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Fang Hong used a knife to cut the beaver meat one by one: "In my country, beavers are protected animals, don't fight their ideas." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"666, I am a big foodie country, and the animals that are flooded abroad can be eaten as protected animals. ”

"Beaver meat is not that tasty, mainly because of the fur. However, in recent years, mink has been artificially raised in the Northeast, and beavers have no poaching value. Fang Hong set up the beaver and roasted it on the fire.

"You see that these beavers have bitten half of the trees, and they look like they have been cut down with an axe. Beavers are very smart and will not bite the tree directly, but will bite halfway and wait for the wind to blow the tree down, in a stormy field like Patagonia, which gives the beaver the most perfect working environment, which is why the beaver here is so harmful. ”

Elsewhere, the beaver would need to bite through the tree until it was a fifth of the way through, but in the Patagonian wilderness, it only takes a little more than half of the bite for the wind to blow the tree down.

Fang Hong was still talking, and the big tree in the camera fell to the ground with a bang.

The high winds made it no longer able to bear its own weight.

The trees fell to the ground, and the beavers saw it immediately.

"For the next few months, the beavers would build dams here to divide the water and hunt underwater until the lake freezes in the winter.

Beavers also build their nests in the lake, leaving a path that leads underwater.

"If I come back in a few months, it's bare, and the river is even more clogged, but I can walk through it safely through the swamp. ”

"Can these dams leave?"

Fang Hong smiled: "More than two months ago, Canada announced the discovery of the world's largest beaver dam, do you know how long it is?" ”

"Fifty meters?"

"Fifty meters is definitely not the largest, more than a hundred meters, right?"

"How is it possible, a hundred meters of dam, how strong is that to keep the water in. ”

Fang Hong laughed: "That dam is eight hundred meters long, which is twice as long as the Hoover Dam, the largest dam in the United States. Researchers found that after 35 years of the six beaver families, the ancestor who first carried out this huge project has long since died, and the latest beaver family is already the thirtieth generation of this ancestor. ”

The running track of a stadium is only 400 meters in total, and you can imagine how long it is after stretching, and two are so long, which is the length of this dam.

"Of course, that's because Canada has more of a river basin than it does, and it's like a beaver paradise here, and it's a great place for beavers to live. ”

"Brother Gun, these dams are so important to the beavers, won't you be attacked if you go up?"

"The beavers stuck to the dam layer by layer with silt, just because they were afraid that the big predators would attack, and when I passed by it, they would hide in their nests instead of coming out to attack me. But now, if it were two million years ago, it would have been dangerous for humans to encounter beavers. ”

"Danger to beavers? Doesn't it mean that humans have exterminated all the big animals? Afraid of beavers?"

Fang Hong smiled: "The current beavers are only one-tenth the size of two million years ago, and they can escape the turmoil of human slaughter in the world, relying on their ever-shrinking size. However, that is something that a group of people can do, and it does not mean that one person can be able to kill beavers when they encounter them. ”

After roasting the beaver, Fang Hong cut some meat and put it in a thermos cup, and then feasted on it: "Actually, before the Song Dynasty, the Chinese only had two meals a day, mainly because the meat intake was relatively rich and did not need three meals, and on the other hand, it was also due to the relatively small production of crops. All I need to do is make sure I eat today, this beaver is quite big enough to feed me three times. ”

"Brother Gun, aren't you cooking today?"

"Rice is no longer enough, my journey tomorrow is to cross a narrow saltwater lake connected to the sea, it takes a lot of energy, if you go around it, you won't be able to catch up, so I have to leave rice today. ”

After breakfast, Fang Hong walked onto the beaver embankment, in this beaver water as vast as the ocean.

It wasn't until 10 a.m. that I crossed this wetland created by beavers.

Mountains, barren mountains are in front of you, almost no vegetation.

The flying machine flew through the sky and circled around Fang Hong, the wilderness was a little ugly.

For this kind of ground, Fang Hong's knee pressure was very high, and after noon, Fang Hong took a dead log, held the pestle in his hand, and still maintained his speed.

"Luckily, the climate here is cold, and if you're walking in a tropical desert, it's enough to just look for water. ”

"Woooo

Fang Hong looked back at the aircraft: "What BGM are you putting around." ”

However, as soon as Fang Hong turned around, he found that it was not the BGM put by the flying machine at all, but three Indians riding horses in the distance.

The people from the Indian Ona tribe, the dress of Genggu has not changed, they looked at Fang Hong, and they didn't have any intention of coming up to communicate.

More than 300 years ago, it was these strangely dressed adventurers who exterminated their species.

The howls of the three Ona people were not battle cries, which made Fang Hong unwary of them.

Three hundred years ago, was there also an adventurer who set foot in this world, looking across the wasteland from the Ona people?

"Indians?"

"The Ona people, one of the last remaining Indian groups on Tierra del Fuego, are the indigenous people of the island. ”

Red robes, blue shawls, tall horses, the Ona people still hold their heads high in the face of modern civilization.

Science and technology are only the last indicators of civilization, and morality is the pearl of civilization.

There is no doubt that they are the eternal masters of this land.

After a day's walking, Fang Hong came to a flat wasteland.

Under the golden glow of the setting sun, on the wetland ahead, a flock of red birds stood in the water with their long necks held high.

At the same time as the setting sun fell, they raised one of their long legs, curled their necks, buried their heads in front of their wings, and rested in a standing position.

Fang Hong was originally going to build a shelter out of dead grass and branches, but seeing such a scene, he sat down cross-legged: "Chilean flamingos." ”

That's right, these big birds are flamingos.

The flamingo, which is orange and looks out of place with other birds in the world, is quiet and peaceful with the sunset.

"This is the last classic image we will see on Tierra del Fuego. Fang Hong looked at his watch: "The whole trip to Argentina is basically over, and then I want to speed up to Ushuaia Port and start the second half of the adventure." ”

On the afternoon of the ninth, Fang Hong was in a mess, carrying a big bag on his back, and walked on the road of Ushuaia Harbor.

"Brother Gun, you've finally arrived at Ushuaia Harbor, where are you going?"

"Now it's to Ushuaia, not to the port of Ushuaia, of course to the port. ”

This city is extremely special.

"This is the southernmost mouth of the earth, its existence, is the outpost of the Antarctic scientific expedition, here, every day a large number of various scientific expeditions and living materials are transported, and then the scientific research ships of various countries transport a large amount of materials from here to supplement the scientific research stations of various countries in Antarctica. ”

Because of their existence, the adjacent Antarctic Peninsula is the most densely distributed area of scientific research stations on the Antarctic continent, and the scientific research stations here can even visit each other at a fixed time.

"Antarctica, Brother Gun, are you going to Antarctica?"

Fang Hong was noncommittal and walked towards the port.

The whistle sounds, the port is very busy, not only Antarctic research ships, but also ocean-going ships detouring from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean will also choose to resupply here.

"Woo!"

A giant ship more than 100 meters long, with a red body and a snow-white cabin, approached the port.

There was no need for Fang Hong to introduce it, and countless sailors recognized it: "Snow Dragon!"