Doomsday America.

Chapter 310 Dog Paddle

Chu Chu Chu!

Gunfire continued to ring out, while Gavin, aboard Octavian, tried to observe the situation in the distance through the dust and the stench of cattle. Clearly, the cattle were easy to control; after dozens of cattle died, the herd immediately turned around.

But here's the question: where are the wolves?

Gavin still hasn't seen the wolf pack!

While thinking, Gavin picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted into it.

"Alright, stop fucking firing! Can't you see the cattle have turned around?"

"Point your guns at the sky, you idiots! If you keep killing like this, who the hell can handle all that beef? Damn it!" After yelling this, Gavin put away his walkie-talkie and rode his horse straight into the herd of cattle.

Although the cattle were restless and agitated as they galloped, Gavin, a cowboy raised on a farm, easily adapted to the environment and managed to find a way out of the chaos. He charged towards the sentry post, which was completely surrounded by the cattle.

As is well known, cattle herds are enormous, not only in terms of width but also in length.

Therefore, the bison near Gavin stopped advancing and turned back.

However, the Angus cattle and dairy cows in the rear of the herd haven't had time to turn around yet.

The sentry post was now surrounded by countless bison. Although the bison weren't actively attacking, some, either foolish or running too fast, crashed into the wooden wall of the post. The slight tremor from the impact caused the two men at the post to frantically grab the fence and lean against the wall, motionless. Seeing the sentry's disheveled state, Gavin darted left and right, carving a path through the herd to allow Octavian to stop in front of the post. "Boss!"

When Gavin arrived, the sentries were overjoyed and immediately began shouting to him while clinging to the fence.

Hearing the sentries' voices, Gavin raised his hand and waved it twice, then looked up and asked them.

"Don't fucking worry, the cattle aren't a zombie horde. They're not interested in you and won't deliberately attack the watchtower. But what about the wolves? Which direction are you talking about, left or right?" Just as Gavin said this, Octavian grunted uneasily and stomped his feet repeatedly.

For it, being among a herd of cattle was a bit too dangerous.

Of course, Octavian wasn't afraid of any herd of cattle while it was still running.

Octavian's personality was almost comparable to the golden family of horse racing, and his speed was astonishing. How could he possibly be afraid of bison when he was running? But once he stopped, the thunderous sound of hooves around him made him feel uneasy.

Sensing Octavian's slightly agitated state, Gavin bent down and patted Octavian's neck, reassuring him while awaiting the sentries' response. Amidst the sound of hooves coming from all directions, one of the sentries called out to Gavin.

"Boss, I saw the wolves chasing the bison from far away, on the right side of the road, to the right of the herd!" "But I can't see them anymore, God, now it looks like the herd is chasing the wolves, and the wolves are almost being swallowed up by the herd!" "I know, on the right, right?"

Upon hearing this, Gavin nodded and at the same time tugged hard on Octavian's reins.

Octavian also turned sharply, dodging the charge of a stupid bull, and at the same time, swept his tail across the buffalo's face.

The bison that had just attacked Octavian looked somewhat angry, but before it could turn around, it was swept away by the rest of the herd and continued running back. Gavin spurred his horse along the direction of the herd, gradually shifting to the right side of the herd, while simultaneously picking up his walkie-talkie and speaking to his men, "This is Gavin... Fuck! Ptooey ptooey! Damn it!"

Before he could finish speaking, Gavin spat a few times, and some wild grass mixed with mud, stirred up by some cow, fell into Gavin's mouth!

Of course, at that moment Gavin was desperately spitting those things out, while desperately praying that they were just dirt.

While he kept spitting, Manus, the blacksmith, spoke into the walkie-talkie while riding his horse.

"Boss, who made you angry! I'll spit on him with you, damn it, spit!"

"Get out of here, son of the beach! I'm Gavin! Everyone, follow me to the right of the cattle herd and try to spot the wolves!"

Gavin spat out the food in his mouth and continued giving instructions over the walkie-talkie.

"Once you find the wolf pack, unless they are extremely aggressive, try not to hunt them. Instead, try to drive them towards the forest!" "If possible, I hope to drive the wolves into the forest, introducing some new hunters to our farm's ecosystem to help control the populations of rabbits and other herbivores!" "Of course, this is just a fucking expectation. Don't let them attack your horses in the process of driving them away!"

"Determine the specific situation, and don't you fucking do anything stupid!"

At this point, Gavin put down the walkie-talkie and spat twice.

If it were a normal field team, Gavin wouldn't have emphasized it so much.

But today at noon, the main field operations team was all out studying the highway. The team that came with me to manage the cattle was a secondary operation team consisting of a large amount of logistics and a small amount of internal staff. If Gavin didn't give them a few more instructions, I was really afraid they would do something stupid.

For example, if they forbade harming the wolves, they wouldn't fire, leading to some foolish incidents where members were pounced on and killed by the wolves... In short, even after giving them instructions, Gavin was still uneasy about his men's actions, so he would shift his position while occasionally turning back to check on them. It turned out Gavin had underestimated his men.

Although most of the men who came were in support, don't forget that during the recent bison incident, many of the field personnel who had committed offenses were relegated to cleaning. For example, Adriana, that woman, is now in the herding group, trailing behind Gavin by about 70 or 80 meters. And besides the few field personnel who were punished, don't forget the support staff who, in the face of the bison emergency, were quick and urgent in following Gavin's orders, grabbing their weapons and riding off on horseback. They might not be much less capable than the field personnel before they received professional military training.

In short, about two minutes later.

Gavin watched as his men followed his direction, completely shaking off the rampaging cattle and forming a scattered straight line on the right side of the herd. After confirming that his men were probably alright, Gavin focused his attention on finding the wolves.

And so, Gavin followed the cattle on the right side, firing his gun from time to time to drive them away, for more than three minutes.

Finally, he could see a few wild wolves in his eyes!

No wonder he couldn't see any trace of wolves before, because the wolves had already been chased into the water by the herd of cattle!

The pack of wolves was struggling to swim across the river to the right of the farm's highway, watching the frenzied cattle with lingering fear! After finally finding the wolves, Gavin breathed a sigh of relief and then drove Octavian at full speed toward the river where the wolves were.

The smell of gunpowder seemed to have made the wolves in the river even more restless. As Gavin approached the river, the wolves suddenly quickened their swimming pace, splashing around wildly. Gavin, on the other hand, kept Octavian on the riverbank, watching the wolves' retreating figures from afar.

As Gavin watched, the wolf pack, which had been swimming across the river, suddenly changed direction and swam towards the opposite bank, one by one reaching the other side. As one disheveled wolf after another reached the riverbank, Gavin's vision gradually became blurred.

Honestly, after the sentry mentioned a pack of wolves inexplicably chasing bison near the farm, Gavin immediately thought of the pack of wolves he encountered in the nature reserve near Houston—the pack led by that cookie-loving wolf.

Houston is only a few hundred kilometers from Dallas, which is hardly a distance for a wolf pack.

If the wolves there are determined to migrate, they could easily reach Gavin's farm, since there's no longer any human activity hindering or affecting their migration. But...

Looking at the pack of wolves in front of him, Gavin couldn't help but laugh, because they looked even more pathetic than dogs that had fallen into the water!

Honestly, if the wolves could hear Gavin's inner thoughts, they would probably feel very wronged.

God knows how much fun they had chasing the cattle, but then those weak cattle inexplicably turned around and charged at them. At this point, the wolf pack was truly in a sorry state, huddled near the riverbank with their tails between their legs, barely daring to howl.

Brothers, does anyone understand? They've been wolves for so long, and this is the first time they've encountered such a huge herd of cattle!

They have no experience dealing with this kind of cattle. The more enjoyable it is to chase them in the early stages, the more miserable they will be when they are chased back in the later stages!

For a moment, the wolf pack and Gavin stared at each other across the river.

Octavian looked at the trembling pack of wolves, snorted disdainfully, and casually scratched the ground with his hoof.

Those wolves... they're so lame!

Octavian wagged his tail and easily pooped.

Gavin then turned his gaze to the wolf that was being subtly surrounded in the pack, trying hard to identify whether it was the Cookie Wolf.

Meanwhile, Adriana, who had always been in the top tier of observation, also came to Gavin's side with Thomas.

Before Thomas could speak, Adriana smiled, pulled on the reins, and whispered to Gavin:

"Boss, do you think they're the pack of wolves we encountered in Houston?"

"Oh? You thought of that too? I think it's somewhat similar, but I'm not quite sure. After all, the wolves we saw weren't this wet or in such a sorry state..." Gavin responded, and casually waved to the wolf pack.

Seeing that the wolves did not respond, Gavin simply steered his horse closer to the river and approached the wolves.

Seeing Gavin's actions, Thomas nudged the horse's belly and followed Gavin, whispering a reminder:

"Boss."

"It's alright, the river is in the middle, the wolf pack is not a threat for the time being."

Gavin nodded to Thomas, then asked Thomas to guide Octavian to the riverbank and dip Octavian's hooves into the water. Just then, from the pack of wolves on the other side...

The wolf, vaguely surrounded, howled softly twice, then lowered its head and reluctantly stepped out of the pack, re-entering the river. Although wolves can all swim, these thick-furred creatures, even if they enjoy playing in the water, don't like waiting for their fur to dry. Besides, even wolves know they don't look good in the water…

In short, the wolf reluctantly stepped into the water, cautiously and warily swimming towards Gavin, seemingly in a somewhat disheveled state. Splash, splash...

With the sound of dogs paddling, the remaining guys all came to Gavin's side.

Suddenly, the riverbank was filled with tall horses, and the wolf that had been swimming, upon realizing the large number of people, abruptly stopped, letting itself float downstream. Seeing the wolf stop moving, Gavin quickly raised his arm to silence the restless noise of his men.

"Quiet!"

After he growled, the men immediately tried to calm the horses down.

The wolf in the river finally realized that it was drifting downstream, getting further away from Gavin and its pack! In an instant, the wolf began dog paddling, desperately swimming towards Gavin.

Watching the lone wolf approach him, Gavin remained silent for a moment before suddenly bursting into laughter!

Although the guy in front of him looked so disheveled that he was no longer a familiar face, Gavin could hardly fail to recognize him.

If it's not an old friend from the past, where can one find another wolf king who actively approaches humans, especially one willing to do so? The old friend before me, though now a drowning dog, is definitely a biscuit wolf!

So, to the astonishment of his men, Gavin jumped off Octavian's back and plunged into the water!

"Boss!"

"What's going on?!"

"Holy crap, is that a wolf?"

"Boss, what are you doing!"

"Danger!"

When Gavin jumped into the water, the wolf king, still dog-paddling, was only sixteen or seventeen meters away from him.

Immediately, the wolf king began shouting, but before Gavin could even speak, Adriana waved her hand, signaling them to be quiet. The wolf king hesitated for a moment due to their shouts, but after a brief pause, he licked his lips and continued swimming resolutely towards Gavin. Family, who understands? The taste of the biscuits Gavin had once given him—he had searched the entire territory, but still couldn't find it… And now…

The wolf king didn't understand what it meant to be someone's dog.

The wolf king only knew that he would soon have plenty to eat and drink!

For a moment, even the wolf king's dog-paddle speed increased significantly.

Plop plop...

Seeing the wolf king approaching within two meters of him, Gavin stood in the water, which was up to his thighs, and clapped his hands at the wolf king with a smile. Upon seeing this, the wolf king stuck out its tongue, took a sip of river water, and then its swimming speed increased dramatically as it frantically pounced on Gavin.

Seeing the wolf charging at him with its mouth wide open, Gavin hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to play it safe.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the wolf king by the thick fur behind its neck. Then, to the wolf king's delighted and excited expression, he single-handedly pulled it out of the water! "Awooo?!?!"

The wolf king's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his tail was tightly tucked between his two hind legs.

What exactly is going on here?

Damn it, this isn't the reunion I imagined at all!

As for Gavin, he glanced amusedly at the wolf king struggling in his hands, then threw the wolf king onto the riverbank.

"Awoo awoo~"

The wolf king let out a fearful and aggrieved howl, but ultimately dared not resist, and could only let Gavin gently pat his fur and wipe the water off his body.