1047 A Tough Battle (1/2)

Following Big Orange's signal, the strays started their long-awaited attack.

Each stray had its own role to play. Some of them were the main attackers, and some of them were the lookouts, staying in their spots at the doors and windows and keeping a watch on the humans' actions, preventing them from coming over to the scene of the fight as much as they could. Some of them were on the fence, as they were the support members.

Swish!

Nearly twenty cats dropped silently into the yard.

The yards of countryside houses were bigger and were illuminated by just one lamp underneath the overhang. There was a lot of trash in the yard, and this greatly affected the Rottweiler's field of view.

But the dim lighting had no effect on the strays. They surrounded the Rottweiler and carefully approached it.

The Rottweiler had never seen strays that moved in this manner, but it didn't care. The smell of cats had already triggered its bloodlust, and all it wanted to do was rush up and rip all these strays into ribbons.

It growled loudly and pounced toward the fattest orange cat, just like a fast moving tank.

Big Orange was considered big for a stray, but it was still a far cry from the muscled body of a vicious hound. Faced with the hound's sudden attack, the stray kept a tight rein on the fear in its heart. It didn't run, nor did it hide, estimating the distance between the hound and itself.

Clink!

Just as the Rottweiler was about to reach Big Orange, the thick metal wrapped around the Rottweiler's neck extended to its maximum reach, the tension holding the chain ramrod straight in mid-air, choking the Rottweiler badly. Its legs were still running forward, but its head and neck were restricted by the leash, its front paws just inches away from Big Orange's body.

Big Orange let out a huge sigh of relief that the information he'd been given was accurate.

The other strays' morale shot up at the sight.

This dog was vicious, and they might have gotten their necks snapped in a second if they were facing it alone. But with the strength of numbers on their side, the hound was the one at the losing end here.

Especially with the metal chain acting as its leash, its range of motion had become restricted to a small area. Even if the strays were not in good shape, they would at least be able to save their own lives by retreating out of the dog's range.

The Rottweiler had finally caught its breath, barking wildly to the point of hoarseness. It wanted to call its owner over to take it off its leash, but the owner was having dinner with their family, watching television at the same time, and none of them bothered giving it any attention. They didn't think that the leashed dog in their yard could create or get into any trouble either. All they did was shout from a distance, ”Stop yapping!”

The Rottweiler panicked, wanting to do more but lacking the ability to. It turned around, trying to bite through its own metal chain with its strong jaw power. Teeth marks started showing up on the chains, but they weren't that easy to break.

Just then, Big Orange rushed forward, reaching out its front paw and slapping the Rottweiler's head with lightning speed. The Rottweiler was dumbfounded, dropping the metal leash in its mouth. It wasn't the strength of the slap, but instead the shock from being so humiliated.

Before it could get its bearings back, Big Orange quickly retreated out of the dog's range of attack.

The Rottweiler was completely enraged now. It tried to attack Big Orange again, but it was once more restricted by the metal chain on its neck. With experience under its fur, Big Orange quickly slapped the dog once the metal chain had reached its limits. It even extended its sharp claws, scratching off a whole chunk of fur and nearly breaking its skin.

The other strays stopped spectating, instead launching a great attack on the Rottweiler from the sides while Big Orange drew the Rottweiler's attention.