Chapter 304
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The camp in the wild is different from that in Lynch's imagination. He has also been to some camps in the wild, and even to some camps on the prairie, but the feeling of those places is not to protect humans, but to prevent humans from harming nature.
A reverse protection. People are locked in camps that can only control human behavior. In fact, the low fence can't stop the jump of a large cat at all.
However, there is no need to worry about animals who don't want to hold a meeting to attack human camps. In nature, animals know better than humans how to abide by the rules and what is the value of not rashly entering the territory of other animals.
Here, on this prairie, almost one person needs to hold together, and even thicker wood forms the outermost anti horse pile.
It may not be called this here, but the process is the same. The sharpened wood is facing the outside. Many horse stakes are covered with a black layer of blood scab, and there is a faint strange smell when they come.
The inner circle is also a solid wooden fence, which is very tight. The whole camp stands on the prairie like a small fortress.
Seeing that Lynch seemed to be curious about everything here, hassana became interested. He introduced it in a proud tone, "our location is not very good. We pass by here every year when animals migrate. Sometimes these animals are curious. Some of them also want to see what is behind the grassland."
"The blood on the wood outside the camp was left by the beasts when they attacked the camp..." he said as if he thought of something. "If you are not in a hurry, you can see the picture that is difficult to see at ordinary times. I bet you haven't seen it!"
He did his best to exaggerate and praise, "shocking picture!"
Lynch nodded noncommittally. When the car stopped steadily, he got out of the car.
In the camp, there are some vehicles under repair. These vehicles are taller and larger, and so are the tires. It is better to say that they are transformed agricultural machinery, safe, reliable and solid. The only disadvantage may be that they are not fast enough.
When people sit in the carriage, the height of their sight is about two meters, which is obviously higher than those lush weeds on the grassland, and their sight will not be affected.
At this time, a young man who was somewhat similar to hasana took the initiative to come over. He shouted an uncle and then looked at Lynch.
Hassana introduced Lynch to him. The young man, who was older than Lynch, suddenly became respectful. It was only a night's fermentation. He had heard the name more than once.
He actually appeared here because of Lynch. He called him "Mr. Lynch" respectfully, and then talked about what he wanted to say, "uncle, our sentry has found their forward. There are about 80 kilometers here. Do you want to go out?"
Hassana thought a little and nodded. He turned to Lynch and introduced him to the exchange between their uncles and nephews.
"Mr. Lynch, do you think this place is full of vitality?" hassana asked. Lynch naturally gave a positive answer, but hassana smiled and said, "this place is indeed vibrant, but it is also full of unimaginable dangers."
"In fact, there is a lack of water here. I mean, rivers and lakes can directly provide water for animals."
"Animals can only eat these weeds to fill their stomachs and supplement some water at the same time, but there are too many animals. They can easily eat up the weeds in an area, so they must move constantly for food and water."
"Until the rainy season comes, they will go around the grassland and return to some places with fixed water sources. When the water sources dry up, they will start to migrate again."
"These herbivores are migrating, and some other animals migrate because of their migration, some carnivores."
"These predators are our goal!"
Hassana said this and patted his nephew on the arm. "Let the boys prepare. I'll take the most magnificent leopard lion and give it to my friend Mr. Lynch!"
They set about preparing some things needed for hunting. The staff sergeant found Lynch and handed him a pistol. "Do you know how to use it?"
Lynch weighed the pistol in his hand. The cold metal texture gave it a great sense of security. He nodded, "open the insurance, pull the trigger, and give the rest to God!"
The staff sergeant was stunned and then smiled. "God doesn't care about these things. I hope we won't get too close. If it's really species migration, we......" he looked back at all kinds of carts undergoing final maintenance, "we can't resist the hooves of animals!"
There is no spectacular scene of animal migration in the Federation. If they had so many animals, they would not create some reserves to protect those animals that are about to become extinct.
Some dignitaries don't have to spend money to hunt in neighboring countries every year. It is said that some rich people spend as much as the annual profit of a small and micro enterprise every year. However, they enjoy it and spend a lot of money to send their prey back to China.
Although there is no animal migration in the Federation, the Federation has TV. They have seen some similar pictures on TV. The whole animal population is like an uncontrollable, violent torrent, tearing up everything on the way forward.
Lynch hesitated a little. He took the staff sergeant and took two steps to the side. "Later, you'll tell the young man and leave you two cars. If the situation is wrong, we'll go right away."
After a break at noon, a group of people set out from the camp.
Lynch thought everyone would drive those carts, but it turned out that he thought too much. Only he, hassana and a few people with rifles could ride the carts, others still took cars, and even some people rode horses!
The horsemen walked very fast. These people wanted to explore the situation in front, and the car was full of people. Lynch felt a little strange about their performance.
They are indifferent, not excited, not nervous, and calmly check their equipment - mostly things made of thick leather and metal plates to protect their bodies, as well as some ropes and nets.
As for the cart, it was Lynch and hassana.
The scenery of the grassland is extraordinary. More than one meter high weeds block too many dangerous things, leaving only the beauty of deceiving people.
Just as he was chatting with hasana about some interesting federal stories, a knight who was some distance away from the team suddenly tilted, and a yellowish brown thing flashed away in Lynch's eyes. The knight even disappeared into the grass with people and horses.
About half a minute later, a horse without its owner stood up again and ran towards the team in panic. The atmosphere of the team suddenly became tense.
Hassana's nephew frowned. He whispered a few words with the people around him. On the second cart, a local Hunter raised his shotgun. With a gunshot, the horse galloping towards the motorcade fell to the ground.
Around the fallen horse, some weeds half human tall began to shake, like boiling water, but soon calmed down.
Hassana looked at Lynch with a smile. "The migratory herd is coming, because these predators have arrived!" he, including others, seems to care nothing about what the missing knight is experiencing. No one has anything to do with the knight. Everyone is used to it.
More than 40 minutes ahead of the original plan, the knight running farthest sent a message that they had come into contact with the front part of the migrating herd.
The number of these animals is not very large. They are only the part of exploring the way. The situation on the grassland seems to be the same every year to humans and laymen. In fact, there are some differences.
Most of these pathfinding herds are "young" among some animals, and they have the strongest perception of grassland changes. Their task is to lead the ethnic group to find a "home route" with sufficient food.
About ten minutes later, Lynch saw the animal. It was very strong. It was about two to three meters long, at least one meter seven or eight high. It had gray skin, brown hair and a short neck. It looked like a cow, but it had no horns. Instead, it was a bone structure like a round bowl buckled on the cow's head.
That's their head hammer. It's very hard. When this kind of thing that weighs at least several tons runs and hits something with a head hammer, I'm afraid it's not much easier than a car accident.
"Foreigners call them yakutasiya cattle, saying that this thing is not a cow, but for us, it is a cow!", hassana spoke of this with a trace of disdain. It seems that he is not impressed by the behavior of foreigners coming to his country to name these animals that have nothing to do with those people and asking them to call them so.
"These forwards need to explore the distribution of water vapor and weeds. Their speed is very slow, which also gives predators a chance."
"If it's a group of hammerhead cattle, hunters don't dare to start. They will always hunt around the front and last stage of the migrating population."
"Among them, the youngest and strongest predators will choose to be at the forefront. Only those old and frail predators will pick up bargains behind the group."
Hassana looked at Lynch and said sincerely, "you are my friend. I want to give the best things to my friend, so we want to hunt the strongest leopard lion!"
As he waved, some Knights whipped their horses and began to approach the slow-moving hammerheads. Instead of capturing these beasts, they kept passing them.
In the process of passing by, they will use sharp knives to cut cuts in the bodies of these hammered cattle.
The injured hammerhead cow will run, and at the same time, blood will spill out of the wound and fall on the grass stem of the barren grass and on the ground.
More and more hammerheads are frightened by injuries and start running around. When they find that they have not been further injured, they will stop and the Knights will drive them up again.
In less than twenty minutes, even Lynch in the distance smelled a bloody smell!
Bloody smell!
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The camp in the wild is different from that in Lynch's imagination. He has also been to some camps in the wild, and even to some camps on the prairie, but the feeling of those places is not to protect humans, but to prevent humans from harming nature.
A reverse protection. People are locked in camps that can only control human behavior. In fact, the low fence can't stop the jump of a large cat at all.
However, there is no need to worry about animals who don't want to hold a meeting to attack human camps. In nature, animals know better than humans how to abide by the rules and what is the value of not rashly entering the territory of other animals.
Here, on this prairie, almost one person needs to hold together, and even thicker wood forms the outermost anti horse pile.
It may not be called this here, but the process is the same. The sharpened wood is facing the outside. Many horse stakes are covered with a black layer of blood scab, and there is a faint strange smell when they come.
The inner circle is also a solid wooden fence, which is very tight. The whole camp stands on the prairie like a small fortress.
Seeing that Lynch seemed to be curious about everything here, hassana became interested. He introduced it in a proud tone, "our location is not very good. We pass by here every year when animals migrate. Sometimes these animals are curious. Some of them also want to see what is behind the grassland."
"The blood on the wood outside the camp was left by the beasts when they attacked the camp..." he said as if he thought of something. "If you are not in a hurry, you can see the picture that is difficult to see at ordinary times. I bet you haven't seen it!"
He did his best to exaggerate and praise, "shocking picture!"
Lynch nodded noncommittally. When the car stopped steadily, he got out of the car.
In the camp, there are some vehicles under repair. These vehicles are taller and larger, and so are the tires. It is better to say that they are transformed agricultural machinery, safe, reliable and solid. The only disadvantage may be that they are not fast enough.
When people sit in the carriage, the height of their sight is about two meters, which is obviously higher than those lush weeds on the grassland, and their sight will not be affected.
At this time, a young man who was somewhat similar to hasana took the initiative to come over. He shouted an uncle and then looked at Lynch.
Hassana introduced Lynch to him. The young man, who was older than Lynch, suddenly became respectful. It was only a night's fermentation. He had heard the name more than once.
He actually appeared here because of Lynch. He called him "Mr. Lynch" respectfully, and then talked about what he wanted to say, "uncle, our sentry has found their forward. There are about 80 kilometers here. Do you want to go out?"
Hassana thought a little and nodded. He turned to Lynch and introduced him to the exchange between their uncles and nephews.
"Mr. Lynch, do you think this place is full of vitality?" hassana asked. Lynch naturally gave a positive answer, but hassana smiled and said, "this place is indeed vibrant, but it is also full of unimaginable dangers."
"In fact, there is a lack of water here. I mean, rivers and lakes can directly provide water for animals."
"Animals can only eat these weeds to fill their stomachs and supplement some water at the same time, but there are too many animals. They can easily eat up the weeds in an area, so they must move constantly for food and water."
"Until the rainy season comes, they will go around the grassland and return to some places with fixed water sources. When the water sources dry up, they will start to migrate again."
"These herbivores are migrating, and some other animals migrate because of their migration, some carnivores."
"These predators are our goal!"
Hassana said this and patted his nephew on the arm. "Let the boys prepare. I'll take the most magnificent leopard lion and give it to my friend Mr. Lynch!"
They set about preparing some things needed for hunting. The staff sergeant found Lynch and handed him a pistol. "Do you know how to use it?"
Lynch weighed the pistol in his hand. The cold metal texture gave it a great sense of security. He nodded, "open the insurance, pull the trigger, and give the rest to God!"
The staff sergeant was stunned and then smiled. "God doesn't care about these things. I hope we won't get too close. If it's really species migration, we......" he looked back at all kinds of carts undergoing final maintenance, "we can't resist the hooves of animals!"
There is no spectacular scene of animal migration in the Federation. If they had so many animals, they would not create some reserves to protect those animals that are about to become extinct.
Some dignitaries don't have to spend money to hunt in neighboring countries every year. It is said that some rich people spend as much as the annual profit of a small and micro enterprise every year. However, they enjoy it and spend a lot of money to send their prey back to China.
Although there is no animal migration in the Federation, the Federation has TV. They have seen some similar pictures on TV. The whole animal population is like an uncontrollable, violent torrent, tearing up everything on the way forward.
Lynch hesitated a little. He took the staff sergeant and took two steps to the side. "Later, you'll tell the young man and leave you two cars. If the situation is wrong, we'll go right away."
After a break at noon, a group of people set out from the camp.
Lynch thought everyone would drive those carts, but it turned out that he thought too much. Only he, hassana and a few people with rifles could ride the carts, others still took cars, and even some people rode horses!
The horsemen walked very fast. These people wanted to explore the situation in front, and the car was full of people. Lynch felt a little strange about their performance.
They are indifferent, not excited, not nervous, and calmly check their equipment - mostly things made of thick leather and metal plates to protect their bodies, as well as some ropes and nets.
As for the cart, it was Lynch and hassana.
The scenery of the grassland is extraordinary. More than one meter high weeds block too many dangerous things, leaving only the beauty of deceiving people.
Just as he was chatting with hasana about some interesting federal stories, a knight who was some distance away from the team suddenly tilted, and a yellowish brown thing flashed away in Lynch's eyes. The knight even disappeared into the grass with people and horses.
About half a minute later, a horse without its owner stood up again and ran towards the team in panic. The atmosphere of the team suddenly became tense.
Hassana's nephew frowned. He whispered a few words with the people around him. On the second cart, a local Hunter raised his shotgun. With a gunshot, the horse galloping towards the motorcade fell to the ground.
Around the fallen horse, some weeds half human tall began to shake, like boiling water, but soon calmed down.
Hassana looked at Lynch with a smile. "The migratory herd is coming, because these predators have arrived!" he, including others, seems to care nothing about what the missing knight is experiencing. No one has anything to do with the knight. Everyone is used to it.
More than 40 minutes ahead of the original plan, the knight running farthest sent a message that they had come into contact with the front part of the migrating herd.
The number of these animals is not very large. They are only the part of exploring the way. The situation on the grassland seems to be the same every year to humans and laymen. In fact, there are some differences.
Most of these pathfinding herds are "young" among some animals, and they have the strongest perception of grassland changes. Their task is to lead the ethnic group to find a "home route" with sufficient food.
About ten minutes later, Lynch saw the animal. It was very strong. It was about two to three meters long, at least one meter seven or eight high. It had gray skin, brown hair and a short neck. It looked like a cow, but it had no horns. Instead, it was a bone structure like a round bowl buckled on the cow's head.
That's their head hammer. It's very hard. When this kind of thing that weighs at least several tons runs and hits something with a head hammer, I'm afraid it's not much easier than a car accident.
"Foreigners call them yakutasiya cattle, saying that this thing is not a cow, but for us, it is a cow!", hassana spoke of this with a trace of disdain. It seems that he is not impressed by the behavior of foreigners coming to his country to name these animals that have nothing to do with those people and asking them to call them so.
"These forwards need to explore the distribution of water vapor and weeds. Their speed is very slow, which also gives predators a chance."
"If it's a group of hammerhead cattle, hunters don't dare to start. They will always hunt around the front and last stage of the migrating population."
"Among them, the youngest and strongest predators will choose to be at the forefront. Only those old and frail predators will pick up bargains behind the group."
Hassana looked at Lynch and said sincerely, "you are my friend. I want to give the best things to my friend, so we want to hunt the strongest leopard lion!"
As he waved, some Knights whipped their horses and began to approach the slow-moving hammerheads. Instead of capturing these beasts, they kept passing them.
In the process of passing by, they will use sharp knives to cut cuts in the bodies of these hammered cattle.
The injured hammerhead cow will run, and at the same time, blood will spill out of the wound and fall on the grass stem of the barren grass and on the ground.
More and more hammerheads are frightened by injuries and start running around. When they find that they have not been further injured, they will stop and the Knights will drive them up again.
In less than twenty minutes, even Lynch in the distance smelled a bloody smell!
Bloody smell!
The camp in the wild is different from that in Lynch's imagination. He has also been to some camps in the wild, and even to some camps on the prairie, but the feeling of those places is not to protect humans, but to prevent humans from harming nature.A reverse protection. People are locked in camps that can only control human behavior. In fact, the low fence can't stop the jump of a large cat at all.However, there is no need to worry about animals who don't want to hold a meeting to attack human camps. In nature, animals know better than humans how to abide by the rules and what is the value of not rashly entering the territory of other animals.Here, on this prairie, almost one person needs to hold together, and even thicker wood forms the outermost anti horse pile.It may not be called this here, but the process is the same. The sharpened wood is facing the outside. Many horse stakes are covered with a black layer of blood scab, and there is a faint strange smell when they come.The inner circle is also a solid wooden fence, which is very tight. The whole camp stands on the prairie like a small fortress.Seeing that Lynch seemed to be curious about everything here, hassana became interested. He introduced it in a proud tone, "our location is not very good. We pass by here every year when animals migrate. Sometimes these animals are curious. Some of them also want to see what is behind the grassland.""The blood on the wood outside the camp was left by the beasts when they attacked the camp..." he said as if he thought of something. "If you are not in a hurry, you can see the picture that is difficult to see at ordinary times. I bet you haven't seen it!"He did his best to exaggerate and praise, "shocking picture!"Lynch nodded noncommittally. When the car stopped steadily, he got out of the car.In the camp, there are some vehicles under repair. These vehicles are taller and larger, and so are the tires. It is better to say that they are transformed agricultural machinery, safe, reliable and solid. The only disadvantage may be that they are not fast enough.When people sit in the carriage, the height of their sight is about two meters, which is obviously higher than those lush weeds on the grassland, and their sight will not be affected.At this time, a young man who was somewhat similar to hasana took the initiative to come over. He shouted an uncle and then looked at Lynch.Hassana introduced Lynch to him. The young man, who was older than Lynch, suddenly became respectful. It was only a night's fermentation. He had heard the name more than once.He actually appeared here because of Lynch. He called him "Mr. Lynch" respectfully, and then talked about what he wanted to say, "uncle, our sentry has found their forward. There are about 80 kilometers here. Do you want to go out?"Hassana thought a little and nodded. He turned to Lynch and introduced him to the exchange between their uncles and nephews."Mr. Lynch, do you think this place is full of vitality?" hassana asked. Lynch naturally gave a positive answer, but hassana smiled and said, "this place is indeed vibrant, but it is also full of unimaginable dangers.""In fact, there is a lack of water here. I mean, rivers and lakes can directly provide water for animals.""Animals can only eat these weeds to fill their stomachs and supplement some water at the same time, but there are too many animals. They can easily eat up the weeds in an area, so they must move constantly for food and water.""Until the rainy season comes, they will go around the grassland and return to some places with fixed water sources. When the water sources dry up, they will start to migrate again.""These herbivores are migrating, and some other animals migrate because of their migration, some carnivores.""These predators are our goal!"Hassana said this and patted his nephew on the arm. "Let the boys prepare. I'll take the most magnificent leopard lion and give it to my friend Mr. Lynch!"They set about preparing some things needed for hunting. The staff sergeant found Lynch and handed him a pistol. "Do you know how to use it?"Lynch weighed the pistol in his hand. The cold metal texture gave it a great sense of security. He nodded, "open the insurance, pull the trigger, and give the rest to God!"The staff sergeant was stunned and then smiled. "God doesn't care about these things. I hope we won't get too close. If it's really species migration, we......" he looked back at all kinds of carts undergoing final maintenance, "we can't resist the hooves of animals!"There is no spectacular scene of animal migration in the Federation. If they had so many animals, they would not create some reserves to protect those animals that are about to become extinct.Some dignitaries don't have to spend money to hunt in neighboring countries every year. It is said that some rich people spend as much as the annual profit of a small and micro enterprise every year. However, they enjoy it and spend a lot of money to send their prey back to China.Although there is no animal migration in the Federation, the Federation has TV. They have seen some similar pictures on TV. The whole animal population is like an uncontrollable, violent torrent, tearing up everything on the way forward.Lynch hesitated a little. He took the staff sergeant and took two steps to the side. "Later, you'll tell the young man and leave you two cars. If the situation is wrong, we'll go right away."After a break at noon, a group of people set out from the camp.Lynch thought everyone would drive those carts, but it turned out that he thought too much. Only he, hassana and a few people with rifles could ride the carts, others still took cars, and even some people rode horses!The horsemen walked very fast. These people wanted to explore the situation in front, and the car was full of people. Lynch felt a little strange about their performance.They are indifferent, not excited, not nervous, and calmly check their equipment - mostly things made of thick leather and metal plates to protect their bodies, as well as some ropes and nets.As for the cart, it was Lynch and hassana.The scenery of the grassland is extraordinary. More than one meter high weeds block too many dangerous things, leaving only the beauty of deceiving people.Just as he was chatting with hasana about some interesting federal stories, a knight who was some distance away from the team suddenly tilted, and a yellowish brown thing flashed away in Lynch's eyes. The knight even disappeared into the grass with people and horses.About half a minute later, a horse without its owner stood up again and ran towards the team in panic. The atmosphere of the team suddenly became tense.Hassana's nephew frowned. He whispered a few words with the people around him. On the second cart, a local Hunter raised his shotgun. With a gunshot, the horse galloping towards the motorcade fell to the ground.Around the fallen horse, some weeds half human tall began to shake, like boiling water, but soon calmed down.Hassana looked at Lynch with a smile. "The migratory herd is coming, because these predators have arrived!" he, including others, seems to care nothing about what the missing knight is experiencing. No one has anything to do with the knight. Everyone is used to it.More than 40 minutes ahead of the original plan, the knight running farthest sent a message that they had come into contact with the front part of the migrating herd.The number of these animals is not very large. They are only the part of exploring the way. The situation on the grassland seems to be the same every year to humans and laymen. In fact, there are some differences.Most of these pathfinding herds are "young" among some animals, and they have the strongest perception of grassland changes. Their task is to lead the ethnic group to find a "home route" with sufficient food.About ten minutes later, Lynch saw the animal. It was very strong. It was about two to three meters long, at least one meter seven or eight high. It had gray skin, brown hair and a short neck. It looked like a cow, but it had no horns. Instead, it was a bone structure like a round bowl buckled on the cow's head.That's their head hammer. It's very hard. When this kind of thing that weighs at least several tons runs and hits something with a head hammer, I'm afraid it's not much easier than a car accident."Foreigners call them yakutasiya cattle, saying that this thing is not a cow, but for us, it is a cow!", hassana spoke of this with a trace of disdain. It seems that he is not impressed by the behavior of foreigners coming to his country to name these animals that have nothing to do with those people and asking them to call them so."These forwards need to explore the distribution of water vapor and weeds. Their speed is very slow, which also gives predators a chance.""If it's a group of hammerhead cattle, hunters don't dare to start. They will always hunt around the front and last stage of the migrating population.""Among them, the youngest and strongest predators will choose to be at the forefront. Only those old and frail predators will pick up bargains behind the group."Hassana looked at Lynch and said sincerely, "you are my friend. I want to give the best things to my friend, so we want to hunt the strongest leopard lion!"As he waved, some Knights whipped their horses and began to approach the slow-moving hammerheads. Instead of capturing these beasts, they kept passing them.In the process of passing by, they will use sharp knives to cut cuts in the bodies of these hammered cattle.The injured hammerhead cow will run, and at the same time, blood will spill out of the wound and fall on the grass stem of the barren grass and on the ground.More and more hammerheads are frightened by injuries and start running around. When they find that they have not been further injured, they will stop and the Knights will drive them up again.In less than twenty minutes, even Lynch in the distance smelled a bloody smell!Bloody smell!
