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

The remaining wild boars, with their rear ends sticking out, ran wildly all over the mountain, taking off like madmen.

But they've run into trouble today.

The patrol team consisted of six people and ten hunting dogs, working together seamlessly and giving the dogs no chance to escape.

The group split into two teams, following the footprints and listening to the barking dogs, and chased after them for three miles, launching a counter-encirclement and suppression of the wild boars.

Finally, this group of wild boars, in a panic, had nowhere to run and were trapped in a sheltered burrow with no way out.

"Being beaten like a dog."

Chen Gaoshan raised his gun, aimed at the strongest sow, and fired first. Gunshots rang out.

Bang bang bang bang, one after another.

Not long after that.

The wild boars were lying haphazardly on the ground: a large sow that looked to weigh over 200 pounds, seven half-grown wild boar piglets weighing around 100 pounds each, and one of the eight wild boars was dead.

Wild boars are social animals, and in the summer they mostly live in small groups.

When winter comes, the weather turns cold and the snow is thick, and food is hard to find, several wild boars will band together and form a large herd.

Moreover, in the hot summer, wild boars don't build burrows and just lie down in the grass and barn to make do.

In winter, when the temperature is too low, they are afraid of freezing, so they will dig nests in the coniferous forest depressions near where they eat to avoid the wind and cold.

The dog found a natural sheltered hollow in the coniferous forest, and just happened to run into a whole herd of wild boars. It was incredibly lucky.

Ma Wanzhong often goes into the mountains to play with dogs and hunt. He always carries hemostatic powder, thick needles and thread, and liquor with him to deal with situations where his dogs get injured in the mountains.

I crouched down and took a look.

Tiger, the team's bravest hunting dog, had a large gash torn in its belly by the tusks of the raging sow.

The skin and flesh were turned inside out, bloody, and you could even see the yellowish fat underneath.

Tiger used to jump into people's arms and frolic after hunting, but today he's completely listless.

It trembled all over in pain, but still didn't make a fuss. It just whimpered softly and looked at its owner with a pitiful expression.

Ma Wanzhong reached out and touched the dog's head.

"Good Tiger, I'll give you a big commendation today. Lie down."

Tiger seemed to understand human nature, and immediately lay down obediently on the ground.

"Shanzi, Xiaokouzi, and Wuyang, the three of you lend a hand. One of you hold its head down, and the other two hold its four legs down. Don't let it move. It's hot today. If we don't stitch up and disinfect the wound, it will fester and get maggots in less than two days, and this dog will be ruined."

The three men crouched down and grabbed Tiger.

Chen Gaoshan pressed down on the dog's head, watching the obedient hunting dog endure the pain.

Wild boars in the mountains are impossible to eradicate; they reproduce quickly, run fast, and have thick skin and are resistant to damage.

When people go into the mountains to hunt, they still need hunting dogs to find wild boar dens; dogs are the hunter's most reliable partners.

Once everyone had secured the dog, Ma Wanzhong moved very quickly.

They poured liquor on the wound to disinfect it, and Tiger trembled all over in pain.

After disinfecting, sprinkle a layer of hemostatic powder, and then use a thick needle and thread to suture and fasten the everted skin and flesh.

Wang Tongsuo, who was watching from the side, grimaced as if he were in more pain than if he were the one suffering.

"This Tiger is such a good dog, Uncle Wanzhong. Could you give me one of his puppies? I'll definitely raise it well."

After Ma Wanzhong finished sewing the last stitch, he cut the thread.

Chen Gaoshan stood up.

"Forget about the puppies for now. You three, you and Xiao Kouzi are all safe. Hurry up and bring back those two wild boars we just killed. There are lots of leopard cats and leopard cats in the mountains. If you're a little late, they might get snatched away."

"Alright."

The three were young, strong, and fast.

In less than half an hour, the three of them, panting heavily, carried both wild boars back to their lodging.

They found a clean, open space and planned to feed the wild boar some food, gut it, and keep the edible parts, especially the belly. As for the intestines, they hung them on a tree.

Take out their hearts and livers as an extra treat for the hunting dogs that performed meritorious service today.

The hunting dogs devoured the wild boar offal, howling and wolfing it down.

The ten wild boars were cleaned up and carried on everyone's shoulders.

Chen Gaoshan was the strongest and carried a large sow weighing over 200 pounds, even after it had been gutted.

Qian Zhuizi didn't hesitate either, gritting his teeth and carrying off another large sow.

They carried the remaining half-grown wild boar on their backs.

Black Tiger Mountain is very deep and long, with dense forests, so it's impossible that there's only such a small group of wild boars.

Chen Gaoshan decided to deal with this batch of wild boars first, and then go back into the mountains to continue hunting wild boars.

We've only walked less than a mile.

The hunting dogs that were scouting ahead suddenly perked up again, barking loudly, unlike their barking when they encountered the wild boar earlier.

Chen Gaoshan stopped and put the wild boar he was carrying on the ground.

He stepped closer and parted the straw to take a look. There was a large patch of dark, dried blood on the ground, which looked like it was at least two days old.

There was a pile of footprints on the ground, the most conspicuous of which were paw prints shaped like plum blossoms. These were the footprints of a mountain weasel, and there was no mistake for them.

But next to the bloodstains were a bunch of strange-looking footprints.

It looks somewhat like a human footprint, but only the front half of the foot is visible; the heel is missing.

At first glance, it looks like the mark of a bear, but the size doesn't match at all.

"Uncle Wanzhong, come and take a look. What kind of footprints are these? I can't figure them out."

Qian Zhuizi, who was guarding the prey, didn't move. The remaining people immediately surrounded him, squatting down and examining the grass closely, all looking completely bewildered.

Ma Wanzhong stared at the footprints, becoming more and more puzzled, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"That's strange. The marks look like those of a black bear cub, but something's not right."

"Even if a big black bear is hungry, it wouldn't let its cubs out to forage for food. For the time being, I really can't figure out what kind of wild animal it is."

Just as everyone was pondering this, Qian Zhuizi, who was on guard duty in the distance, suddenly shouted.

"Captain, come quick, there's a greenhorn's head hanging here."

On a branch of a nearby tree, a green leopard was hanging, surrounded by large flies.

Its head was stuck in a crevice in the tree branch, its mouth wide open, revealing a mouthful of sharp white fangs. In a few days, its eyes would be covered with maggots, making it look almost like a candied apple.

Little Button stood behind, feeling a little uneasy.

"Brother Shanzi, this is too weird. What kind of wild animal is so ferocious? It can kill a grown-up shrew and even hang its head on a tree."

"Could it really be Black Bear's offspring? But how could a little Black Bear have the ability to take on a sly fox one-on-one?"

Chen Gaoshan stared at the head on the tree branch, frowning.

It's definitely not a tree-climbing leopard; it's a mountain weasel. The footprints don't match.

It couldn't possibly be a little black bear cub. A cub like that is no match for a grown-up black bear, let alone one with a strong bite force that could bite off its head and leave it hanging on a tree branch after it's killed.

"Uncle Wan Zhong, you've been into the mountains many times, have you ever seen this before? What exactly is it?"

Ma Wanzhong stared at the green-skinned head on the tree, then looked down at the messy footprints on the ground.

"Now that you ask, I really can't remember. It looks like a badger's paw print, but it's bigger. Something's been weird up Black Tiger Mountain today."