Chapter 627: Annihilating the Jackal Pack in a Single Battle

Zhao Jun nudged the muzzle forward. The instant the jackal’s jaws appeared within the Gun Star, Zhao Jun squeezed the trigger.

“BANG!”

With a single shot, the bullet pierced its chest. The jackal collapsed instantly. White Dragon, which had been chasing it, pounced on the body and began savagely mauling it.

Hearing the gunshot, Flower Cat and Big Fatty also grew more ferocious. It was too late for the jackal they had cornered with Black Tiger. Flower Cat had it pinned to the ground by its ear while Black Tiger stretched out one of its hind legs. Still, it struggled desperately.

Zhao Jun propped the rifle in front of him and flicked open the bayonet at its tip. He took a few steps forward and finished the jackal off.

Only then did Zhao Jun have a chance to survey his surroundings. He saw Big Fatty biting the still-struggling Jackal King. Zhao Jun went over and ended its life with his blade.

Even after the Jackal King was dead, Big Fatty refused to let go, continuing to rip and tear at the body to vent its fury.

Zhao Jun didn’t chase Big Fatty off. A dog in this state needed to be allowed to bite, to vent all its pent-up emotions on its prey.

That’s what makes a dog fearless of injury, what makes it tougher the more it fights.

After killing the Jackal King, Zhao Jun ignored his other three dogs. He had spotted another jackal not far away.

It wasn’t a large jackal. It lay on the ground, its body twitching. Zhao Jun hadn’t noticed it at first.

Seeing a survivor, Zhao Jun quickly went over and dispatched it with his blade.

After killing the she-jackal, Zhao Jun felt a pang of doubt. Four jackals, one of them a Jackal King. In this forest, whether in a pack fight or one-on-one, his four dogs shouldn’t have been able to gain the upper hand.

But the outcome had stunned him.

Zhao Jun’s gaze shifted downward, and he noticed something under the she-jackal’s hind legs. He used his bayonet to flip the carcass over and was instantly taken aback.

The flesh of the she-jackal’s groin had been ripped open, causing a length of intestine connected to its anus to spill out.

Zhao Jun couldn’t help but crouch down to observe the wound closely. It wasn’t that he had some morbid fascination; the wound was just too bizarre.

After a few moments of observation, Zhao Jun quickly stood up and walked over to where Big Fatty was. When he’d stabbed the Jackal King earlier, he’d noticed blood under its belly, but in his haste, he had forgotten about it.

As Zhao Jun drew closer for a better look, he finally saw what was wrong. The flesh on the Jackal King’s underside wasn’t torn away, but its penis had been ripped clean off.

Zhao Jun turned and looked toward Black Tiger. He remembered returning from the boar hunt yesterday. Zhang Yuanmin had told him that while gutting the four Little Yellows, he’d discovered that one of them had had its penis and testicles ripped off.

Zhang Yuanmin had been drinking heavily with Jie Chen and Li Baoyu when he’d mentioned it. Li Baoyu had even joked, asking if Zhang Yuanmin had gotten it wrong and if it had just been a sow to begin with.

Because of that, Zhao Jun hadn’t pressed for details.

In his two lifetimes and many years of hunting, he’d seen dogs that go for the rear, but he’d never seen one that specifically targeted the crotch.

Besides, wild boars have thick, tough hides. A dog could bite a boar hard enough to separate the hide from the flesh beneath, but very few dogs could actually pierce the hide with their teeth.

That was why Zhao Jun never inspected a boar’s wounds after a hunt. He would only see the places where the dogs’ bites had separated the hide from the flesh when he was skinning it.

But for this to happen three times in the last two days… the first one who came to Zhao Jun’s mind was Black Tiger.

After all, yesterday it was Black Tiger who had taken Cyan Dragon and Black Dragon to chase those four Little Yellows. And since Cyan Dragon and Black Dragon didn’t attack like that, the only one capable of such a cunning and vicious move was Black Tiger.

Seeing Zhao Jun looking at him, Black Tiger trotted over to his side, rubbing his big head against Zhao Jun’s leg and wagging his tail.

Zhao Jun knew exactly what the dog meant. The battle was won; now it was time for dinner.