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Chapter 839 Foxhound, dead!

He broke off the ice picks and ice cubes one by one from the cliff, pulled up the hem of his clothes and pocketed a bunch. Seeing that it was almost enough, Lu Lu took these salty ice cubes back towards the selected camping site.

When I got to the fire, I put the ice picks on the snow, found a birch tree, peeled off a piece of bark, and simply bent it into a funnel shape. I tied it with two strings made from the bark of the kiwi tree, and then tied it up. The bucket-shaped container was placed next to the fire and held up with wooden sticks to prevent it from tipping. Then the ice picks brought back were smashed and placed inside to melt and evaporate.

Anyway, there is no rush, no need to put it on the fire to cook, just stay here for one night and keep it evaporating.

Tomorrow he planned to drag the blind bear to the road, set up traps everywhere to see the harvest, and send the harvest to the road for people to move out. Then he would follow the group of sika deer.

Now, the main thing is to go hunt a jumping cat or other small animals and come back to fill your stomach.

While Lu Lu was slowly wandering around the mountains, looking for traces of wild animals, in the forest three kilometers away, a fox hound was barking and chasing an injured red deer.

Torres was very lucky. Not long after entering the mountain, he saw a leopard.

He didn't expect that things would happen so suddenly. He originally thought of going deeper into the mountains to find wild animals. Unexpectedly, he discovered it as soon as he entered. For a moment, he was a little dazed.

But the leopard was also alarmed. It was the alarm that made Torres notice it, and it immediately jumped down from the tree.

The sound of swaying leaves and falling snow, as well as the fox hound that immediately rushed towards the leopard when he saw it, made him react instantly and raise his gun to shoot.

What a pity, the leopard ran off the tree and was quite agile and quick.

Even though Torres thought he was an excellent marksman, he still shot blankly.

The foxhound chased it all the way, and Torres didn't want to let go of the leopard and followed the footprints.

Leopards are extremely fast, and can even sprint at a speed of more than 300 kilometers per hour, but they are only sprints. They have to stop after running for two or three hundred meters because their bodies cannot bear the load.

In this respect, it is a little worse than the cheetah, which can run at a high speed of 800 meters.

When running long distances, leopards can only maintain a speed of fifty kilometers per hour, which is about the same speed as bears, wild boars and other animals.This is why they choose to raid more often.

The fox hound was left behind for a short time, but five or six minutes later it caught up with the leopard, which was resting in the snow.

Seeing that Torres did not follow, the Leopard, who had taken a short rest, was not afraid of the fox hound. The two sides were in a stalemate for two or three minutes. The Leopard probably recovered and charged at the fox hound who was barking at the side and did not dare to approach immediately. past.

Dogs have a natural fear of big paws and leopards, and it is only because of training that this fox hound is not so afraid. However, if you want to let it deal with the leopard alone, it still cannot do it, and it is no match at all.

The leopard in the wilderness is a powerful being second only to its big paws, and its size is much larger than the leopards in other places. This is a being that can hunt lynx.

A lynx in the wilderness is more than capable of dealing with a hound due to its agility.

Suddenly he saw the leopard rushing towards him, the fox hound barked strangely, turned around and ran away.

But how could its speed be faster than that of a leopard?

Instinctively feeling that danger was coming, it turned around and bit back, but the leopard bit it in the abdomen first, and both of them rolled out.

Torres, who was running quickly after him, heard the barking and snapping sounds of fox hounds in the distance. He knew that the situation was critical. On the first day he entered the mountain, something went wrong with his hound. In the next four days, something happened to his hound. Time was not easy to deal with. Without the hunting dogs, it would be more difficult for him to find prey by himself. Moreover, it was not safe at night, so he decisively raised his gun and fired a shot into the sky.

Amidst the banging sound, the Leopard looked warily towards the direction of the gunfire, and the Foxhound also took the opportunity to jump away and run back.

The leopard didn't dare to stay and immediately ran into the forest.

When Torres saw his fox hound, he saw a patch of red on his belly. He frowned slightly and helped to check the wound. He found that there was no vital injury, just some skin trauma, and he was relieved.

Looking at the leopard footprints on the ground, he hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't bear to give up, so he led the hunting dog and chased out again along the footprints.

This pursuit took almost an hour and a half.

It has to be said that Torres still has some skills in judging the traces left by prey. After estimating that he was not far away from the leopard, he began to become cautious.After searching for a while, I saw a leopard climbing a lime tree from a distance. Unfortunately, it was far away. The double-barreled shotgun provided in the hunting ground had an effective shooting range of only 50 meters...

Torres had to move closer.

However, the golden leopard that had just been frightened was at its most acute, and its hearing and smell were even worse. It was not so easy to get close.

Therefore, although he was already walking very slowly, the fox hound beside him was excited and emboldened with the presence of his owner, and chased the leopard again.

The leopard immediately jumped from the tree it was on to another tree, and then jumped down into the snow. Seeing that it was about to run away, Torres couldn't care less, raised his gun, and fired two shots. The first shot missed. The second shot finally hit the leopard, but only took off a section of its tail.

But precisely because of this, facing the approaching fox hound, the leopard jumped to the tree several times, howled, climbed up to a high place and looked down.

There was no place to escape. Now, Torres was relieved. He opened the shotgun, loaded two single bullets, stood under the tree, raised his hand and shot, this time hitting the leopard's head.

The leopard immediately fell from the tree and hit the ground hard, causing snowflakes to fly.After confirming that the leopard was dead, Torres rushed aside the fox hound that was biting the leopard, took out a knife to disembowel the leopard, and fed the heart to the hound.

Every time you catch a prey, there will be such a reward, and the habits everywhere seem to be similar.

After finishing the work, he threw the leopard on his shoulders and walked towards the center of the hunting ground.

When he arrived at the hunting ground, he also spent a few days there. The terrain was probably very clear, so he dragged it if he couldn't carry it. It took him more than half an hour to finally reach the mountain valley where the center of the hunting ground was.

This coming and going has already taken a whole morning away.

After the prey was transported away by the hunting guide vehicle, he looked at the hunting vehicle responsible for transporting the prey to Lu Lu. There were no extra tracks. From this, he concluded that Lu Lu had not harvested yet, and he couldn't help but feel more and more contemptuous.

But when it comes to the contract, he also knows how much more revenue there will be if there is an additional condition, and he just wants to make Lu Lu completely defeated.

So he turned around and led the dog into the forest again.

Unexpectedly, within half an hour, the fox hound found some red deer hoof prints. After sniffing them, he barked at him twice. Torres was extremely happy. This time he didn't want the fox hound to run around, so he immediately took out the rope. He tied the belt around its collar and followed it all the way. In about half a quarter of an hour, he saw a group of more than ten red deer in a valley.

This made him overjoyed. It would be terrible if they were all defeated.

He carefully avoided the upwind direction, went around to the downwind, risked his waist, and got closer with the shotgun in hand.

The trouble was, this was in an open area, and the shooting distance was too far. While calming the eager fox hound, he got closer and closer.Finally getting within range, with the help of a bush, he took a deep breath and raised his gun to aim.

There was a loud gunshot, and a red deer was hit in the head and fell to the ground immediately.

Suddenly, the deer were frightened and ran away.

Torres moved the muzzle of his gun slightly and fired again. This shot also hit, but not the vital part, but injured the abdomen. He still followed the deer into the forest.

He wanted to fight more, so he quickly untied the rope and gave the order for the fox hound to chase.

This was just a herbivore, and it was not as dangerous for a fox hound to deal with it as a leopard, so he felt relieved.

However, he underestimated the speed of red deer. Running has always been what they are best at, and it is not something that hunting dogs can easily catch up with.

Soon, the barking of the fox hound disappeared into the woods.

Torres held the shotgun and trotted along following the footprints, adjusting his breathing, and chased after him.

He was going to chase this herd of deer. If he could capture the herd in the next few days, these dozen deer, plus the leopard, would be a very proud achievement no matter where he was. .

You know, even if he goes to Alaska, if he can catch a decent prey in one day, it will be considered very good.

The injured red deer ran and bled all the way, staining the snow with spots, and was finally dropped by the deer herd.

The fox hound finally caught up and stood in front of the red deer, barking and getting closer, ready to attack at any time.

The red deer lowered its head on guard, backed away a little, and from time to time raised its head and called in the direction the deer were leaving.

At this moment, the fox hound suddenly attacked the red deer.

The red deer jumped aside in surprise, turned around and ran in the direction the deer were leaving. However, the foxhound kept chasing behind it. When it bit its hind foot, the red deer suddenly turned around, lowered its head and rushed towards it. The fox hound picked it up.

This is a male red deer. The antlers on its head are at their strongest and will fall off after a while.

The fox hound biting its hind legs was almost thrown away when it turned around. Just as it let go, it was too late to jump away, and it was picked up by the antlers. It flew up and fell to the ground. Before he had time to stand up, the frantic red deer rushed over again, hitting his head hard on the fox hound, and ravaged the fox hound with several powerful hooves, causing the fox hound to scream in agony.

Immediately afterwards, the red deer jumped up crazily, and a pair of front hooves stamped on the fox hound, seven or eight times in succession.

This time it became serious. Only the screams of the foxhound were left on the snow, and he could no longer stand up.

The red deer watched for a while, then seemed to feel that the threat was gone, turned around and ran slowly into the forest.

It took Torres a lot of time to find his fox hound. However, when he saw it, the hound's ribs had been broken. It looked like the chest had collapsed, and there seemed to be something wrong with the spine. A pair of front legs stood up, but the back half of the body was drooping on the ground.

Abandoned!

Torres looked at the scene before him and knew it couldn't be saved.For him, hunting dogs are just tools. If one is gone, another one will be replaced. It’s just that he likes this one better, but it’s not impossible to change. So, he roared angrily, raised the shotgun, and fired the first day. After shooting the hunting dog to death with his seventh shot, he continued to chase him along the blood trail.More than ten minutes later, I saw the fallen red deer. (End of chapter)