arrived at the place where the poisoned bait was placed, following the markings.

The situation was encouraging; sure enough, an injured boar lay on the slope, only a few dozen meters from the stream below.

The boar was drugged and passed out.

However, the area around where the boar fell, spanning more than two meters in radius, was completely disturbed by the boar's rotting.

The fallen leaves were piled up everywhere, as if the ground had been plowed, leaving a mess.

"Good heavens, is this the ferocity of a boar?"

The young people in Han Ninggui's team were dumbfounded.

Chen Ling chuckled and said, "This is a big-toothed boar that was badly injured after its defeat."

The implication is that if it had been an uninjured and not exhausted wild boar, the situation would have been far more serious than it is now.

Han Ninggui squatted down to take a look. The pig was indeed badly injured. Its belly and neck were pierced in many places by another large boar, with flesh turned inside out and a lot of blood flowing out.

"How to deal with it?"

Taking down a large boar with medicine is a considerable haul, but this boar, weighing over 300 to nearly 400 pounds, is not easy to handle.

"Let's untie the pig. After we're done, everyone can take some back with them."

Chen Ling looked at Liu Guangli and Wang Lixian: "Uncle Guangli? Brother Xian?"

The two nodded: "Okay, we'll butcher the meat and feed it to the dog."

Although the pig was poisoned, it did not die. After being given two bowls of water, it will wake up once the effects of the medicine wear off.

Feeding this meat to dogs is perfectly fine.

However, it must be cooked before it's eaten by humans.

So the three of them and the hunters from Kinmen Village got busy, while the others could only watch.

But just as they were butchering the pig, another accident occurred.

Suddenly, Xiao Jin, who was guarding the side, looked up sharply towards the pine forest behind the distant ridge. It raised its head high, sniffed the air, and its ears perked up. With a "woof," it rushed forward.

Meanwhile, Heiwa sniffed the footprints left by the wild boars at the bottom of the slope. It was a step slower than Xiaojin, but its eyes quickly became alert and sharp, and it led a pack of hunting dogs away at breakneck speed.

It's in front of us like the arrowhead of a released arrow.

Everyone was shocked.

Chen Ling quickly stood up as well: "What's going on? It's so early in the morning, the dew hasn't even dried yet, what could be there?"

Standing up, he saw a herd of wild boars resting in the pine forest on the distant mountain.

No one else has his discerning eye.

It's unclear whether Heiwa Xiaojin was feeling resentful and angry because he failed to catch the lynx last night and needed to vent his frustration.

If this were replaced by another hunting dog, after several failed hunts, the dog's confidence would greatly diminish, or even disappear, and the dog would be ruined.

The two most important qualities for a hunting dog are confidence and courage.

If one is missing, the person is useless and can only be taken back to guard the house and live out their old age.

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and worry, Chen Ling put down his hunting knife and said, "You guys start butchering the meat, I'll take a few men and go check it out."

"Okay, then be careful."

Everyone has a gun, and it's daytime, so if we're careful, there shouldn't be any major problems.

Then Chen Ling and several other villagers, including Chen Ze, followed the pack of dogs.

Upon reaching the pine forest, the barking of dogs was already deafening.

It was Xiao Jin who led the charge into the herd of pigs, and together with Heiwa and a pack of hunting dogs, they surrounded the large lone pig that had just joined the group.

In the past, when wild boars gathered in groups, they would scatter and flee if they were frightened.

But things are different now; it's boar herding season.

The same applies to lone pigs who have just joined the group.

When mating season arrives, how can the sows allow mating if the herd is not protected?
The swarm of dogs did not scare it away; instead, it aroused its ferocity.

The boar, which had just defeated the herd of pigs last night, was brimming with confidence and at its peak of aggression.

Meanwhile, Heiwa and Xiaojin had been holding back their resentment and anger all night, waiting to vent it.

The two sides clashed and engaged in fierce combat the moment they met.

This large boar, weighing around 400 jin (approximately 200 kg), had gleaming, sharp tusks like daggers. It charged wildly towards the pack of hunting dogs, its snorts flaring.

They say a wild boar charges forward recklessly. When this wild boar is surrounded and enraged, it doesn't care who it is; it will charge at anyone it catches.

It charged at the other hunting dogs.

This was exactly what Xiao Jin wanted.

Little Jin jumped up and bit the boar's tail.

The boar, in pain, instinctively lunged forward, lunged, and headbutted. With a muffled thud, a small game carp, weighing at least 60 pounds, was sent flying five or six meters away by the boar's headbutt.

"Yoohoo!" On the opposite hill, Chen Ling fired his gun into the air, shouting so loudly that the hesitant sow in the pine forest was startled and scattered in all directions.

Because if a male wild boar initiates an attack, it is possible for the female wild boar to join in the resistance.

Just like in other seasons, the female wild boars are indecisive; when the males run, they run too, exhibiting a certain degree of blind obedience.

Although I don't know why my two dogs brought a pack of dogs to surround the pig without being commanded.

But now that a fight has broken out, all I can do is minimize the danger.

Don't let it turn into a situation where it started with dogs surrounding pigs and ended up with pigs surrounding dogs.

Chen Ling fired his gun, and those who had come with him followed suit. The gunfire emboldened the pack of hunting dogs, who became even more ferocious, barking incessantly.

Even the yellow earth hunter that had been thrown into the air scrambled to its feet, barking as it charged forward again.

The wild boars were being attacked by the sows who were leading their piglets as they fled, while the boars, increasingly enraged, continued to attack the pack of dogs.

When it comes to wild boars, they are least afraid of being fierce when you have guns and dogs.

It's a good thing that it's fierce.

A fierce pig is easier to keep and easier to catch.

The wild boars that turn tail and run away when they get scared are the hardest to catch.

This type of pig is the one that can live the longest in the mountains.

Sometimes, being cowardly can save your life.

That's absolutely true.

Now, this boar picked off any dog ​​it saw, its tusks sharp and pointed, causing the pack of hunting dogs to fight and retreat, only daring to bark wildly, but not daring to step forward and confront its sharpness.

At this moment, Xiao Jin and Heiwa pounced on it and started biting.

Heiwa, this dog, used to hunt boars haphazardly, biting their ears and leg hollows, and liked to rely on brute force to do whatever it wanted.

But since mating with the wolf, it seems to have learned a lot.

He suddenly understood.

When Xiao Jin tried to poke the boar's anus, it went to bite the boar's ear.

The two dogs worked in perfect harmony, causing the boar to shake its head repeatedly in pain, flicking it to the left and then to the right, howling and trying to knock Heiwa away, but Heiwa clung tightly to its body.

It went east and Heiwa went east; it went west and Heiwa went west, so they could only anxiously spin around in circles.

At this moment, Liu Guangli's two dogs proved to be good canines. They seized the opportunity to attack. The blue dog bit the boar's other ear, while the yellow dog followed Xiao Jin to gnaw on the wild boar's anus.

"Ouch... Ouch..." The boar howled in pain, and with the sows running away, it finally decided to retreat.

Ignoring the dog biting him, he used his long fangs to drive away the pack of hunting dogs surrounding him and fled down the mountain.

Wild boars are not afraid of going uphill but afraid of going downhill. If the mountain is steep, their short front legs can't support their weight. Plus, with four dogs biting them, they had almost 200 pounds hanging from their ears alone.

Rushing down the mountain, it rolled and tumbled all the way down the mountain.

But this roll gave the boar a chance to escape from a desperate situation, and he unintentionally got rid of the four dogs on his back.

Although half of its ears were bitten off, its tail was bitten off at the root, and its testicles were torn and bitten open, it managed to escape.

"Start the fire!" Upon seeing this, Chen Ling immediately ordered his men to fire at the wild boar.

These ungrateful pigs hold grudges, so we dare not let them out again, or they might take revenge sometime.

After firing a few shots, the wild boar was wounded. Then they saw the four dogs chasing after it again, so they stopped firing, put away their guns, and gave chase.

The boar ran away, kicking up fallen leaves. The morning dew had not yet dried when it howled and spewed air from its mouth and nose. It crossed four hills, but was bitten on the back by Little Gold on the way, and blood splattered all over the mountain.

Chen Ling felt that his dog had really gone berserk today.

Where did they chase all the pigs?

They couldn't outrun four people on two legs, so they left only a hunting dog to lead the way and slowly chase after them.

After traversing mountains and valleys, they finally arrived at a riverbank at sunrise, only to find that the large boar had been mauled to death by a pack of dogs.

The fatal wound was obvious.

A large hole was opened in the back door, and pig intestines were scattered all over the ground.

Looking around, the wild grass along the riverbank within a ten-meter radius had been crushed flat; it was truly a scene of blood everywhere.

Seeing this, Chen Ling knew there was no point in saying anything, so he called Chen Ze and the others over to gut the wild boar.

I just said I hadn't fed the dogs yet and they came running over. Now they've killed a big pig. These dogs could eat for a month straight without any problem.

When I arrived, I was butchering the animals, so I didn't bring many knives. I simply cut open the belly and fed the heart, lungs, intestines, and other internal organs to the dogs.

Hunting dogs have a large appetite, eating more than ten kilograms of meat in one meal, and two meals a day are sufficient.

Apart from the offal Chen Ling left for the mountain sacrifice, the rest of the pig's internal organs were quickly eaten up by them. Finally, a piece of fatty meat with skin on the pig's belly was thrown to them to gnaw on.

Late autumn is the time when wild animals fatten up, and this pig has quite a bit of fat on its belly.

The dogs devoured the food with great gusto.

Chen Ling and the others simply butchered the pig with axes and hunting knives, chopped off the big pig's head and discarded it in the mountains, which could be considered a way to offer sacrifices to the mountain.

They cut down a few sturdy oak branches, bundled them up, and carried them back.

After reuniting with the others, everyone was quite surprised to see that they had hunted another large boar.

Although Chen Ling had the hawk send a message saying everything was fine, he didn't expect that it had hunted down a large boar.

Now we'll be busy back at camp.

It wasn't until noon that the group finished eating the two pigs.

We smoked some dried meat and roasted pork at the camp.

Han Ninggui sat on a large rock in front of the tent and exclaimed with a smile, "You guys who hunt often are really good. You came to the mountains for two days and you caught this pig. Now we can get down to business."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ling turned around and asked, "By the way, Uncle Han, you just said you've made another new discovery, but you didn't say what it is. Besides these cranes, what else in these mountains do you need to investigate?"

"Hey, you probably wouldn't understand this even if I explained it, and you probably wouldn't pay much attention to this kind of thing, but it's actually quite important to our research..."

Han Ninggui and Feng Yi exchanged a glance and slowly said, "When we were looking for the plant from your house, we accidentally entered a valley with a special kind of miasma. This miasma is poisonous."

"Poisonous miasma?"

Chen Ling frowned. They were north of the Yangtze River, and miasma was only found in the south. Moreover, after entering the new era, miasma, whether poisonous or not, no longer existed.

Can you be sure about that?

"I can confirm it."

Han Ninggui nodded seriously and earnestly: "I discovered this miasma valley by accident. That day, Lao Feng went out with Li Xian and Da Zhi to look for that plant. My students and I were wandering around picking wild vegetables to cook something. We ended up taking the dog into that valley. When we came out, the dog was listless and even foamed at night. It only recovered after we gave it water..."

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