My 1995 Small Farm.

"What the hell? Is this really a mountain weasel? Or a barn weasel?"

Are mountain yak geese really that fierce?

Everyone was utterly shocked by the horrific scene.

It mainly gives me a slightly creepy feeling.

Deep in the mountains and forests, a group of small, weasel-like beasts were hunting a wild boar known for its domineering and rampant nature.

Everyone, including the lynx, felt a sense of absurdity, as if they were witnessing a ghost in broad daylight.

Chen Ling also felt that the scene was a bit strange. He suppressed his discomfort and said in a low voice, "Most of the Yao people around here live deep in the mountains, or they only come out at night... I don't really know what's going on here. I'll ask my father-in-law when I get back, or I'll go to Jinmen Village to ask Uncle Guangli and the others."

The mountain marten, also known as the yellow-throated marten.

They look quite like weasels, with small, inverted triangular heads, fluffy round ears, bright yellow throat patches on their chests, long, thick tails, and are about two sizes larger than weasels.

It's about the same size as a domestic cat.

Aside from being more vibrant and distinctly different in color, the yellow-throated marten resembles an enlarged version of a weasel.

But as Chen Ling said, yellow-throated martens are actually quite rare.

Or even if people saw it, they wouldn't care.

The meat doesn't taste good, and the hides can't be sold; they're even less valuable than squirrel pelts, so naturally, people don't pay much attention to them.

When everyone was speaking in hushed tones.

The eyes of the two tigers, Afu and Ashou, and a pack of dogs were fixed on the yellow-throated martens that were happily devouring the wild boar, and they kept making low growls.

The more they watched, the more agitated they became. With a roar, the two tigers couldn't resist leaping out and charging down.

The pack of dogs barked and rushed down the mountain after them.

Tigers are fierce and dogs are vicious.

If this were any other wild animal, it would have been terrified and fled in panic.

These yellow-throated martens, however, were surprisingly bold.

It was only startled at the very beginning, panicked for a moment, and let out a sharp, thin chirp, causing a slight commotion.

But then, seeing clearly that Afu, Ashou, and the pack of dogs were charging towards them, they became angry and stood upright on the wild boar.

They guard their prey closely.

It bared its teeth fiercely at the two tigers and the pack of dogs.

Good heavens, this is a tiger!

They didn't even run away, showing no fear whatsoever.

They even dared to bare their teeth and grin.

This arrogant and provocative attitude.

How could young, hot-blooded tigers like Afu and Ashou tolerate this?

With a loud roar, it charged forward aggressively.

Upon seeing this, the yellow-throated martens let out a squeak and scattered instantly.

But even as they scattered, they were reluctant to flee, leaping and darting around the tigers and dogs, using their small size to their advantage and looking for an opportunity to fight back.

Afu and Ashou, with their unpredictable tempers, could not tolerate such repeated provocations. They instantly flew into a rage, their eyes red, and each used their claws to pounce on a yellow-throated marten, beginning to growl and tear it apart in a muffled, furious manner.

The dogs were also enraged and pounced on the group of small yellow animals.

In situations where they are neither numerically or physically dominant.

The yellow-throated martens finally realized that these opponents were not to be trifled with.

They fled in panic, disappearing quickly into the woods.

Afu and Ashou were still furious and wanted to chase after them.

Chen Ling, who was being chased down the mountain, stopped them in time.

"Damn it, how come these mountain wolves are so fierce? They even bare their teeth at tigers! Could they really be sentient beings?!"

The Chen brothers swallowed hard, their hearts pounding again.

Upon hearing this, Chen Ze slapped each of the brothers on the back of the head: "Stop talking about becoming a spirit all the time. We're in the mountains, it's creepy."

"I don't want to talk nonsense, but this matter is too strange."

The group murmured amongst themselves, feeling both surprised and bewildered by what had just happened.

If it were a pack of wolves, or a pack of wild dogs, or even a group of wild boars, and they dared to confront a tiger, no one would find it strange.

The key is a group of small, weasel-like creatures.

Not only did they not run away from the tiger, but they even dared to fight back.

Everyone would find it strange and abnormal.

In the villagers' parlance, these things are a bit eerie.

To be honest, judging from the behavior of those yellow-throated martens just now, they were indeed more sinister than weasels.

After all, those stories about weasels are just legends.

This thing is really happening right under everyone's noses.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, we still have guns... If you see this thing again, don't say anything, just shoot."

As Chen Ling spoke, he and the lynx walked up to the big wild boar.

This wild boar was covered in wounds, with gaping holes everywhere, especially its belly, which was rotten beyond recognition.

The two squatted down and took a closer look. Chen Ling couldn't help but say, "These little things are really something else, picking out the best meat to eat."

"Of course. These mountain yaks are small and have small appetites, so they'll definitely pick out the best spots to eat. Isn't your bald son just like that?"

As the lynx spoke, it used its knife to poke at the wild boar's hind leg.

“This pig is thin, it must be sick or injured, otherwise these mountain wolves would have a chance to attack it.”

Chen Ling nodded and went with Chen Ze and the others to pick up the yellow-throated martens that the tigers and dogs had killed.

It has to be said that these yellow-throated martens have incredibly sharp teeth.

Despite the wild boar's thick skin, they managed to gnaw it until its entire body was covered in blood and gore.

As a result, Chen Ling and his team could no longer find the wild boar's original wounds.

But it doesn’t matter.

None of these factors affect the judgment.

Although no old wounds could be found on the wild boar.

But the foul stench emanating from the wild boar proved that there was definitely something wrong with it.

"This pig is really no good. A boar of this size usually weighs around 350 pounds."

If this pig hadn't been injured or sick, and had weighed a proper 350 jin (125 kg), I reckon these herd of mountain wolves wouldn't have been able to kill it.

What a pity! It's such a waste that this was an injured or sick pig.

They weren't eaten by jackals, wolves, tigers, or leopards.

In the end, he was bitten to death by these little creatures.

The lynx sighed.

Only wild boars weighing over 350 jin (approximately 125 kg) qualify as large wild boars.

These large wild boars roam freely in the mountains and rarely have natural enemies unless something unexpected happens.

Unless the injury leads to illness or disability.

Generally, wild animals such as jackals and leopards would not target this kind of large wild boar.

"Let's go, let's go. This kind of sick pig isn't worth keeping. We can't take the meat with us on the road, it's too smelly."

"That's true, it stinks so badly it's pungent, and it's hot outside, I don't want it."

Everyone thought it smelled bad, but Ah Fu, Ah Shou, and a bunch of dogs were extremely excited.

"Come on, what smells bad to us, they think smells good. If they hadn't been full just now, they might have come up and had a bite by now."

Chen Ze and his companions laughed, believing that the two tigers and the pack of dogs were simply greedy for the wild boar.

Chen Ling and the lynx seemed to realize that they weren't really interested in the smelly wild boar, but rather in hunting wild boars in general. As for the pack of dogs, they had frequently accompanied Heiwa and Xiaojin on boar hunts over the past two years.

Let alone seeing wild boars, just smelling their scent once we enter the mountains and forests gets us excited.

As for Afu and Ashou, the first time they tasted the blood of fresh prey was when a wild boar broke in during the nighttime filming of the tiger-fighting scene.

Therefore, their memory of the taste of wild boar blood is so vivid that it is practically the trigger that ignites their hunting instincts and the initial awakening of their hunting consciousness.

Therefore, they were even more excited to see wild boars than these dogs.

This is why they were so angry when they saw the group of yellow-throated martens hunting wild boar and enjoying the meat.

really.

Chen Ling and the other person were right.

Not long after, they found a herd of wild boars at a mountain pass.

This herd of wild boars consisted entirely of sows and piglets.

Upon seeing the tiger and so many dogs, they turned and ran without hesitation.

That reaction was in stark contrast to the previous group of yellow-throated martens.

The more they ran, the more excited the tigers and dogs became.

Even the roars and barks started to get louder.

In an instant, the pack of dogs followed the two tigers and began to surround the wild boar herd.

It looks like a hunt between tigers and a pack of dogs.

But in reality, tigers, as the recognized kings of the mountains, are incredibly fast and ferocious when they are allowed to hunt, far surpassing the speed and ferocity of the village dogs.

The wild boars hadn't gone very far.

The two tigers were like two yellow tornadoes, sweeping across the area and fiercely and powerfully charging into the herd of pigs.

Some wild boars were charging up the hillside when Afu and Ashou pounced on their backs with a single paw, rolled them aside, and killed them.

No one needs to follow along at all.

Moreover, they are different from other wild tigers.

Their hunting is simply hunting.

It bites and kills once it catches you, unlike a wild tiger; it doesn't have the intention of eating you.

After killing one wild boar, it would turn around and catch the next one.

Clean and efficient, without any unnecessary delays.

Some people initially wanted to shoot the wild boar.

But after seeing this scene, he quickly put the gun away.

Such a thrilling and exciting tiger hunt is something most people will never see in their lifetime, let alone experience firsthand.

If someone were to fire a shot and disturb the peace, it would be such a mood killer.

Indeed, it was the right thing to do not fire at that moment.

Fueled by the sight of blood, Afu and Ashou were now in a frenzy, their fighting growing increasingly fierce.

The dogs were also drawn in, and they all fearlessly pounced on the wild boar and bit it.

Some wild boars had four or five dogs hanging directly on their bodies, rendering them unable to move.

When Ah Fu and Ah Shou arrive, they will kill them with a single blow.

Dogs generally cannot tear open wild boar hides and therefore cannot inflict fatal wounds on wild boars.

Tigers are different.

As the overlords of the mountains, there are few things they cannot deal with.

They chased and fled at the same time.

The wild boar was forced to cross a deep ravine and enter a wetland swamp.

At this moment, Chen Ling finally called the tiger back to his senses, which was flushed with excitement.

Looking back, of the more than twenty wild boars, including both large and small ones, nearly half were killed by tigers.

Don't think this number is exaggerated.

To reiterate, when a tiger is not focused on food but solely on killing its prey, and single-mindedly dedicates itself to the hunt...

It's simply not too scary.

Moreover, this wild boar herd doesn't even have any large male boars.

They were all sows and piglets.

Gender-restricted.

The largest female wild boar weighs no more than 300 jin (150 kg).

Moreover, such large sows are extremely rare.

Most female wild boars in the mountains weigh around 200 jin (approximately 100 kg).

This type of sow is only slightly taller and sturdier than the village dogs.

Unlike the large and powerful Bigtooth Pig.

Therefore, hunting tigers is extremely easy.

Dogs aren't afraid of this kind of pig; they all swarm it. If they're fierce enough, they can easily immobilize the pig and keep it still.

Just wait for the tiger to come and deliver the fatal blow.

"What a great harvest! What a great harvest! More than a dozen wild boars of all sizes, plus those eight sika deer. Our harvest today is simply amazing."

"Yes, I think if we bring the tigers to the mountains a few times, we won't have to see any greenery this year."

"Haha, that's what I think too. With tigers living in our village, let's see who dares to come down the mountain and damage the crops."

"..."

If there is a bountiful harvest, everyone is overjoyed and extremely happy.

Afu and Ashou busied themselves dragging the wild boars back to Chen Ling's side, then raised their two big tiger heads, half-closed their eyes, looking incredibly smug.

This was a way of taking credit, and also a way of waiting for Chen Ling to touch them.

And you know what? After the battle, these two blood-stained, striped tigers really looked majestic.

It's hard to associate that with that lively and mischievous little tiger.

Seeing this, Chen Ling laughed heartily, stroking them vigorously while praising, "Afu and Ashou are really amazing, they were so majestic just now."

They both lose their cool demeanor for less than three seconds upon hearing praise.

Like two big dogs wearing tiger skins, they stuck out their tongues and rubbed and licked Chen Ling, then jumped up and buried their big heads in Chen Ling's arms, whimpering and acting cute.

The lynx watched from the side, its eyes practically overflowing with envy.

Chen Ze, Chen Yuqiang, and other young people in the village were full of praise, saying that Fugui's life had truly been worthwhile.

"It's time to head back. If we're any later, it won't just be a problem dealing with the game; we'll have to spend the night in the mountains."

Chen Ling, however, was quite clear-headed. It gets dark early in the mountains, and they were already quite deep inside.

We also need to bring these wild boars back, otherwise even if we gut and butcher them, the meat will quickly spoil and we won't be able to eat it tomorrow.

We need to get it back as soon as possible.

Just then, a sharp, panicked cry of a wild boar suddenly pierced the air, followed by a pack of dogs barking wildly, their cries terrifyingly loud.

Afu and Ashou also suddenly opened their eyes, their gazes instantly becoming sharp.

Their direction was towards the swampy wetlands where the wild boars had fled.

Seeing this, the lynx nimbly climbed a tree like a monkey and stood on it, looking in that direction.

Upon seeing this, he almost fell off the tree, clinging to a branch and exclaiming dramatically, "My goodness! What's going on in your mountains this year? Why are there all these strange things everywhere?"

"Huh? What is it now? It's getting dark, don't scare me!"

"Who scared you? There was a pig squealing just now. Something in the swamp over there dragged a wild boar down... Damn it, this place is really unbearable, it's too creepy. Let's head back quickly."