Chapter 1120: Dog King vs Dog King

A bag of ribs can barely fill the stomach of a large dog, and a rib can only fit between the teeth.

The white dog gave everyone a bag of ribs without reservation. Although it was just a small favor, how could these stray dogs have seen this? The dog group has a strict hierarchy, and the leader has always had enough, pats his butt and leaves, so that the other dogs can eat some leftovers.

Whether it was those who grabbed the ribs or those who didn't, the already gloomy eyes of the stray dogs regained their brilliance, and they looked at the white dog with admiration. They had never seen such a leader. Now as long as the white dog gives an order, even if they are asked to die generously, they are willing.

The white dog was very satisfied with their eyes, looked at Demu, and said, "Okay, now lead me there, and see what other stray dogs can become our brothers."

The German Shepherd dog took the lead, leading the white dog and the large army to a certain direction. It was closer to the territory of the bloodthirsty Pitbull, and knew the movements of its old opponent.

"Fuck? What's going on?"

The forklift driver who was resting after work raised his eyelids, and the half-smoked cigarette fell on his pants, almost burning a hole in the pants of his overalls.

He stared dumbfounded at a large group of stray dogs running wildly, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border, raising a large cloud of dust where they ran. He had never seen so many stray dogs gathered together.

"Close the door! Close the door!"

After a while, he finally came to his senses and yelled desperately to the driver of the road roller, because the latter was on the running route of the stray dogs. In his opinion, the stray dogs seemed to attack the latter.

"What?"

The driver of the road roller was urinating next to the car, and it was almost the end, and he was shaking calmly.

There was a distance between the two cars, so I couldn't hear them clearly.

"I tell you to get in the car! The dog is coming!"

The forklift driver shouted, pointing in one direction.

The driver of the road roller turned his head and saw that his crotch was cold, and he slammed the sub-machine gun on his pants.

"My god!" He didn't even bother to lift his trousers, he scrambled back to the driver's cab, closed the car door, his eyes widened in horror, his hands frantically fumbled left and right, and found a metal pry The stick was tightly clenched in his hand, and his palm was full of sweat.

Vicious stray dogs rushed towards the roller and towards him.

If a large number of stray dogs really attack them, the car glass alone will definitely not be able to stop them, and the crowbar is also dispensable and can only serve as a psychological comfort.

He noticed that the leader of the German Shepherd Association was the one who ran in the front, so it really made an upset. Did this German Shepherd unite the four groups of stray dogs? Coincidentally, he is the German Shepherd who bet.

The odds are reversed, and the villa is close to the sea. It seems that this time I can win some wine money.

He also admired himself quite a bit, he was still thinking about winning or losing the game at this time, wondering if that little money would be enough to buy himself an urn.

The dogs were getting closer and closer, and the onlooker forklift driver was sweating, wondering if the dogs would target himself after attacking the road roller driver.

However, the stray dogs came and went in a hurry, did not stop at the road roller at all, and rushed past the road roller without even looking at the driver, leaving only choking dust and a soaring stench.

"what happened?"

The two drivers who survived the catastrophe couldn't help being stunned. Didn't these dogs come to attack the two of them?

They could have driven there to find out the truth, but they were covered in sweat and almost collapsed. They didn't even have time to rejoice after saving a dog's life, so how could they care about other things?

The area of ​​the landfill is very large. The intensification of urbanization has caused more people to concentrate in the city, and more and more garbage is produced. It is impossible not to reserve more space. Theoretically speaking, this large saline-alkali land belongs to the scope of the landfill, but most of it is still empty.

German Shepherd led the way for a while, then slowly slowed down, and turned his head to signal to the white dog that the site of the Bit Gang was ahead.

The white dog vacated its front legs and stood up briefly,

Get a better view.

It saw a lot of dogs gathered in front of it, the number was no less than its own, but they were divided into two groups, one more and one less, and they seemed to be confronting each other.

Other stray dogs also stopped one after another.

"What's going on here?" White Dog asked, "Those two groups of dogs are stray dogs?"

The giant mastiff and the mixed-breed Rottweiler also came to their senses, barking and vying to answer, indicating that the few in the group were stray dogs, while the large group on the opposite side were wild dogs that had been entrenched here for many years, and each was a thorn in the side of the other. The thorn in the flesh, look like this, the wild dogs are here to find fault again.

Of course, giant mastiffs and mixed-breed Rottweilers can't say so clearly, but many meanings can be learned from their angry expressions and tones.

"I see." The white dog nodded.

Seeing the whole leopard at a glance, the wild dog it met just now has made it know what kind of stuff these wild dogs are, like a gang of bandits who occupy the mountains and do all kinds of evil.

Among the four stray dog ​​leaders, the bloodthirsty pitbull may not be the strongest, but it is definitely the most ruthless. He dares to exchange blood and life for life, and would rather hurt himself by 800 than hurt the enemy by 1000. Because of this, its territory is also the largest among the four chiefs. It not only encroached on the territory of the other three leaders, but also continued to expand to the territory of the wild dogs, fighting constantly all day long.

But today's confrontation was not initiated by it, but the dog king of the wild dog had a long-standing grudge against him, and led his subordinates to wipe out this bloodthirsty pit bull in one fell swoop.

The king of wild dogs seldom comes forward directly, and even the employees of the landfill rarely see it with their own eyes. There are many rumors that it has died, either from injuries, from challenges from other wild dogs, or from old age. Yes, but its appearance makes these rumors self-defeating.

The dog king is also a dirt dog. It is black all over, missing an ear, and one eyelid was gnawed off by other dogs. There are scars all over its body, which is the proof of its many battles.

It doesn't look too strong, but there is a chilling aura in its body. When stared at by those cold eyes, it seems to be stared at by a god of death.

Even the fierce, bloodthirsty, fearless Pitbull showed unprecedented caution in the face of this legendary dog ​​king, and did not take the initiative to attack for a long time.

Among the newly recruited white dogs, only a small number of stray dogs from the original German Shepherd Society kept quiet when they acted, while the other dogs ran and barked excitedly, so the members of the wild dogs and the bit gang found out very early their arrival.

It is precisely because of the arrival of this unknown force that the wild dog king who was about to launch an attack temporarily postponed the attack plan, and stared at the white dog coldly-maybe humans will misunderstand who is the leader of this group of dogs, but it won't.