Old Time Tea was not afraid of anything, but the legend about the Bei was so magical that it was somewhat afraid. When Zhang Zian said that it was not a Bei, but an American badger, it relaxed a little. However, he said that the badger might be the prototype of the Bei, which shocked it.
Zhang Zian didn't care whether it was a badger or a Bei. Animals were animals, and they couldn't be smarter than humans. He had suffered before because of his fixed thinking and underestimated the enemy. As long as he paid attention, the American badger wouldn't be able to overturn the sky. The Qing Dynasty was long gone!
Compared to the American badger, he paid more attention to the movements of the black wolfdog.
Chinese villagers often saw big yellow or black dogs and called them wolfhounds. In daily life, some people also called German Shepherds wolfhounds. But in fact, it should be the offspring of a wolf and a dog to be a wolfhound. At least, it should have the blood of a wolf.
There was no reproductive isolation between dogs, wolves, and coyotes. As long as they wanted to, they could do any kind of combination. Of course, if a pet dog that was too small and a wolf or coyote … it was basically impossible to have a wolfdog because their bodies were too small to provide enough nutrition and growth space for a large fetus.
There were many stray cats in the United States, but stray dogs were rare because the management of dog owners in the United States was relatively strict. In addition to the fact that dogs could not be abandoned, many states also stipulated in the form of legislation that dog owners must go out and walk their dogs for at least an hour a day.
The national conditions were different. If China stipulated that dog owners must walk their dogs for an hour a day, it was estimated that few people would really care about the time. However, Americans were sometimes quite serious. The vigilance of neighbors in the United States was comparable to the people in Chaoyang. Even if you did not mow the lawn in front of your house for a long time, the neighbors might call the police. If the neighbors calculated that you walked your dog for less than an hour a day, they might really call the police because they thought you were abusing the dog.
Although American houses were quite big, you could not use walking your dog at home instead of walking your dog outdoors as an excuse. Once the police came to your door, fines and education were inevitable. You might even be deprived of your right to raise a dog …
Even walking your dog was like this. If your dog disappeared for no reason and you did not look for it, the neighbors would be more suspicious, so you could not quietly abandon your dog, which resulted in very few stray dogs in the United States.
Of course, few didn't mean none. Like this black wolfhound, it was obviously the offspring of a coyote and a large dog. No dog owner would condone their dog with a coyote, right? Therefore, it must be a stray dog or a stray dog that had been wandering for a long time.
Real wolfhounds — not the native dogs or German Shepherds in the countryside — were generally very fierce. The natural affection that dogs had for humans had disappeared from wolfhounds, and the natural fear of humans did not exist in wolves. Therefore, a single wolfhound might be more dangerous than a single wolf.
Fortunately, there were very few stray dogs in the United States. Otherwise, with these rampant coyotes, they would give birth to a large number of wolfdogs. It was estimated that many people would be killed and injured every year.
The black wolfhound's eyes were fierce and indifferent. At first glance, one could tell that it was not a good person. However, no matter how powerful it was, it was impossible for it to be a match for the elfins. It was just that the elfins were afraid of the infectious prion protein and did not want to rashly come into physical contact with these wild canines.
The elfins did not make a move, and the coyotes did not retreat. They formed a stalemate across the bonfire.
The bonfire was reignited by Zhang Zian after he used solid alcohol to ignite it, but it was also like he was injected with chicken blood. He overdrew the life of the withered branches in advance in exchange for a short period of glory. After a long time, the bonfire slowly dimmed. Although it was still far from being completely extinguished, the deterrent to the coyotes was obviously reduced.
The coyotes were even more eager to move. The black wolfhound slowly moved forward, as if it was going to fight in person. When it walked to the bonfire, it must be the beginning of the battle.
Of course, Zhang Zian couldn't give the initiative to the coyotes. As Vladimir said, if the enemy wants to move, I move first.
He didn't know what role the American badger played in the coyotes. If it was really the original version of the wolf, it might be the military adviser of the coyotes.
There was a faint commotion in the deer herd. It seemed that the coyotes over there could not wait any longer and were ready to launch a strong attack on the deer herd.
To defeat this group of coyotes, one must first capture the king. To defeat this group of coyotes, one must first let their leader and military adviser taste the power.
However, the black wolfdog was very vigilant. It walked and stopped, not walking in a straight line. Instead, it slowly circled around Zhang Zian and the elfins. At the same time, it kept a close eye on their movements. The American badger had been hiding in a pit further away. Neither the bear spray nor the Taser gun could hurt the two of them. Besides, wasn't it too wasteful to use the precious Taser gun, which only had one shot, on a badger?
He had returned to the tent. The tent was set up against the tree, and his backpack was leaning against the trunk.
He used his body as a cover, reached behind him with one hand, and felt a long rod from his backpack.
It was dangerous to enter the virgin forest alone on foot, and the successive disappearances of Megan and Mike made him know that there was something strange in the forest. So, of course, the equipment he relied on for self-defense would not only be a bottle of bear spray, which was tantamount to suicide.
He did not lower his head or look back. Instead, he simply felt the rod up and down. One end of the rod was flat, but the other end felt different. It was slightly bulging, like a plastic cap.
The top of the cap was as rough as sandpaper. It was a very distinctive feature, designed to be unmistakable in the dark.
He put down the bear spray, freed his hands, and quickly unscrewed the cap. Before the coyotes could react, he raised his hands flat to his chest. One hand held the cap, and the other held the rod-like object. Both of them moved up and down.
Whoosh!
In the darkness, a dazzling red light burst from his chest, and the strong smell of sulfur filled his nose.
“Fire in the hole！”
He had long wanted to shout this classic line in the game, and today he finally had the chance.
At the same time he shouted, the shining red rod-like object was thrown out. It drew a circle in the air and rolled into the pit dug by the American badger.
He was not a professional basketball player, and his aim was not that good. Even if he was a professional basketball player, he might not be able to throw it accurately. After all, this was not a basketball.
Unsurprisingly, the rod-like object did not fall into the pit. It just fell on the edge of the pit, bounced twice, and the burning red flame quickly ignited the weeds around the pit.
The coyotes were confused by this sudden change, and the American badger was also on fire, screaming as it climbed out of the pit.
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