The beasts in the wild jungle actually have their own fixed territory, especially some huge beasts with ferocious temperaments, which occupy a large area by themselves.
Some weaker ferocious beasts stay together in groups to avoid being attacked by other beasts.
Although the seven-colored deer is also classified as a ferocious beast, it actually belongs to a relatively weak category among ferocious beasts.
Because it has nothing special except for its lightning speed and the sharp horns sharpened on the rocks. If it does not live in a group, it can easily become the meat of other beasts. Don't look at the colorful deer herds
Now he is drinking water leisurely by the lake, but in fact he is always vigilant and will run away as soon as there is any disturbance. On this wide grassland by the lake, few animals can outrun them.
Gongliang observed it, quietly put down the spear in his hand, and took out two short spears from his back.
After walking quietly for a while, the group stopped by a small bush about a few hundred meters away from the seven-colored deer drinking water.
They tried their best to hide in the bushes to avoid being discovered by the seven-colored deer. After observing, Bolong said to Gongliang and others: "The next step is up to you."
This is a test for them. The hunting team will try to let them hunt as new hunters without danger, so that they can grow up as quickly as possible and become an indispensable member of the hunting team.
Gong Liang, Feng Han and Jin looked at each other and quickly sprang out from the bushes, running wildly in the direction of the seven-colored deer. While running out of the grass, Gong Liang held a short spear and threw it hard at the deer.
Go, a seven-color deer was unfortunately hit and fell to the ground.
Almost as soon as they escaped from the bushes, the colorful deer drinking water by the lake noticed the situation and turned around in fear and ran towards the woods.
When Gongliang's short spear hit the seven-color deer, the herd of seven-color deer had already galloped halfway to the woods. He quickly picked up another short spear and threw it out. This time it hit the hind leg of a seven-color deer. The seven-color deer
He staggered and struggled to run towards the woods ahead. Gongliang quickly rushed forward and stabbed him to death with a spear.
Next to them, Feng Han and Jin also gained something.
Jin was lucky. As soon as he rushed forward, he encountered two small colorful deers running around aimlessly. He beat them to the ground and caught them.
Feng Han was surprised that instead of catching a seven-colored deer, he caught a ferocious beast named Meng Ji.
"Why didn't you catch the seven-colored deer?" Gong Liang asked.
"I originally wanted to catch a seven-color deer, but this guy unexpectedly rushed towards me. If I don't catch it, who will I catch?"
It turned out to be an idiot. Just look at how unlucky it was when Fou Han hit its head with a stick until all the brains came out. Two large seven-color deer, two small seven-color deer and one Mengji beast were enough for their hunting team to eat.
There was no more killing, and the prey was returned to the temporary camp.
In order to help them become proficient in handling the ferocious beasts as quickly as possible, the old man in the team did not step forward to help this time, but asked them to slaughter the Seven-Colored Deer and the Mengji Beast on their own.
The seven-color deer is a weakling among ferocious beasts. It contains limited energy and blood essence. For the old men of the hunting team who are used to drinking the huge amount of energy and blood essence condensed in ferocious birds and beasts, this thing is simply worthless. So some people would rather
I don't want to drink the blood of Seven-Colored Deer even if I want to drink water. This is actually an advantage for Gong Liang, Feng Han and Jin, the three newcomers, and of course a little beast named Yuan Gungun.
This guy took it orally, and few people drank the blood of the big seven-color deer, let alone the small seven-color deer, so Gongliang took a big bag of the blood of the small seven-color deer and gave it to drink.
The little guy held a water bag filled with the blood of a small seven-color deer and drank until his belly was like a ball.
What surprised Gongliang was that the little seven-color deer actually had a small horn on its head. In his previous life, it was called antlers, but it was a good thing. The Yanbu people didn't know about the treasure, so they gave him an advantage. He gave him two little seven-color deer's horns.
The deer antler was cut off and a little antler blood was harvested, which he mixed with a little wine and drank directly.
After putting the slaughtered seven-color deer and Mengji beast on the wooden frame to roast, Gongliang went to the nearby bamboo forest to dig out a few young bamboo shoots and roasted them next to the firewood.
"A Liang, can this food be eaten?" Fou Han asked curiously.
"Of course I can."
Gongliang felt strange about his question, so he replied angrily and ignored him.
After going back last time, he summed up his experience and felt that he must bring a pot with him next time he hunts, otherwise he won't be able to drink the hot soup. It's just that the iron pot is too big and it would be awkward to carry around. After thinking about it, he remembered his previous life.
The steel helmet worn by the troops during the war. It was a dual-use thing at that time. During the war, it was a helmet, which could be used to block knives, guns and bullets; in free time, it was an iron pot, which could be used to make soup and cook meat and pancakes.
Therefore, Gongliang asked Yehan to help make a helmet. Although it is simple, Yehan had to make more than a dozen helmets to make it suitable for Gongliang to wear.
After getting the iron helmet, he covered it with a layer of soft animal skin, otherwise it would hurt terribly if he hit his head on the iron helmet. At first, he was not used to wearing the helmet because it was too heavy, but he got used to it after wearing it for a long time.
At this time, Gongliang took off his helmet and took out the animal skin inside. He took the iron helmet to the lake and washed it with sand to prevent it from smelling when making soup.
After washing, I filled a helmet with water and returned to the camp.
Then he went to find some stones to make a stone stove and put the helmet on it to burn. After the water boiled, he cut some venison and dug two bamboo shoots from the bamboo forest to take the meat and threw it in.
On the way here, he randomly picked some black ears and ground them freshly, which came in handy at this time. He washed them and threw them into the pot.
In a short while, a pot of delicacies and venison soup was cooked.
After seasoning it with pickled creek fish, Gongliang tried it and it tasted delicious.
"Does it taste good?" Feng Han watched from the side and couldn't help but ask.
"Not bad." Gongliang nodded.
But then he discovered that how could he eat without bowls and chopsticks? He quickly chopped down a thick piece of strong bamboo to make bowls and chopsticks. Just as the seven-colored deer was roasted, everyone began to serve soup and eat meat.
Gongliang was not in a hurry to eat the barbecue, but picked up the cooked bamboo shoots from the fire and slowly opened the outer layer of the bamboo shoots. After a while, the white and tender bamboo shoots inside were revealed, and the fragrance of the fresh bamboo shoots also followed.
It floats out. Take a bite, it's tender, crunchy, sweet, and incredibly delicious.
Feng Han, who was holding a leg of seven-color venison next to him, smelled the aroma, swallowed his saliva and asked, "A-Liang, is this delicious?"
Seeing his greedy look, Gongliang threw an unbroken bamboo shoot over and said, "You'll know if you try it yourself."
Feng Han was so happy that he put the venison aside and broke off the bamboo shoots.
When roasting bamboo shoots, Gongliang had countless heads, just one for each person. He ate bamboo shoots, accompanied by barbecue, and drank delicious venison soup. For the first time, he felt that jungle life was so wonderful, if there were not so many
It was dangerous, he really wanted to stay in this jungle forever.
After eating and drinking, the sky had darkened, and a crescent moon hung high in the sky, casting down wisps of bright moonlight.
I haven't taken a bath for a few days. Looking at the clear lake below, Gongliang wanted to go down and take a bath, but he was pulled away by a big stone.
Gongliang was confused for a moment, why couldn't he take a bath? As if seeing his confusion, Dashi cut up a large piece of the remaining barbecue, then took him to the lake and threw the barbecue down.
"Bang..."
A splash of water suddenly exploded by the lake, and a big fish with sharp teeth jumped out of the lake and dived in again. The cluster of sharp thorns on its back glowed coldly in the moonlight, making people's scalp numb.
Gongliang couldn't help but take a breath of air. Fortunately, Dashi held him, otherwise he would have become a delicacy for this big fish when he got into the lake.
Looking carefully, there is more than one big fish in the lake. Faintly, dark backs are swimming in the water, seeming to be looking for the food just dropped by the big stone.
Now Gongliang didn't dare to take a bath anymore, and quickly went back to sleep.