During the wedding, the dog attacked a guest who was hiding something under her dress

During the wedding, the dog attacked guest who was hiding something under her dress

The village wedding brought everyone together: everyone came to share in the joy of the newlyweds. Guests laughed, sang, and raised toasts. Music played everywhere.

No one noticed the unknown woman slowly approaching the cheerful crowd from the edge of the forest. She was wearing long green dress and walked calmly. Her face looked serene, but she was hiding something beneath the hem of her gown.

No one paid attention to her presence. No one — except Bayrak.

The old but loyal dog, belonging to the groom’s friend, lay in the shade under the table. He had been following his master all morning, but now he was frozen, tensely watching the woman. His ears perked up, his tail twitched, and the fur along his back stood up.

Bayrak sensed something was wrong.

The woman was getting closer. She was only few meters away from the bride and groom. Suddenly, the dog sprang into action.

He dashed straight toward the stranger. Guests turned around. Everyone was horrified as Bayrak began barking, bit into her clothing, and brought her to the ground.

By the time people realized why the dog was acting this way and what the woman was hiding under her dress, it was already too late…

The next moment, an explosion occurred.

deafening blast echoed through the area. People scattered in panic — some screamed, others fell to the ground.

The explosion happened at distance from the crowd — at the edge of the field, where Bayrak had forced the woman.

It turned out the woman was terrorist. The explosive device hidden under her dress was ready to be detonated. Had she reached the crowd, there would have been many casualties. But she didn’t make it that far.

At the cost of his own life, Bayrak saved dozens. He died along with the woman.

The next day, he was buried under the old oak tree on the edge of the village. Everyone came — the newlyweds, the guests, the neighbors. plaque was placed on his grave with the inscription:

Bayrak. Loyal friend. Hero.”

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