The pitbull sniffed all the way in front, and Liang Hong followed behind on horseback, holding another horse in his hand. He had caught all the horses from the river, and he was carrying two rifles and hundreds of rounds of ammunition in the back.

Although the Pitbull is not a hunting dog specifically designed for tracking, the dog's nose is indeed sharper than that of humans, saving him the trouble of tracking on foot. South Africa is not rich in horses except for wild zebras, and it is relatively easy to track down horseriders in the wilderness.

On the hillside, Liang Hong put down the telescope in his hand. The one who slipped through the net didn't go fast, and it only took him half a day to catch up. Two horses in the distance, one of them was the leader of the white men, and the other, he was not sure if it was a captured hostage or a member of the expedition. In order to ensure a hit, he was ready to choose to do it in the early hours of the morning, and he didn't have time to spend it on boring pursuits.

It seems that these two people are preparing to sleep in the wild, and Liang Hong is also ready to rest early to recuperate.

The seizure by the river gave him ample reserves. Jerky meat, water bladders, leather mattresses, and everything you need to eat is a luxury for those who have been trained to survive in the harsh wilderness. The camp chose a rock, although it was windy, but it was safe, and more importantly, it had a good view.

Anderson and the others were not so lucky, and the two horses had thrown off all their bags in the previous gallop. The only hot weapon on his body now is the revolver on his body, which has not many bullets, and has been soaked in the river, so I don't know if it can be fired.

Now, he had to watch his servant Hora catch the dogs. He had already classified Hora as a slave, and there was no need to consult the little native, the untouchables had no right to decide.

Dogs and rats are the most common small animals on the land of Africa, also known as groundhogs, and there are generally two cave exits. Hora made improvised traps out of shrub branches, placed them outside the lower holes, and then ran to the higher mounds with the water bladders and watered them from the other holes.

Soon, a dog rat poked its head out of the hole below, looked around for a while, and ran out. Then, naturally, it was stuck in the clip.

Anderson watched the little natives running around and busy, and without knowing what to do, he caught the big mouse, took great trouble to drill wood and make a fire, and then set the skinned rats on the fire to roast.

This rat is quite big, but my dignified Anderson, does he actually want to eat rat meat? Looking at the fire, looking at the dogs and rats that barbecued on the fire and exuded the smell of meat, he struggled inside. Just as Hora felt that it was ready to be roasted, she tore off a hind leg and was about to put it in her mouth, Anderson suddenly rushed over and grabbed it.

"Fuck off, unruly idiot, it's your turn to eat until the master has used it."

Hora timidly moved away, her eyes still staring at the food she almost ate, Anderson's words, he didn't understand much, only that it looked fierce.

"Get out, get away."

Angry at his minions' ignorance, Anderson yelled and let out his breath before devoting his energy to dealing with canine meat. It's quite a lot of meat, about two pounds, and it tastes like a hare. But if you eat it, you won't get the plague. Thinking of the squeaky rats in the house, he lost his appetite. He took two more bites, stood up, and waved his hand at Hora generously.

"I've rewarded you with these things, sir."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Hora scurrying over like a rabbit in a hurry, and pounced on Anderson's leftover dogs and rats to eat.

"Untouchables are lowly."

Anderson was disdainful of the slave's gaffes.

-- The morning light appeared in the eastern sky, and Liang Hong immediately watched the two people sleeping in the open with a telescope behind the rocks 600 meters away. The faint light made it easy for him to observe. Night is the most dangerous time in the wild, and I chose this time to come here for fear of encountering fierce beasts in the dark.

A lone tree, conspicuous in the grassland at the edge of the basin. The bonfire lit at night under the tree had been extinguished, and the reins of the two horses were tied to the trunk. As for where the two men were, he searched carefully with his binoculars, and finally found them among the branches of the trees that were shaded by the branches and leaves. The white leader occupied the largest branch, and the little man lay higher on the branch.

In an instant, he had a simple and straightforward plan. Seeing that the other party did not have a rifle, as long as he controlled the horses or even killed them, he could use the whole day to easily hunt down all the fish that slipped through the net.

The mount started slowly, then began to accelerate suddenly, and the sound of horses' hooves sounded that Liang Hong had no scruples in the final sprint.

Anderson, who was in a daze, heard the sound of horses' hooves in his ears, and for the first moment, he thought it was a hallucination in a dream. The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, and when he opened his eyes, the horses and knights who were rushing like a storm had already rushed to within two hundred meters. The galloping horse was suddenly restrained, and the horse struck abruptly, and the knight stood upright from his horse, rifle in hand, and aimed at the tree where he was perched.

Oh God! Anderson instantly understood that the knight was here to hunt him down, and the target must be him. An instinctive reaction from his experience, he let go of his grip on the branch, wanted to jump off the tree, and then found a way to escape on horseback.

At the moment of falling, the gunshot rang out, and Anderson felt that his body had been hit again, and it hurt.

Jumping from a height of four or five meters, he suddenly lost his balance in the air and fell to the ground. Anderson, who was facing the sky on his back, saw Hola in the tree sliding down the branch quickly, nimble like a little monkey. Hora landed lightly, glanced at Anderson who was lying on the ground and struggled, and grabbed a prepared stick from behind the tree.

What is this kid going to do? Do you use a stick as a crutch for yourself, this little slave is still very discerning. Later, Anderson realized that he had guessed wrong, and that Hora was just holding the stick across her chest with both hands, looking completely self-defending. Well, this is to fight the enemy desperately, swear to defend him as a master.

Anderson climbed up with his hands on the ground, but fortunately, he landed behind a tree, sheltered by a trunk between him and the chasing knights. Pull out the revolver from his waist and point it at the enemy who is slowly riding behind the tree.

The trigger was pulled, and a cloud of smoke came out of the muzzle. The bullshit Webley pistol, with its powerful recoil that woke up Anderson, had a tragically tragic range. Why do those gentlemen say that this British gun is the best in the world, is it just because it can smash the opponent's head with a single shot in a duel?

Bang, the opposite knight's rifle rang out again, Anderson's outstretched arm shuddered, and the pistol fell to the ground. The instinct to escape, poking out half of his head to observe the knight's movements, slowly moved his body backwards, fortunately there was this tree, and the trunk was thick enough.

Suddenly, Anderson felt a blow to the back of his head, and when he turned around, he saw that the stick that Hora had picked up was smashing down again.

Liang Hong, who came around, was very surprised to see this scene, the little companion of the white leader, who was swinging a wooden stick and frantically hitting the white man's head. Could it be the legendary pig teammate? The little guy fought so hard that the stick was discounted, and he ran to the side to pick up a stone and continue to smash it.

Watching Hora smash people's heads into rotten watermelons with great ferocity, Liang Hong, who had killed countless people, felt chills on his body. He didn't stop Hora's brutal actions, and even felt that the guy deserved it, which was called retribution.

Hora suddenly threw down the rock, crouched on the ground and hugged her head and cried.

"Don't move, get down!"

Finally getting impatient, Liang Hong ordered in English. The little guy on the other side only raised his teary eyes, looked at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him in horror, but did not move. If it was white, Liang Hong would definitely pull the trigger, but seeing this little guy shirtless, he looked more like an indigenous. Less than 1.5 meters tall, yellow and black skin, tufts of curly black hair on his head, and a thin small body. Yellow people are still black, and it is difficult for Liang Hong to confirm. Perhaps, he really couldn't understand English, but how could the white leader take him, Liang Hong tried to shout in the newly learned Dutch.

"Get down!"

This time, the little native reacted, lying on the ground very flexibly, holding his head in his hands, and his buttocks pouting high.

The four horses slowly moved west on the grassland, and Liang Hong held the reins of the three horses behind him, which were the trophies of his trip. In addition, one of the horses was still tied to the little native, and he did not know whether to count it as a prisoner, a trophy, or a trouble. Anyway, wait until you go back and see what Xiaobai says, if you think it's an expedition, you will kill it, and it has nothing to do with him anyway. But what if not? It's too cruel to kill, don't kill, think about the ferocity of the little native who smashed the white man's head, and his back burns down.