In the early morning, the warm sun dispelled the mist on the surface, and the savannah ushered in a new day.

The early birds are busy cleaning up, and the nestlings in the nest are all open and clamoring for breakfast. The whole grassland seemed to come to life suddenly, and everywhere there was a noise that only animals could understand.

The African savannah is home to a wide variety of species, and the diversity of birds is rare in the world. They are like a whole social system independent of the animals on the surface. Among them, there are secretary birds that look majestic on the side, but turn around and look like a funny one, and there are also white-bellied storks who are diligent and diligent, catching insects and eliminating pests in the grassland all year round.

Of course, there are also reviews that are not very good. For example, the black kite that inhabits the Masai steppe near the side of the Great Rift Valley is a well-known "robber" in this area. As a kind of bird of prey, the recipe of the black kite is also very mixed, from the nestling in the eagle's nest to the rabbit in the lion's mouth, there is no food that it does not dare to grab. Even tourists passing through Makuyuni are occasionally robbed by black kites.

Towards noon, when the sun began to scorch, on the border of the steppe, less than fifty kilometers southwest of Makuyuni, there was a black kite, preparing to carry out its plan of robbery.

On a small dirt slope not far from the cypress where it stood, a serval was crawling out of the grass with a marmot with a face full of love, and carefully looked around, lest a robber suddenly emerge from somewhere and rob it of the fruits of the morning's hard work.

In general, black kites are less likely to provoke felines. The main reason is that the agility of felines is too high, and it is too easy to be reacted by the other party when they raid, so that they can't steal chickens and add food to the other party.

But now this black kite has been hungry for two days, as the so-called "people die for money, birds die for food", in order to fill the stomach, it is impossible to do a cat's mouth to grab food.

Watching the serval lay down its prey and prepare for the meal, the black kite was also ready for a sneak attack. But at this moment, there was a sudden slight tremor on the ground, and at the same time, the roar of the off-road vehicle also came from a distance.

The serval quickly picked up the groundhog with its white eyes in its mouth, turned around and jumped onto the tree next to it.

After about ten seconds, an off-road vehicle without a front windshield took an S-shaped route and rushed over the low slope without slowing down. The faint smell of beasts on the car made the serval hair hiding in the trees explode.

The black kite in the other tree seemed to be a little puzzled, tilting its head to look at the off-road vehicle in the distance.

The serval didn't know the running tin box, but it did.

Just a short distance away near the hilly mountains, you can often see this kind of running iron box.

However, the animals in these iron boxes are generally not very friendly, and they often die under a fire-breathing iron pipe used by these animals. Of course, it won't admit that the death of those of its kind is related to their habit of robbery. However, the black kite stayed away from its nest and chose to run to the grassland border to feed.

But right now, it's not safe here...

The serval on another tree, before he could react from the panic brought by the off-road vehicle, suddenly a black shadow flashed in front of him, his mouth loosened, and the lunch that he had not had time to enjoy was so far away, leaving the bewildered serval alone in the wind.

Voice-over... Groundhog: Hehe, Lao Tzu TM can finally die.

It's a pity that this black kite didn't look more closely, otherwise it would have been found that in the tin box just past, it was not a human walking upright, but the most famous stunned green and the most agile predator in the African savannah.

Wang Ping was a little tired.

After a long morning's drive, after the initial excitement of regaining self-confidence, all that's left is tedium and fatigue.

Because of the problem of body shape, Wang Ping could only stand on the seat in a standing posture on the way, and firmly grasped the steering wheel with his paws to stabilize his body. Not to mention resting, Wang Ping's small back can be stuffed into at least three Wang Pings at the interval between the seat back. You can't even relax if you want to.

The soreness of the body brought on by prolonged stiffness is definitely exponentially stimulating.

Seeing that the terrain is steep and the occasional wind-blown woven bag can be seen on the grass, Wang Ping reckoned that it was about to approach the farmland area on the outskirts of Makuyuni, and it was not far from Highway 104. Before arriving, it's important to take a break and recuperate.

The car came to a slow stop on the bank of a river less than two meters wide. Wang Ping held the lever with his two paws and pressed the brake, turned around and raised his hind legs and kicked on the gear lever to reset the gear, and then twisted the key and turned off.

Xiaohua, who was already familiar with this process, couldn't wait to jump out of the car from the front before the car stopped, breathing heavily, with a sluggish expression.

Because he was too lazy to change gears, and it was not very convenient for Wang Ping to be short-handed and short-footed, so Wang Ping rampaged at the highest speed all the way, even if there were some ditches and bumps, the off-road vehicle would not slow down at all.

The bumpy feeling caused by driving in this road condition is particularly obvious to Xiaohua who squats in the co-pilot. The reason why I didn't get motion sickness was probably because I lost the windshield and was forced to pour a mouth into a stomach full of wind.

Lifting the handbrake in a somewhat ashamed posture, Wang Ping ran to the back seat to look at Gu Lang.

Gu Laosan became more and more weak, except for the fact that the high fever on his cheeks did not completely subside, and there was a hint of ruddyness, his face was pale as a whole. There was no blood on his hands.

Wang Ping knew that this was due to the high fever and the physical consumption was too severe, and he could not be replenished.

Gu Lang's appearance can't withstand a long period of tossing, and he must supplement food in time, especially high-nutrient food. Wang Ping didn't want to take his own life to drive to rescue the people, but starved to death before he died.

The backpack containing food was placed under the seat next to Gu Lang's feet, and the instant noodles inside were all shattered into slag, and the deer leg had already been turned upside down in Java, and I don't know where it was thrown away. There is still a pack of beef jerky, which is still the leftover from Xiaohua's previous food, Wang Ping didn't eat it, and took it back. However, Gu Lang's appearance is like this, I am afraid that he will not be blessed.

Wang Ping turned out a few boxes of canned beef that were still left at the bottom, and when he opened them, he found that they had already shaken into a lump of batter, which was slippery and a little disgusting. But how to say that this is also the most nutritious thing at the moment, and it can be used as Gu Lang's nutritious meal. Anyway, this product has no sense, and what to eat is up to Wang Ping.

The aroma of the canned food spread outside the car, attracting the little flower that had just washed her face with her tongue.

Jumped into the car and approached the can in Wang Ping's hand, only to smell it, Xiaohua turned her head in disgust. Finally, it dragged out the half of the mosaic that had been hidden under the back seat last night, jumped out of the car, and went to have a picnic with a crooked-necked tree. Wang Ping was left alone in the car, holding a box of cans and thinking about countermeasures.

It's a pity that Wang Ping's claws can't hold the spoon, so he feeds it directly with his hands for fear of inadvertently scratching Gu Lang's mouth.

patted Gu Lang's face, this thing just snorted lightly twice, and sure enough, he still couldn't be fully awake.

Remembering the principle of the field nutrients he carried during the training of the Foreign Legion, Wang Ping used his paws to pierce a small hole in the bottom of the canned food box, and then brought it close to Gu Lang's mouth, so that the canned beef that had turned into mushy inside leaked little by little. In order not to block the small hole, Wang Ping even stirred it inside with his paws.

Fortunately, although he was not conscious, his mouth was still very honest and knew that he was hungry. The beef paste that leaked in was swallowed into Gu Lang's stomach under the control of his subconscious, and the desire to survive seemed very strong.

Some of the yellowed beef paste drips intermittently, and sometimes there are meat particles that slightly block the holes, and then Wang Ping pokes them down with his paws, bringing down a large lump of soup by the way. After staring at it for a while, Wang Ping suddenly felt that this picture was extremely similar to a certain physiological process, and he suddenly felt sick to his stomach.

"Tsk, why is it that every time I kindly want to take care of this kid, the painting style becomes so strange?"