"Hi, I'm Bell Grylls and I'm a naturalist. www.biquge.info I know that you have all entered the jungle many times, but in the past, you didn't go too deep into the jungle, and the purpose was only to fight the barbarians to eliminate their threat. But this time it was different, and this time we were going deep into this endless jungle, walking hundreds of miles and living in it for months. And our task is not to fight the barbarians, but to find the treasures that nature has given us, and to record their location, and to map out the path that can transport them out of the forest, we need some professional knowledge and training to accomplish these tasks. Moreover, at any time, it is extremely dangerous to enter such a boundless forest, and the vast forest is a green hell. There are all kinds of dangers in the forest, and in addition to barbarians, there are all kinds of deadly dangers: sudden flash floods, seemingly inconspicuous mosquitoes, all kinds of poisonous snakes, spiders, scorpions, unclean drinking water, poisonous fruits, all of which are enough to kill a man in a very short time. In that kind of place, you can't even make it for a day without proper survival skills. And my task is to teach you all the things you need to know in this short week, that is, in seven days......"

Volunteers from various immigrant villages began to gather in North Harbor to receive all sorts of training before departure, including the skills of survival and camping in the wild, including identifying plants, including drawing maps, well, this last requirement was only for a few people in the team. An English naturalist named Bell Grylls was also involved in the program as one of the instructors, and would personally go into the forest with the expedition in search of cypress, Taiwanese cedar, and oak or similar trees. The conditions given to him by the Zheng family were quite superior, and Bell calculated that if he could successfully complete this task, the funds needed for his plan to travel around the world would be about the same, and maybe by next year, he would be able to start his own round-the-world travel.

An interpreter named Lin Shenhe stood aside and translated Bell's words and relayed them to the others. However, this is obviously not an easy thing to do, and many times, he needs to stop and talk to Bell for a long time before he can continue to explain to everyone. This is also a normal thing, because in Bell's lectures, a lot of proper nouns will pop up from time to time, and even now, the translation of proper nouns is a very troublesome thing.

However, Chen Guang has learned a lot from such stumbles, such as the fact that he has been able to identify the common wood used for shipbuilding by the leaves, flowers, and branches, and even knows what the trees look like may be used for shipbuilding. He also knows how to find directions when navigating the jungle, how to avoid stepping on poisonous snakes, and how to find something to eat. If he had known these skills, he might have been able to live a little better when he was an outcast.

After a period of training, Chen Guang walked into the forest with some other people.

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Warge Billin was chasing a wild boar that had been wounded several times. However, Warge Billing knew that the injured boar was becoming more and more dangerous, so he couldn't chase it too closely. However, the boar's wound was bleeding all the time, and Warzh Billin only had to follow from a distance, and there was always a time when the boar could not hold it and was about to fall, so he could catch up with it again.

The boar ran in front, and Warzh Billin followed, and the overlapping trees and vines blocked his view, and he could no longer see the boar, but the boar could not run away, and the boar left a trail of blood, and as it fled, it left a lot of marks on the ground full of rotten leaves. Judging by the boar's footprints, Warge Billing decided that the boar had reached its limit and might have fallen not far away.

Warge Billin followed the trails a little longer, and as he had expected, he saw the boar fall under a large tree not far ahead. Warge Billing walked over vigilantly and tentatively stabbed the boar with his short spear, but the boar remained motionless. Warzh Billing stabbed harder again, and the scorched hardwood spearhead went all the way into the boar's stomach, and the boar twitched, but still couldn't get up. Warge Billin drew his spear and untied the rope around his waist intending to tie the boar and drag it back.

Just then, he suddenly heard some sounds, as if a group of people were walking nearby.

Warge Billin immediately knelt down and touched over there, brushing aside some green vines in front of him, and Warge Billin saw a group of people and two large animals he had never seen in the open space by the waterhole over there. In the woods, there are very few such open spaces, the tall canopy of trees obscures the sky, and only beside waterholes and rivers can there be some open places.

Warři Billin became more and more vigilant, and he could see that these people were not from any of the nearby tribes, and he counted them, and these people had outnumbered all the fingers on his hands and feet, and all of them were men of prime age. The men were gathered around the waterhole, and some were making a fire, and they were making it in a different way than Warge Billing, and they struck each other with two things in their hands, and sparks came out, and in a short time a bonfire was lit. In contrast, it takes much more time for Warge Billing to light such a bonfire by drilling wood.

Warge Billing also saw fish pulled out of the pool one by one with a stick with a rope, and his eyes were pierced by the sight. There are also people in the tribe who fish, but they do so with short spears, which requires patience and luck, and is far less efficient than those methods.

Warge Billing also noticed that many of them had short spears in their hands, and their spears were shiny at all, unlike the short spears made of charred hardwood that Warge Billing used. It also reminded Wari Billing of a legend from another tribe in the tribe.

Legend has it that they came from some people from the sea in exchange for prey fur or something for some very sharp spear tips that could easily pierce the fattest boars and penetrate even the toughest trees. According to the boast of the tribesmen, they had also obtained some of these spear tips, but they were easily broken, and after less than a year, they were too bad to be used again. (Iron weapons have the problem of rust, the aborigines do not know how to maintain them, and Taiwan is very humid, so the wear and tear of iron items is particularly fast.) ）

But for those who come from the sea, that's all Warge Billing knows. With so many people on the other side, and with such weapons in his hands, Warge Billin did not dare to make any moves, or even to go back to drag the boar, for he was afraid that the noise caused by these movements would alarm those people and bring terrible consequences.

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Bell pulled another fish from the pool, apparently the fish here had not been tempered by anglers, and had no vigilance about fishing, this time it was a carp that Bell pulled up, and Bell had always had limited interest in these spiny freshwater fish, although he had even eaten them raw when he had to, but according to him, the taste of these fish "tasted like you gathered all your friends' boogers, stuffed them into a sausage, and let you eat them". But now Bell has changed his mind, and now his opinion is: "There are some shit cooks who just dispose of what could be delicious into shit!" ”

Bell threw the fish into a small barrel next to him, and it was at this moment that he saw some fresh leaves floating from the stream that flowed into the waterhole.

"Such leaves should not fall naturally." Years of adventure made him suddenly alert. He immediately touched the monoculars that he had used to watch the fish floats, and carefully observed the stream upstream.

"The originally clear water of the stream has begun to become turbid, and there is a flash flood upstream!" Almost instantly, Bell made such a judgment.

In the mountains and forests, following a stream is a relatively low-effort way, but there are dangers associated with doing so. In the mountains, the climate is unpredictable, and you may have a sunny sun here, but the rain is pouring not far ahead. Heavy downpour rain brings torrents, and the flood water rushes down the valley and the water flows very fast. Such a flood, even if it is not large, can pose a great danger. In Bell's experience, few people can stand in a flood that is knee-deep, and if the flood reaches thigh-deep depth, Bell simply doesn't believe anyone can go unswept away.

Before the arrival of the main flood peak of the mountain flood, there will be a small flood peak, carrying some small leaves or something to arrive first, from the muddy water of the stream to the arrival of the main flood peak The time is very short, maybe only a few tens of seconds.

Bell jumped up at once and shouted, "The flash flood is coming!" Go to the heights! However, his interpreter was not around, and although he had noticed Bell's shouting, he didn't seem to have understood it.

"This idiot!" Bell cursed bitterly in his heart, and while running towards the height, he yelled again: "The flood is coming, run to the height!" ”

At this time, the interpreter reacted and shouted, so everyone grabbed what they could get around them and ran towards the heights, and at this time, the roar of the flood was already heard in the valley ahead.