When Wang Xika came to Peng Lianhu and Meng Jianniang wearing the AJ1 he had just bought, his mind was full of the content of the chat with Yuan Zhenren just now: the Great Plague, nuclear war, and crossing. The world is becoming more and more confusing for him. Why is Yuan Qingniu such a strange person, but he is not curious about this world at all?

"Master, how do you feel when you go to the Maoren camp? You didn't like a Maoren girl?" Peng Lianhu's words brought Wang Xijia back to reality. Wang Xijia left that strange Yuan Zhenren behind and remembered his mission: he would go to the black hair camp with Qiuqiu tomorrow.

He briefly told Peng Lianhu and Meng Jianniang about the battle between the hairy man and the craftsman, and said that he made an appointment with Qiuqiu to see the elephant during the day, and after seeing the elephant, everyone would look for the sea.

So everyone added some supplies, and the next morning, they followed Zach to find the ball.

Wang Xijia thought that he would have to go up the mountain, but Zach said no, he went directly to the black hair camp to get closer, and the ball should have arrived.

"What if we get to the Black Hair Camp and the ball doesn't come yet?"

"It's okay, just wait. ”

At this moment, Wang Xika discovered the inconvenience of not having a telephone: if something was delayed on Qiuqiu's way, what should he do? Qiuqiu hadn't written a letter for Zack to bring before—I don't know if the Maoists had invented writing.

The black hair camp is about 10 kilometers from Peach Blossom Town, which is not far, but Zach still walks sweating profusely. It seems that the endurance of the Mao people is indeed not good.

Qiuqiu had already arrived and was greeting everyone in front of the camp. The camp of the white-haired people is on the snowy mountains, but the camp of the black-haired people is in a canyon. The canyon is only 5.6 meters wide, just enough for a horse-drawn carriage, and more than 100 meters along the canyon is an open place.

Wang Xijia looked at the terrain here, and couldn't help but think of the text "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring" that he learned when he was a child: "When the forest runs out of water, there will be a mountain, and the mountain has a small mouth, as if there is light." Drop off the boat and enter from the mouth. At the beginning, it is extremely narrow, and only then can it be passed. After dozens of steps, it suddenly became clear. The land is flat, the houses are like, there are good fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry and bamboo...... "This town is called Peach Blossom Town, and the territory of the black hair is not the Peach Blossom Spring?"

However, the reality does not conform to Wang Xijia's beautiful imagination, the camp of black hair is flat land, but there is no "house, there is a good field, beautiful pond and mulberry bamboo". There is very little grass, only low shrubs, and strange ridges everywhere, some like the scenery of the Grand Canyon in the United States, and some like the barren land of World of Warcraft.

Wang Xika tried hard to recall where there were similar scenery in China, and when he thought about it, there was only the Loess Plateau with thousands of ravines and ravines -- this is not in Shaanxi? But where are the snow-capped mountains near Shaanxi? Could it be the Taibai Mountain, the main peak of the Qinling Mountains? That is to say, the white-haired people live in the Taibai Mountains, while the black-haired people live on the loess plateau? But listening to the accents of the people nearby, it is not like Shaanxi. There are still too many mysteries waiting for Wang Xika to explore about this unknown world.

Except for Qiuqiu and Zack, there are no black hairs. Wang Xika asked Qiuqiu: "What about your black-haired brother, you won't let us pigeons go, right?"

Qiuqiu wondered: "What do you mean by releasing pigeons?"

"It's just to trick us, and we don't come if we make an appointment. ”

"No, my brother is the most trustworthy. ”

With that, he put his hand to his mouth and began to howl. The whistling sound reminded Wang Xijia of the cry of the gibbon he had heard before, and reminded him of the cry of Tarzan of the apes, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: they are all primates, and the calls are almost the same.

This rough and primitive cry aroused a fire in Wang Xijia's heart: This is the real nature! This is the call of the real wild! He couldn't help but roar.

As soon as I roared, I felt the earth tremble. The horizon was dusty, and it seemed like thousands of troops were passing by. When the dust cleared, a team of black-haired giants appeared in front of them.

Wang Xijia glanced up at the black-haired mount, which turned out to be a long-haired elephant covered in black hair. The elephant is more than 4 meters tall, and its fangs are more than two meters long and curved upward, and it is a mammoth giant elephant that has long been extinct!

The first black fur rode a mammoth about 5 meters to Qiuqiu, turned over and asked, "Brother Qiuqiu, who called those two voices just now?" ”

Qiuqiu laughed, pointed at Wang Xika and said: "This is my brother's name, he doesn't understand music, he is fun." Come to you today to see the elephants. ”

Wang Xika smiled embarrassedly: "I watched the ball scream well, and my throat was a little itchy, so I screamed a few times casually, and I laughed." ”

The black-haired man also said aloud: "I'm joking, don't be surprised." Although the few sounds you shouted are out of tune, I can tell that you are very strong, and it will be good to practice more in the future. ”

Qiuqiu introduced to Wang Xika that this black-haired man was named "Poor Poor" and that he was his good brother, with 2,300 soldiers and 500 war elephants. In addition to having mounts, the poor are also good at making weapons, and they can make any kind of weapon, so if you tell him about the atomic bomb you told me that day, and let him make us a few, you can conquer the world. When the time comes, won't the brothers sing and dance every day, eat meat and drink wine?

Wang Xijia looked at the little weapon expert in Qiuqiu's mouth, and saw that he was holding a stone axe, and his subordinates were also holding some weapons such as wooden sticks and bone sticks. It can be seen that these stone axes and sticks have been carefully polished, but none of them have iron tools, which means that this tribe should still be in the Stone Age.

It was a little difficult for Wang Xika to make the primitive man-made nuclear weapons of the Stone Age, but he didn't want to sweep the ball, so he said: "It's easy to say, I'll talk to the poor and poor in a while." Let's look at the elephants first!"

The poor laughed: "It's simple!"

After speaking, he led a mammoth to Wang Xika and let him ride. Wang Xijia is now a few centimeters taller, about 1.8 meters tall, about 2.35 meters tall when standing, and can barely dunk after a period of weight-bearing squats and other bouncing training. But the mammoth that was impoverished to him was about 4.5 meters tall at the shoulder, and there were no pedals, so how to climb the back of this mammoth was a problem.

Wang Xijia couldn't jump up after interviewing from the side a few times, and planned to climb the mammoth's teeth from the front. I remember when I was a kid at the zoo, there was a project where elephants used their trunks to roll children up. Wang Xijia felt that if the mammoth in front of him rolled himself up with his nose, then it would not be a problem to get on the elephant's back.

However, the mammoth obviously did not understand Wang Xijia's intentions, and the giant beast saw Wang Xijia squeezing his eyebrows and making eyes and messing around on his body, and suddenly became agitated, raised his two front hooves and was about to stomp Wang Xijia. Zach hurriedly pulled Wang Xika aside, supported Wang Xijia's buttocks with one hand, and held his waist with the other, lifting him to the elephant's back.

This embarrassing action caused the poor to laugh, and Wang Xika was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into. But it didn't take long for him to bask in the joy of riding this long-extinct ancient beast. The mammoth has a depression between its neck and back, just enough for a person to ride. Wang Xijia grabbed the mammoth's long hair in his hand and pressed his face to the mammoth's head, as if holding a giant plush toy. Suddenly, a deep sense of satisfaction swelled up in my heart: I actually rode a mammoth!

Riding a mammoth feels like riding a horse, and even a little more bumpy than riding a horse. Wang Xijia feels that this mammoth can run at a speed of about 50-60 kilometers per hour, which is no less than riding a horse. But if you clamp your legs around the elephant's back like riding a horse, it won't be long before you feel some soreness in your quadriceps.

Fortunately, after running for about 20 minutes, the mammoth slowed down. Wang Xijia finally discovered the shortcomings of the mammoth as a riding animal - this animal does not sweat, has poor stamina, and cannot sustain long-distance high-speed running.