Survival male god

Chapter 323
Chen Jing didn't know much about pets, and he could even say he knew nothing about them, but he still had some knowledge of the famous St. Bernard dog.

The Matterhorn is the national peak that the Swiss are proud of and the soul of the Alps in the minds of climbers.

So the Saint Bernard is undoubtedly the national dog in the eyes of the Swiss.

Chen Jing did some homework temporarily.

After all, he didn't expect that he would need to use a sled in the second half of the challenge.

"Regarding the St. Bernard dog, I just checked the information. There are many theories about its origin on the Internet. The most likely one is that in the first and second centuries, the ancient Asian mastiffs brought to Switzerland by the Roman army were mixed with local dogs. After being bred, these dogs were widely used in farms and pastures for the next few hundred years for guarding, herding, and pulling carts.”

“By the [-]th century, the dog had apparently been bred, and it was discovered that the Saint Bernard was an excellent wayfinder in the erratic snow, and the dog’s developed sense of smell enabled it to find people unable to save themselves in a snowstorm.”

"Then, the monks at St. Bernard's monastery also began to raise this kind of dog, and it got its name."

Chen Jing summarized the information he collected and introduced it to the audience in the live broadcast room.

"The Saint Bernard is a large dog breed with a broad, slightly arched head, a solid outline, medium-sized, drooping ears, well-developed edges at the base of the ears, a strong back that leans toward the waist, straight and long forelegs, thick and powerful hind limb bones, and large feet. , the toes are raised.”

"Judging from the performance of these traits, the Saint Bernard is simply a natural snow walker, and is even more suitable for the role of sled dog than the Alaskan dog."

"In addition to being suitable for action in the snow, the St. Bernard is also more suitable for the climate at high altitudes."

"Wild St. Bernard dogs like to live in groups and have a violent temperament, while artificially bred ones are loyal and down-to-earth and are mankind's most reliable partners."

"But the crazy St. Bernard is different. This animal is very scary. It is more than [-] centimeters tall and weighs [-] kilograms. It is one of the largest dog breeds in the world."

"In terms of combat ability alone, it is not inferior to any animal in the Alps. Facing smaller grizzly bears, the Saint Bernard is also capable of fighting."

"To be honest, I'm worried that if it's an infected St. Bernard, there's no way to tame it!"

"But according to information provided by foreign water friends, the crazy St. Bernard dog bit the owner's neighbor and then fled the town of Zermatt."

"It has not been more than five days since the incident occurred. There is currently no way to detect rabies virus from the injured."

"Of course, we won't know the specific situation until we go there, and it's still unknown whether we can find the St. Bernard dog."

["Are you going to the Aosta Valley?"

"I heard it's quite fun there."

"Next to the Aosta Valley is Mont Blanc. There are also world-famous hiking routes here, but compared with the Ao Tai Line that Jingshen walked before, it is still a bit less interesting."

"Ao Taixian is really powerful, I can only say that each has its own characteristics!"

"How to say?"

"Because the terrain of the Aosta Valley is complex, with cliffs everywhere, glaciers and many underground caves at high altitudes, and plantations and forests full of vegetation in the valley, people who are not familiar with this area can easily get lost in it. get lost."

"I remember that a long time ago, there were stories of wild beasts circulating in the Aosta Valley. Some shepherds claimed that their goats and bulls were killed in the valley."

"But we never found out what killed him."

"It's not a Saint Bernard, is it?"

"You're overthinking it. If it can kill a cow, it must be a big beast. No matter how powerful the St. Bernard is, it can't kill an adult bull!"

"Makes sense."

"What's more, this Saint Bernard only escaped recently, and the legend of the beast in the Aosta Valley should have existed 100 years ago."

"Stop talking, what does Jingshen think?"]

Chen Jing did not expect that by occasionally looking at the barrage, he would learn some secrets. The most important thing was that even he did not know the legend of the beast in Aosta.

In his previous life, he visited the Matterhorn in the Alps, including the town of Zermatt, Mont Blanc, the Aosta Valley and other places. He basically visited all of them and communicated with local friends many times.

All he knew was that the Aosta Valley was a paradise for skiers and hikers, as well as rock climbers.

Because the terrain is complex and full of strange peaks, there are many certified free climbing routes. Of course, the native wine and coffee there are also of excellent quality.

But I have never heard of the rumors about the beasts in the Aosta Valley.

Chen Jing was almost certain that there were absolutely no legends of beasts in his previous life, because both the Aosta Valley and the Matterhorn were fully developed tourist destinations.

If there is such a rumor, it is impossible that it cannot spread.

The two worlds are still different after all.

Shaking his head, he said: "How do you see it? Just use your eyes to see it!"

"Legends are just legends after all, just listen to them. Only when the truth is unearthed can we know the details."

"Before that, just don't jump to conclusions!"

"Just like the Tazo Worm, it turns out that this thing is indeed real, as well as the Sahara Desert Oasis Civilization from the last issue."

"If we hadn't found evidence of the actual existence of the Adela Dynasty, who would have dared to believe that everything in the Nile River Egyptian civilization originated from the ancient oasis civilization?"

"Okay, let's stop talking and get on our way first!"

"We have to walk a full day and night from the Aosta Valley. I hope nothing will happen again."

"Who would have thought that I would be frozen like this in a foreign country in June. This is the charm of high altitudes."

Chen Jing wrapped himself in sheepskin and strode down the mountain.

The Aosta Valley is located in the northwest border area of ​​Italy, hidden among the mountains of the Alps, and borders parts of Switzerland and France.

This is one of the places where wines of the highest quality are produced. Due to its small planting area, low output and rare products, it is popular among wine lovers.

The entire Aosta Valley can be roughly divided into three classes.

The low-altitude zone has a continental climate, with warm and dry summers. The soil is river impact sedimentary soil, which is relatively barren and has many terraced grape plantations.

The mid-altitude area, with its intertwined peaks and complex terrain, is popular with rock climbers and mountain bikers.

At high altitudes, close to the boundary of Mont Blanc, there is a world covered in snow. Every autumn and winter, when the snow line drops, this place becomes a paradise for ski enthusiasts.

Of course, these are Chen Jing's impressions of the Aosta Valley in his previous life, when he was still on Earth.

Now he briefly browsed through the information and found that, except for plantations and mid- to low-altitude areas where occasional outdoor sports enthusiasts went, few humans had set foot in the real depths of the valley.

At least that's been the case since the International Regulations for the Protection of the Natural Environment came into effect, about a hundred years ago.

To be honest, Chen Jing was quite looking forward to it. He didn't know what it would be like to revisit his old place and see a different scenery.

……

Jordan Piero is an Italian who is nearly forty years old and has come to work in the northwest vineyards from central China for more than ten years.He settled here and took care of the plantation for his boss, while also taking on grazing duties.

Speaking of the original intention of coming to Aosta, it is actually very simple.

Jordan is a serious wine enthusiast. At least one-third of his annual salary is spent in local wine processing plants.

Of the remainder, one-third is used to subsidize the family, and one-third is deposited in the bank for emergencies.

Drinking in spring and summer is different from drinking in autumn and winter. The sunny weather in June is perfect for sitting on the grass in the valley after grazing, eating fragrant barbecue cakes, and drinking it with a sip of fruity white wine. , that is the ultimate enjoyment.

Jordan spent most of his time like this.

But recently, he has been in a bad mood.

This year is just over halfway, and since last Christmas, he has already lost five sheep, which is almost one sheep a month.

The locals in the Aosta Valley are naturally aware of the legend. The boss of the family also allowed Jordan to occasionally lose a sheep while grazing.

After all, not every sheep is so obedient. If they run wild on their own and run deep into the Aosta Valley, no one will dare to look for them. If they are lost, they will be lost.

But if you lose one every month for several months in a row, something is not good.

This is definitely a dereliction of duty at work. Old Jordan's salary for May has already been threatened by his boss to be deducted.

And just yesterday, Old Jordan's working career suffered another fatal blow.

He lost a cow!

There is no doubt that he was fired by his employer.

People in the production area say that the legend from a hundred years ago has reappeared, and the beasts in the Aosta Valley have become more and more rampant.

But there are also some people who say that this is simply a myth and a lie fabricated by the herding workers working together.

They lied about the disappearance of goats and cattle, but actually transported those animals out of the valley through secret means and then sold them, thus illegally stealing wealth.

Because more than one family often loses sheep. Calculating this, the entire Aosta Valley area will lose more than a dozen sheep a month. What kind of beast can have such an appetite?
But after a superficial search, no one found any secret path in the valley, nor did they find any suspicion that the herders had joined forces to weave lies.

Ever since, such a statement has become groundless nonsense and treated as a joke after dinner.

Jordan didn't care what everyone thought of him, but he felt very unwilling and depressed.

After all, losing a job of more than ten years is a real deal.

To be honest, this job is not particularly hard, and it is very free. It is just dealing with soil and animals all day long, which is not decent.

But after more than ten years, he no longer knows what he is suitable for.

After spending a depressing night in the pub and not even returning home, Jordan decided that no matter what, he had to find out the truth after sobering up the next day.

He wanted to see places he had never been.

Carrying his old-fashioned double-barreled shotgun, which had been used for decades, he looked at the familiar plantations, passed by the familiar sheep, and then walked into the depths of the Aosta Valley.

When he was hungry, he would pick grapes and wild fruits to eat. When he was thirsty, he would drink the spring water in the mountains, and smoke a cigarette from time to time.

All in all, it was quite pleasant at first.

But after the first day, Jordan realized that his actions were a little too hasty.

I slept under a tree with a bonfire at night. When I woke up the next morning, I was not only dizzy, but also had a runny nose.

He was a bit caught by the wind and cold, and he left in a hurry yesterday, so he didn't prepare any dry food or food.

Apart from cigarettes, a lighter, and a shotgun, he didn't even have a knife.

The hinterland of the Aosta Valley was much larger than he had imagined. After walking for more than ten miles on the mountain road, he never reached the end. He kept traveling through hillsides, river valleys, and forests.

He thought that it would only take half a day to find out the truth.

The result was not what I expected. I wasted a day doing nothing or saying anything, and even caught a cold myself.

Jordan was walking in the mountains in a daze. There was no signal on his mobile phone, and he was surrounded by unfamiliar territory.

It feels like when I was a child in my hometown in the Italian countryside, running around with my friends and unable to find my way home.

The darker it gets, the more impatient he becomes, and the more he misses the warm room at home and the sweet wine in the wine cabinet.

What's even more frightening is that the Aosta Valley is completely different from what he remembers. It is so unfamiliar. What he has known for more than ten years seems to be just the tip of the iceberg.

Fear lingered in his heart, and Jordan ate nothing except water and some wild fruits. He sat in front of the campfire, leaning against the rock with his back weakly, filled with regret.

"Maybe, I'm going to die here..."

Jordan stared at the dancing flames and thought of those terrible legends.

Throughout the whole day, he didn't see any paw prints of any large beasts. Animals like lynx could eat chickens and catch rabbits, but they had no ability to catch sheep, let alone cattle.

Maybe, there really is a devil in the Aosta Valley!

He didn't even dare to close his eyes, always feeling that as soon as he closed his eyes, he might die tragically in the mountains the next moment.

However, just when Jordan was filled with fear, a rapid friction sound suddenly sounded in the jungle not far away.

Immediately afterwards, a rather tall black figure with an extremely burly silhouette appeared hazily in the field of vision.

Jordan was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and even his breathing stopped suddenly.

He grabbed the shotgun next to him as a reflex, without even turning on the safety, and shouted in a trembling voice:

"Who? What's over there?"

"Don't come here, I'm shooting!"

Jordan thought of ten thousand ways to die and pulled the trigger hard, but found that he couldn't pull the trigger at all.

Sure enough, the devil's power is mysterious and unpredictable, and he is going to die miserably in the mountains. Damn God, there is no way he can protect the world in the dark.

However, just as Jordan closed his eyes and almost gave up resistance, he heard the familiar French language in his ears.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person, I'm an adventurer!"

"I ran over after seeing the light of fire. My camp is not far away."

(End of this chapter)