[Late Qing Dynasty + Beast Taming + Veterinarian + Beast Legion + Survival + Slap in the Face + Not the Holy Mother]
Surgeon Lu Chen woke up and became a low-level hunter in a hunting village on the border of Daxingan Mountains.
My parents froze to death for three years, my shotgun was taken away by the chief hunter, and I owed five taels of debt. All that was left in the house was a dying black bear and half a tank of corn noodles.
A hunter without a gun is no different from a wolf without legs.
Others could only wait to die, so he picked up a hunting knife and performed an operation on the black bear.
After finishing the seventeen stitches, four words popped into my mind - Beast Taming Divine Eyes.
Can the beast be tamed and bound by curing it? OK.
The gray wolf broke his leg? Pick up. Binding.
Is the tiger cub poisoned? Got it. Binding.
From then on, one person, one bear, one wolf and one tiger traveled all over the Greater Khingan Mountains.
The chief hunter wanted to collect his bear to pay off the debt - he led the beast team to hunt back the skin of the one-eyed mauling bear, and threw it on the table in front of his face.
The fur traders want to cut off his sales - he goes deep into the mountains to collect deer antlers, dig tiger bone orchids, and find another trade channel.
Thirty horse bandits surrounded the mountain - the three beasts fought together, leaving no one alive.
Someone asked him why he occupies the best hunting ground in Daxinganling?
He pointed to the beast army behind him: "Ask them."
