The camps in the wild were not the same as the kind of camps that Lynch imagined, and he had been to some camps in the wilderness, and even to some camps on the prairie, but those places did not feel like they were protecting humans, but rather preventing them from harming nature.

A kind of reverse protection, people are kept in camps that can only control human behavior, and in fact the walls that are not high enough to stop a big cat from jumping.

However, there is no need to worry about any animals that will not want to attack human camps, and in nature, animals know better than humans what it is to follow the rules and not enter the territory of other animals.

And here, in this prairie, almost one person needs to hug or even thicker wood to form the outermost horse rejection pile.

They may not call it this here, but the process is the same, the sharpened wood is facing the outside, and many of the horse-repellent stakes are covered with a black layer of blood scabs, and there is a faint smell when they come.

The inner circle, also with a strong wooden fence, is very tight, and the whole camp stands like a small fortress on this prairie.

Seeing that Lynch seemed to be curious about everything here, Hassana became interested, and he introduced it in a tone with some pride, "Our location here is not very good, and every year the animals will pass by this area during the great migration, and sometimes these animals will also be curious, and some of them also want to see what is behind this grassland." ”

"The blood on the wood outside the camp is the ...... left by the beasts when they stormed the camp," he said, as if thinking of something, "If you're not in a hurry, you'll be able to see images that are hard to see in normal times, I bet you haven't seen them!"

He exaggerated and praised as much as he could, "Shocking picture!"

Lynch nodded noncommittally, and when the car came to a stop, he got out of the car.

In the camp, there are already some cars that are being repaired, these cars are taller and bigger, and the tires are too, and they are better said to be modified agricultural machinery, safe and reliable, and the only drawback may be that they are not fast enough.

When a person sits in the carriage, the height of his line of sight is about two meters, which is obviously higher than the lush wild grass on the grassland, and his vision will not be affected.

At this time, a young man who was somewhat similar to Hassana took the initiative to come over, he called out to uncle, and then glanced at Lynch.

Hassana introduced him to Lynch, and the young man, who was older than Lynch, suddenly became respectful, and it was only a night of fermentation, and he had heard the name more than once.

He appeared here today, in fact, because of Lynch, he called him "Mr. Lynch", and then talked about what he wanted to say just now, "Uncle, our sentinels have already spotted their strikers, and we are about eighty kilometers here, do you want to dispatch?"

Hassana thought for a moment and nodded, and he turned to Lynch to tell him about the exchange between their uncle and nephew.

"Mr. Lynch, do you think this place is full of life?", Hassana asked, and Lynch replied in the affirmative, but Hassana said with a smile, "This place is indeed full of life, but it is also full of dangers that people can't imagine. ”

"There's a real lack of water here, I mean rivers, lakes, the kind of water that can directly provide water to the animals. ”

"Animals can only eat these wild grasses to fill their stomachs and replenish some water, but there are so many animals that they can easily eat up the wild grass in an area, so they have to move constantly for food, in order to replenish water. ”

"It is not until the rainy season arrives that they circle the grasslands and return to some place where there is a regular water source, and when the water dries up, they start migrating again. ”

"These herbivores are migrating, and there are other animals that are migrating because they are migrating, some carnivores. ”

"These predators are our target!"

After saying this, Hassana patted his nephew's arm, "Let the lads prepare, I'm going to take the majesticest leopard lion and give it to my friend Mr. Lynch!"

As they set out to prepare some of the things they needed for the hunt, the sergeant found Lynch and handed him a pistol, "Do you know how to use it?"

Lynch weighed the pistol in his hand, the cold metallic texture gave it a great sense of security, he nodded, "Open the safe, pull the trigger, and God will take care of the rest!"

The sergeant was slightly stunned, and then laughed, "God doesn't care about these things, I hope we won't get too close, if it's really a migration of species, we ......", he looked back at the various carts that were doing the final repairs, "I can't resist the hooves of the animals at all!"

The Federation doesn't have such a spectacular scene of animal migration as it can be seen, and if they had so many animals, they wouldn't have created some sanctuary to protect animals that are on the verge of extinction.

It is said that some wealthy people go abroad to hunt every year as much as the annual profit of a small and micro enterprise, but they are happy to spend a lot of money to send their prey back to China.

Although there are no animals migrating in the Federation, the Federation has television, and they have seen some similar images through television, and the whole animal race is like an irrepressible, raging torrent that tears everything in its path.

Lynch hesitated slightly, he pulled the sergeant and took two steps to the side, "Later, you go and tell the young man to leave you two small cars, and if the situation is not right, we will leave immediately." ”

After a short break at noon, after eating a group of people set out from the camp.

Lynch had thought that everyone would drive those big cars, but it turned out that he thought too much, and only he and Hassana, as well as a few people with rifles, could ride in big cars, and everyone else rode in small cars, and even some on horses!

The men on horseback walked fast, these people wanted to probe the situation ahead, and the cart was full of people, and the behavior of these people made Lynch feel a little strange.

They were indifferent, not excited, not nervous, and calmly checked their equipment—mostly thick cowhide and metal plates to protect their bodies, as well as ropes and nets.

As for the car, it was Lynch and Hassana.

The scenery of the grassland is extraordinary, and the wild grass more than one meter high hides too many dangerous things, leaving only the beauty of deception.

Just as he was chatting with Hassana about some interesting facts about the Federation, a knight some distance from the convoy suddenly tilted, and a tawny thing flashed in Lynch's eyes, and the knight disappeared into the grass with his man and horse.

About half a minute later, a horse without an owner got up again and ran towards the convoy in a panic, and the atmosphere of the convoy suddenly became tense.

Hasana's nephew frowned, and he whispered a few words to the people around him, and a local hunter in the second cart raised his shotgun, and with a gunshot, the horses that were galloping towards the convoy fell to the ground.

Around the dead horse, some of the wild grass, which was about half a man tall, began to shake like boiling water, but soon calmed down again.

Hassana glanced at Lynch with a smirk, "The migrating herd is coming, because these predators have arrived!", he, including the others, didn't seem to care about what was happening to the missing knight, no one cared about the knight, everyone was used to it.

More than forty minutes ahead of schedule, the knights running farthest away sent a message that they had come into contact with the front part of the migrating herd.

The number of animals in this part is not very large, they are only the part of the pathfinder, and the situation on the grassland seems to humans and laymen to be the same every year, but in fact, there are still some differences.

Most of the animals in this part of the pathfinder are the "young and strong" of some animals, and they have the strongest perception of the changes in the grassland, and their task is to lead the group to find a "route home" with sufficient food.

About ten minutes later, Lynch saw this animal, it was very strong, about two to three meters long, at least one meter seven or eight in height, gray skin, brown hair, very short neck, looked like a cow, but there were no horns, instead of a piece of bone like a round bowl on the head of a bull.

It was their head mallet, very hard, and when something weighing at least several tons was running and hitting something, it was probably not much easier than a car accident.

"Foreigners call them Yagutasiya, and they say it's not a cow, but to us, it's a cow!", says Hassana with a hint of disdain in her tone, as if she was offended by the foreigners who came to his country to name these animals that had nothing to do with those people, and asked them to do the same.

"These strikers need to probe for the distribution of water vapour and wild grasses, and they are very slow, which also gives predators a chance. ”

"If it's a herd of hammerhead cattle, the predators don't dare to do it, they will always hunt around the very front and the end of the migratory herd. ”

"Among them, the youngest and strongest predators will choose to be at the front, and only those who are old and frail will pick up the back of the group. ”

Hassana looked at Lynch and said sincerely, "You are my friend, and I am going to give the best to my friend, so we are going to hunt the strongest leopard lion!"

With a wave of his hand, some of the knights, whipping their horses, began to approach the slow-walking hammerhead oxen, and instead of capturing the beasts, they kept passing them.

In the process of passing by, they would use sharp knives to cut through the bodies of these hammerheads.

The injured hammerhead will run, and blood will spill from the wound and land on the stalks of the barren grass and fall to the ground.

More and more hammerhead oxen are frightened by their injuries and start running around, and when they find that they have not been hurt further, they will stop and the knights will catch up again.

In less than twenty minutes, even Lynch, who was in the distance, could smell a vague smell of blood!

The terrible smell of blood!