Early in the morning, arms with a bobcat pavilion.

"Hey! This way! ”

Ted is big and has a big voice.

Apparently Gordon and Anhill had already seen him and walked towards him, he jumped up from the table and waved his hand shouting, attracting curious glances from the members of the investigation team who passed by.

Anhill pressed the brim of his hat and gave him a cold look.

Ted craned his neck and sat down.

Ted, who arrived first for breakfast, had already ordered it for them, and unlike the usual stew and bread, which were refreshing and easy to digest, the food on the table was quite greasy.

Large portions of stew, fried bacon, buttered bread, chunks of cheese and whatever, the calories are amazing.

After all, what they have to do in a while is more physically demanding.

Anhill didn't like eating these early in the morning, and his brow furrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything, picked up the utensils and ate quietly.

Probably because of personal taste preferences, Ted added a lot of chili peppers to the meal, and the three of them felt sweaty after eating it for a while.

Gordon took off his breastplate, but Anhill didn't even take off the beret on his head.

Ted's eyes changed from anticipation to disappointment, muttering about his true intentions, "How hot, take off your hat and cool off."

It's not a shame to shave your head, hasn't Uncle Ben been bald all these years? ”

Anhill put down his knife and fork and stared at Ted coldly, until the latter raised his hands to show that he would not dare anymore, then he took off his hat and set it aside to continue eating.

In fact, it is too exaggerated to say that the bald head is too much, and Anhil's hairstyle at this time is indeed much "simpler" than before, but it is also similar to the neat hairstyle of the commander-in-chief, and it may be shorter.

Ted was disappointed again.

Listening to Gail say that Anhill was burned bald by the breath of the dinosaur, so he shaved his head, and he was still looking forward to coming.

And that's the result?

Gordon glanced at Anhill and laughed.

Listening to Xianglan, Anhill has been spending a lot of effort on hairstyling every day recently, just to make his hair look more beautiful.

How can there be such an ugly and beautiful meow!

Needless to say, Gordon Ted, Anhill's appetite is quite amazing compared to ordinary people, and the three of them quickly swept away a table of high-calorie food.

Anhill carefully put on his hat, Ted clenched his fists, and Gordon put his armor back on, twisting his neck with a crunching sound.

"Ready to work!"

With a strange smile on their faces that trembled at the sight of the monster, the three of them made their way to a rough building on the edge of the stronghold.

It was not a house, but a "tower" made of many logs.

This is the dragon shed, where the mission's pterosaurs live.

Now, this place is occupied by the few sour pterosaurs they brought back, and those guys also belong to the strong "upper class" existence in the sour pterosaur group, and the more gentle walking pterosaurs naturally can't compete with them.

The members of the fourth phase of the regiment responsible for raising pterosaurs had no choice but to build a shed for the pterosaurs.

As a result, the robber-like fellows rushed over and occupied the new dragon shed, and almost bit the keeper.

At the time, Gordon and the others were dealing with the angry Tyrannosaurus in the western part of the forest, and the angry keeper had to find Ted, scold him, and tell him to hurry and tie up the sour pterosaurs.

Ted was naturally unhappy when he was scolded, but he knew that he was wrong, so he had to vent his anger on the six-headed sour wing faucet.

After beating the guys hard, they chained them to the old dragon scaffolding, so that they could no longer harass the poor pterosaurs.

However, this is only a stopgap measure, and now the keepers are afraid to approach this dragon shed, for fear of being bitten, and the feeding can only be thrown far away.

The Gordon trio was going to solve this problem.

There is no way to do it too well, it is nothing more than pain education.

After beating them a few times before, those sour pterosaurs will be more honest when they see Ted now.

They brought in the keeper who was in charge of raising the pterosaurs, and when the keeper said, "Are you afraid you want to kill me?!" With his gaze, he dragged him to the vicinity of the sour-wing dragon shed.

When he was still about ten meters away from the dragon shed, he refused to leave, because the chain of the pterosaur was so long, and he would be attacked if he went any further.

"It's fine!" Ted slapped him vigorously on the back, "Whoever dares to pounce on you, we'll beat it!" ”

Anhill also added on the side, "You have to take care of them, they don't know you, the intelligence of the acid pterosaur is not high, we have to let them develop the conditioned reflex of 'attacking the keeper will be beaten'." ”

The keeper said dissatisfiedly: "Even if this habit is formed, they will still attack other people when they meet them later." ”

Gordon flicked his wrist and grinned, "Letting them learn not to attack you is just the first stage of training, and then we will find more people to make them gradually understand that 'if you attack someone, you will be beaten'." ”

The keeper choked, and he didn't know if this simple and crude training method would work on the acid pterodactyl.

But in order to domesticate the pterosaurs, the predecessors of the first phase of the regiment seemed to use similar methods.

In fact, the first generation will not be too obedient, and after training, it can only be used reluctantly, and the second generation will generally be hatched, and after the third generation, the wildness will gradually fade.

Fortunately, the growth rate of the pterosaur species is not slow, and it can become sexually mature in two or three years, and these captured by hunters are also mature individuals, two males and four females, and it should not be difficult to reproduce the next generation.

"Then let's get started." Gordon pulled down his armor, and the temperament of the whole person suddenly changed.

The breeder, who was covered with goosebumps, hurriedly left him farther away, and there was always a feeling that the other party was going to tear him apart and swallow him alive.

Ted looked curiously at the Tyrannosaurus armor on Gordon's body, "Didn't you use this set for a long time?" How can you take it out and wear it now? ”

Gordon's laughter looked a little dull and gloomy through the face armor, "I'm afraid the mental impact of the new armor is much more serious than this set, so get used to it in advance."

Let's get started. ”

Anhill held the keeper who shook his head desperately, and the four of them began to approach the dragon shed.

"Rattle!" The ferocious sour pterosaurs screamed and flew away from the wooden frame and swooped down towards this side.

Looking at these monsters who had been thinking about how to eat themselves alive all day long, the keeper almost couldn't help but scream.

Just as the one flying in front was about to catch the keeper, a large hand grabbed it by the neck and smashed it to the ground.

"You're the most aggressive, aren't you?"

In the midst of the miserable scream, Gordon lifted his leg and made up another kick on the side of its head, and the sour pterosaur "Ga! Then he stopped moving.

"Oh!" Ted also clenched his hands into fists and smashed the other end to the ground in one fell swoop.

The remaining sour pterosaurs realized that something was wrong and wanted to run, but they forgot that their legs were chained, and they couldn't fly after flying for more than ten meters.

Gordon and Ted grinned, pulling them down with chains.

"Hey, it's really a lot of strength!"

"Hah! That's good, otherwise why can you take us to fly? ”

"It's too!"

"Pull together, pull down head to end! Beat one head and pull another head! ”

"Ga ——!"

Anhill didn't intend to get involved directly, he stood by the side of the stunned keeper and reminded loudly, "Hey! I finally caught it, take it easy, don't get killed. ”

"Haha, don't worry, we have a number of them!"

"Ga ——!" Another sour pterosaur fell limply to the ground, motionless.

(End of chapter)