A bag of ribs could barely fill the stomach of a large dog, and a piece of rib was only enough to fill the gap between the teeth.
The white dog unreservedly distributed the bag of ribs to everyone. Although it was only a small favor, how could these stray dogs have seen this before? The dog hierarchy was strict. It had always been the leader who had eaten enough and left, leaving the other dogs to eat the leftovers.
Whether it was the ones who got the ribs or not, the gray eyes of the stray dogs lit up again. They looked at the white dog with admiration. They had never seen such a leader. Now, as long as the white dog gave the order, they would be willing to die.
The white dog was very satisfied with their eyes. He looked at the German Shepherd and said, "Okay, now take me over. Let's see which other stray dogs can become our brothers."
The German Shepherd took the lead, leading the white dog and the large group to run in a certain direction. It was closer to the territory of the bloodthirsty pit bull and knew the movements of its old rival.
"What the f * ck? What's going on? "
The forklift driver, who was resting after work, raised his eyebrows and dropped the cigarette he was smoking halfway on his pants, almost burning a hole in the pants of his overalls.
He was stunned to see a large group of stray dogs running wildly, like a group of locusts passing through, raising a lot of dust wherever they ran. He had never seen so many stray dogs gathered together.
"Close the door! Close the door! "
After a while, he finally reacted and shouted desperately to the driver of the road roller because the latter was on the running route of the stray dogs. In his view, the stray dogs were simply attacking the latter.
"What?"
The driver of the road roller was peeing by the side of the car. It was nearing the end, but he was still shaking unhurriedly.
There was a distance between the two cars, and they couldn't hear very clearly.
"I told you to get in the car! The dog is coming! "
The forklift driver pointed in one direction and shouted.
The driver of the road roller turned his head and felt a chill in his crotch. The machine gun had splattered on his pants.
"Oh my God!" He didn't care about his pants. He crawled back to the driver's seat and closed the door. His eyes widened in horror, and his hands fumbled around in panic. He felt a metal crowbar and held it tightly in his hand. His palms were sweaty.
The ferocious stray dogs covered the sky and covered the earth as they rushed towards the road roller, towards him.
If a large number of stray dogs really attacked them, the glass of the car would never be able to stop them. The crowbar was also dispensable and could only play a psychological role.
He noticed that the one running at the front was the leader of the German Shepherd Club. So it was really an upset. Was it this German Shepherd that unified the four stray dog groups? Coincidentally, he was the German Shepherd who had placed the bet.
The odds were reversed, and the villa was next to the sea. It seemed that he could win some wine money this time.
He also admired himself. At this time, he was still concerned about winning or losing the bet. He didn't know if the money he had was enough to buy an urn for himself.
The dogs were getting closer and closer, and the forklift driver who was watching on the side was also sweating. He didn't know if the dogs would target him after attacking the road roller driver.
However, the stray dog came in a hurry and left in a hurry. It did not stop by the road roller at all. It rushed past the side without even looking at the driver, leaving only the choking dust and the stench of the road.
"What's going on?"
The two drivers, who had survived the disaster, couldn't help but be stunned. Were the dogs not here to attack the two of them?
They could have driven over to find out the truth, but they were covered in sweat and almost collapsed. They didn't even have time to be happy that they had saved their lives. How could they care about anything else?
The area of the landfill was very large. The acceleration of urbanization had caused more people to concentrate in the city, and more and more garbage was produced. It was impossible not to reserve more space. In theory, this large area of saline-alkali land belonged to the scope of the landfill, but most of it was still empty.
The German Shepherd led the way for a while, then slowly slowed down and turned back to the white dog. It was the territory of the Pit Bull Gang.
The white dog's two front legs were in the air, and it stood on its hind legs for a short time to get a better view.
It saw a lot of dogs gathered in front of it. The number was no less than on its side, but it was divided into two groups. It seemed that they were also confronting each other.
The other stray dogs also stopped one after another.
"What's going on?" the white dog asked. "Are those two groups of dogs all stray dogs?"
The giant mastiff and the mixed breed rottweiler also came to their senses, barking and fighting to answer, indicating that the smaller group was a stray dog, and the larger group was a wild dog that had been here for many years. They were each other's eyesores, and it seemed that the wild dogs were here to pick a fight again.
Of course, the giant mastiff and the mixed breed rottweiler couldn't say it so clearly, but a lot of the meaning could be understood from their angry expressions and tone.
"I see." The white dog nodded.
The wild dog it had just encountered had already made it clear what kind of trash these dogs were. They were like a gang of bandits who occupied the mountain and did all kinds of evil.
Among the four stray dog leaders, the bloodthirsty pit bull might not be the strongest, but it was definitely the most ruthless. It dared to exchange blood for blood and life for life. It would rather sacrifice itself to injure the enemy a thousand times. It was precisely because of this that its territory was also the largest among the four dog leaders. Not only did it encroach on the territory of the other three dog leaders, but it also continued to expand into the territory of the wild dogs, fighting all day long.
But today's confrontation was not initiated by it. It was the dog king of the wild dogs who had accumulated a grudge against it for a long time. It had led its subordinates to annihilate the bloodthirsty pit bull in one fell swoop.
The dog king of the wild dogs rarely appeared directly, and even the landfill workers rarely saw it with their own eyes. There were many rumors that it had died, died of injuries, died of challenges from other wild dogs, or died of old age. But its appearance had dispelled these rumors.
The dog king was also a local dog, black from head to toe. It was missing an ear, and one of its eyelids had been bitten off by other dogs. Its body was covered in scars, which was proof of its experience in battle.
It didn't look too strong, but its body exuded a chilling aura. When those cold eyes stared at you, it was like being stared at by the god of death.
Even the violent, bloodthirsty, and fearless pit bull showed unprecedented caution in the face of this legendary dog king. It didn't take the initiative to attack.
Among the white dog's newly recruited subordinates, only a small number of the original German Shepherd stray dogs remained quiet when they moved. The other dogs ran excitedly and barked, so the wild dogs and the members of the pit bull gang discovered their arrival very early.
It was also because of the arrival of this unknown force that the wild dog king, who was originally about to launch an attack, temporarily postponed its attack plan. It stared coldly at the white dog. Perhaps humans would misunderstand who the leader of this group of dogs was, but it wouldn't.
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