It's a rare light snow! Why? In the snowy regions of ancient times, there were no man-made forests and greenery, no man-made air pollution and tall buildings to block it, as long as the wind blew, it was a strong wind, it was a whirlwind. As long as the snow falls, it is a blizzard, and it is a wild snow.

The snow in front of me has been falling for more than two days before it has accumulated to a few fingers thick. The temperature hasn't changed much either. The sky is clear and the breeze is soft. Although the size of the snow flakes is no different from the previous ones, they are very thin and light, like flocculents and feathers. Being in the snow is not bathing in the snow, but enjoying. It is no more appropriate to describe this rare fragrant snow with fluttering sprinkling.

The goshawk tribe hunters are so strange, they don't take the mammals such as the pronghorned antelope that inhabit the lower reaches of the river valley at night, but they prefer to travel dozens of miles to hunt in the steep and uneven mountain valleys. Perhaps it is because they believe that the animals that inhabit the valley will always belong to them, as if they were raised by themselves, and they save them as a fortune and never use them until they are in an emergency. But maybe it's the monotonous lifestyle that makes them feel depressed and bored, and going hunting in strange places is more exciting and challenging.

The hunters had divided into three routes, and had cut off the path of a dozen pronghorned antelopes and surrounded them. They shouted and danced, slowly shrinking the encirclement.

The frightened pronghorns panicked.

There is no way out, so it is better not to go for the time being.

They were huddled together, each with their ears pricked up, looking up to watch, watching the movements of the hunters, looking for a breakthrough.

The pronghorn is the ancestor of the current wild antelope and is in the same family as the deer. Evolved over millions of years, the shape of the head is hardly much different from that of a wild antelope. It is named because the tip of the horn is bifurcated. The coat color is brownish-red, with white or black spots. The four legs are slender, the hooves are separated from the middle, and the upper part has a toe, which is mainly used to walk the dangerous path, and when the hooves slip, the toes can be stuck on stones or branches to prevent stumbling. The hind legs are longer than the front legs and are strong. Extremely fast running. An adult pronghorn antelope is five or six meters away, and in the open area where there is vigilance, the cheetah also sighs with admiration.

The pronghorn antelope has neat hair, soft skin, and strong toughness, and people like to use it to make clothes. Therefore, it is no longer appropriate to call the people of the goshawk tribe "people in the skin of the pronghorned antelope".

This is a relatively open Sichuan road, surrounded by mountains on three sides, two of which have a gentle slope, one side of the mountain is steep, and the road is ⊿-shaped.

Although the besieged pronghorns are crowded, they are not as blindly frightened or chaotic as they might think. They are tail to tail, their heads are all outward, there is a division of labor, and they purposefully monitor the every move of every hunter in all directions.

When the hunters narrowed the encirclement to about seventy or eighty meters in diameter, the pronghorn began to agitate.

"Hey, don't move yet, the antelope is frightened." Regit warns everyone.

The hunters stopped at their respective positions.

Landhoe said to Mosov: "What a blind command. The circle is so small, but it won't move. ”

Mosov said: "The hunt is small, but don't forget the explanation of the head." ”

"Remember. The head also said that he would act when he saw the opportunity, and he would never be soft when he should make a move. Landhoe said impatiently.

"What do you two say? I didn't hear it. Golota, a few steps away, asked.

"Hold on to your spear. It's none of your business. Landhoe said.

Silence returned to the herd. Some have started to eat grass.

Regit said to Vasily: "As far as I have observed, it is possible for the herd to flee to our side. Let's hide a little bit, and let Golota and Linko come around, how about we? ”

Vasily touched his chin and said, "I think so." We don't have to hide, just crouch down and don't move. ”

After ordering several hunters in his group to crouch down, Regit shouted to the other two: "Hey, Linko and Golotta, listen, the mouth is on my side, keep your distance, and start moving." ”

So, the hunters raised their spears, forks, sleeves, etc., and began to surround the herd.

The pronghorns raised their heads one by one, alertly observing the hunters' movements, and began to move towards Regget.

The hunting circle is getting smaller and smaller. When the herd retreated to a distance of twenty meters from the Reget, it quickened its pace.

At this time, Regit shouted "Rise", and the hunters in ambush immediately stood up, raised their spears, and shouted loudly with "vomit" in their mouths.

The way that I thought was a retreat was cut off in an instant, and the antelopes panicked and turned around and ran.

The hunters quickly shrunk their circle, and were already close to the pronghorn.

Vasily's hunting gear is a sleeve. The sleeve is to tie the two ends of a rope at the top of a wooden stick to make it form a circle, and when it is close to the prey, let the prey get into it and cover the neck. Vasily made his first move, and he lassoed an adult male pronghorn.

The male pronghorn was very strong, and he desperately jumped and shook his head, dragging Vasily down.

Another hunter hurriedly came over and knocked the male pronghorn down. Vasily got up and grabbed the pronghorn.

The hunter grasped the pronghorn in the mouth with one hand, and the other drew a sharp knife from his waist and plunged it into its throat.

The pronghorned male, whose mouth was gripped in his mouth, wailed and struggled, blood spurting out and splashing on the hunter's chest and face. From time to time, he lost his breath.

The two men left the dead pronghorn and returned to the hunt.

Every group has something to gain. Golota has already captured two and is hunting a sturdy male.

This male pronghorn is extraordinary. Looking at the coat color, he is about two years old, and it is in the same year. With a pair of huge egg balls, it is enough to prove the power of its male. It seemed to have cultivated "invulnerability", and several people stabbed it a few times, but none of them bleed. Moreover, it has an unimaginable ability to dodge. The four men surrounded it in the middle, but they couldn't take it down.

The pronghorn doesn't seem to have any intention of escaping. In the middle of the four people, they turned in circles to avoid dodging, and sometimes lowered their heads and crashed into people. No, an old hunter named Ferrantevo had been knocked to the ground by it. Holding his stomach, he rolled to the side.

It's not so much the indomitable pronghorn as it is the pursuit of victory.

After the pronghorn knocked down the old hunter, his self-confidence doubled, and his youth rippled. Hit his head at Mosov again. When Mosov attacked, he used too much force, and the tip of the spear pierced a stone, the tip of which broke, and he almost fell.

This is the perfect time for this pronghorn to escape. However, it held its head high, proud of the hunters, and did not leave.

Elsewhere, the battlefield is also in chaos. The pursuit of pursuit, the hunting of hunting, the cleaning of the battlefield, seeing that the general trend has gone, has gone its own way and is no longer coordinated.

The Regit is chasing an injured pronghorn. The pronghorned antelope was bleeding from its legs, jumping from one to the other, but it was very good at dodging and rounding corners, and always kept a distance of less than ten paces from Regget, and although it could not be reduced, it always left hope for Regget. Reggett had chased it a long way, and the distance had widened and narrowed, narrowed and widened, and he couldn't get close to it.

The only thing left on the battlefield was the pronghorn on Golotta's side. The others who were not caught have already died.

The pronghorn antelope also saw this, and ran in the direction of Reget's pursuit.

Golota Landho and they were defeated, how could they endure this great humiliation? Pursued.

The other hunters watched the pronghorn flee from their side, and there was no one to help or stop them, so they shouted and cheered for the wind.

The pronghorn was chased out of the hunting area.

Regit was also defeated in the end and came head-on. When he saw the pronghorn running towards him, and Golotta was chasing after him, he immediately brandished his spear and intercepted the hunt.

Undeterred, the pronghorn held its head and slammed into Regget's abdomen.

Regit was calm, dodging as he stabbed the tip of his spear into the pronghorn's ribs. It is worthy of the tip of a flint spear, which is a hundred times sharper and a hundred times harder than an ordinary wooden spear tip. Thank you Aida for your wisdom! Thanks to Aida for inventing!

The pronghorn was bleeding in the ribs, and became frightened, and when he sensed that the situation was not good, he raised his hooves and fled. Regit was in hot pursuit.

Golota: They also chased after them. Landhoe was the fastest and was already a few steps away from Regget.

Suddenly, Tyktodor's voice rang in Landhall's ears, "Act on the opportune moment." No mercy when it's time to strike. ”

Landhoe cheered up, raised the spear as a javelin, and when he was only five or six steps away from Reget's back, aimed at the back of Reget's head, and threw the spear out with a "look at the spear", a standard throwing motion.

Golota and they couldn't help but be startled and stopped.

After all, Regett is an ordinary person, he doesn't have long eyes on the back of his head, and he doesn't have three heads and six arms, so what do you look at a spear? If you can't see it, you can't block or dodge it.

Just as Landhoe threw his spear, Reget's kick on the ground stomped into the air, nearly falling, hurting his foot and neck. Suddenly, I heard a "whoosh" above my head, and when I looked up, Landho's spear had fallen behind the pronghorn.

Seeing that Regit had not been stabbed, Landhoe was shocked, covered his chest with his hands, pretended to gasp, and stood still.

The pronghorn has fled far away. Regit couldn't afford to chase anymore. He glanced back at Landhoe, who was already "exhausted", limped over and picked up the spear, returned to Landhoe, returned the spear, and said, "It can't be like this in the future, there are people in front of you, it's too dangerous, don't be reckless." ”

Landho nodded and said, "Remember." I really couldn't run, and I didn't want to let that guy escape. Don't be too careful, chief. Hehe. ”

"Haha, even if you stab me, it's fine. O chief, protected by God, by the grace of God. This is the old chief's words, and it is not unreasonable. Regit said confidently and triumphantly, limping with Landhogolotta and them towards the battlefield. …… The latest ~ chapter Baidu search: 〃 blue * color * book * bar 〃