I could see that the red on the horizon was not a red cloud or a rainbow at all.

The real clouds don't fly up and down so fast, they rise and fall suddenly, and then they get bigger or smaller in an instant. It was a flock of birds, a flock of thousands of birds, flying in the sky.

In the wasteland, only smaller birds spontaneously form flocks.

In fact, not only birds, but also many animals in the wasteland have a habit of living in groups. The purpose of this is to survive. In the wilderness, survival always comes first.

Unless it's those beasts that are huge in size and have strong attack power, they will fight alone. For the weak, the biggest advantage of living in a group is to protect them from the possibility of predator attacks. Because herds of animals have more eyes to detect and guard against potential dangers, it is far more reliable than one or two animals keeping watch.

We can call this law the multi-eyed theory, and it applies to any animal that is capable of being preyed upon by other animals. Meerkats, for example, prey on small animals such as scorpions, but are food for falcons. While some meerkats are eating, others are responsible for guarding against danger, making sure that there are several pairs of eyes on the lookout for predators trying to approach at all times.

At the same time, animal groups are more efficient at finding food, and when an animal finds food, whether it is a plant, a berry, or a prey, every member of the group benefits from it, and the whole group shares the food source. For example, when a coyote hunts a sheep, other coyotes will also run over to eat it together, and they take it for granted, and the coyote that hunted the sheep does not have the idea of fighting privately.

The flock of birds we saw today was definitely the largest I had ever seen in the moor, for although they were far away from us, they were stretched in a continuous line, roughly estimated to be as long as ten miles, which shows the sheer number of birds in the flock.

Wood was amazed when he heard me say it was a flock of birds: "The moors are all magical places, I have just been beaten by a single big bird, and now I see so many small birds. Billy, what kind of bird is that? ”

"In the wilderness, there are many birds that like to fly in flocks, the largest group is the macaw, they will flock together every day to look for water, and after finding a water source, they have to fly down to drink, the falcon is often hunting at this time, just because the macaw is numerous, the falcon did not approach, it was found, so the parrots on the water flew one after another. The falcon will not rush directly into the parrot group, the parrot group will be dazzled by these flying parrots, anyone will lose their direction, the falcon will not be so stupid, it will only prey on those individuals who are peripheral to the group. ”

"Oh, it's a spectacle that so many macaws are flying together!"

I shook my head: "I'd rather be macaws, they only like to eat the fruits and seeds of some plants, at least they don't pose a threat to us." Macaw feathers are bright red, yellow, and green, and red clouds are likely to appear in flocks of parrots. I handed the roast rabbit to Wood, "The rabbit is roasted, eat it!" ”

Wood took the barbecue and ate it, and watched it, but I was not interested in bird watching, so I cut a lot of hay with a dagger, and walked into the cave alone, and I needed to make a straw bed that I could sleep on while it was not completely dark, and if I slept directly on the rock, it would be very uncomfortable and easy to get sick.

At the same time, I always felt very uneasy in my heart. Wood and I have only just crossed the Great Dividing Range, and this area is Juni, far from the wasteland that we have not entered, and we have not even reached the edge of the wasteland.

But here I saw emus, which only grew in the wasteland, and a flock of birds whose names I didn't know, and they didn't appear in this area at all.

The cave was already darker than the outside, and I spread the hay evenly on the ground, but the light was much darker, and I wondered how it was getting dark so quickly.

At this moment, Wood suddenly shouted happily outside, "Billy, look, the flock of birds seems to be flying towards us." ”

I ran out to look, and sure enough, as Wood had said, the flock of birds in the air had grown nearly ten times larger, and the western half of the sky was almost obscured.

Wood's eyes sparkled, he had never seen so many birds, and they were flying in the sky, and gradually flying towards us, and the sight was magnificent.

The birds fluttered in front of our mountain, as if performing a rare group exercise for us, chirping and fluttering their wings, sometimes like a long dragon, bobbing its head and tail, sometimes circling into a ring, and suddenly soaring into the sky, like a tornado blowing on the ground.

Wood sighed, "It's a pity that I didn't bring a camera, and it's a shame that I can't record such a picture." ”

Amidst the noise of birds, a sharp sound sounded, and the birds seemed to have been rushed into a stimulant and chirped in unison. The whistle came and went, and the birds chirped happily to the whistle.

There are at least 100,000 of these birds, and the sound of so many birds chirping together is like the rising tide of the sea, and when the tide hits the reef, the waves splash.

Wood and I unconsciously put our hands on our ears, otherwise the ear drums would seem to be shattered by the sound of the birds.

A sharp whistle swirled, and the flock of birds flapped its wings and rushed into the air, circling into a huge ball in mid-air.

Here, I noticed that in the clearing under the hill, there was a man standing, dressed in black, constantly waving at the birds, and constantly making a sharp whistle.

I was stunned that this man was using this whistle to control the birds' flight. Suddenly, I thought of the horrific scene in Wollongong, where countless bottlenose snakes rolled into huge balls of flesh, enveloping the GIs, and the more than 200 GIs were devoured before they could scream a few times.

Since then, I seem to have suffered from a phobia of intensity, and every time I see a dense scene, I feel extremely uncomfortable.

A bird flew up to the branch in front of Wood and me, chirping non-stop.

I was almost frightened when I saw it, although this bird is a parrot, but where is the lovely macaw, but a bird that terrifies all the animals in Australia, the name is the sheep, listen to this name, you know that this parrot does not like to eat wild fruits and grass seeds, their favorite food is meat, the blood and flesh of all animals.

This parrot is far less beautiful than the macaw, and its plumage is also dark brown, and the reason why it turns red clouds in the sky is simply because the sunset has sprinkled the last bright color into the sky, and the birds have been dyed red.

Usually, I have only seen dozens, hundreds of sheep together, but such a small flock of parrots is already a nightmare for animals, they can attack in groups, and in the blink of an eye, they can eat the flesh and blood of a sheep, not to mention tens of thousands of sheep today.

Here, the bird ball in the sky stretched out a line, like a whip shadow thrown towards us.

I yelled, "Mr. Wood, go back to the cave!" After saying that, he pulled out his legs and went into the cave.

Mr. Wood had not yet reacted to my shout, so I turned around and pulled him up and ran into the cave. Because he was running too fast, Wood's body lost its center of gravity under my tug and fell to the ground.

I was embarrassed by my rudeness, but I didn't bother to apologize, and just dragged Wood into the cave like a dead pig with brute force.

I picked up a stone and blocked the entrance of the cave, there was more than half a person tall in the stone, not to mention more than 500 catties, I didn't expect my strength to be so great. Then, several boulders blocked the entrance to the cave.

I shouted, "Mr. Wood, plug the gaps with firewood or grass, or the two of us will be eaten by the birds as worms." ”

Wood reacted and hurriedly picked up the hay and plugged the gaps between the stones one by one, and the larger gaps were first stuffed with football-sized stones, then the hay, including our clothes. In short, everything that can be used to plug the gaps is used without reservation.

Luckily, the cave is so narrow that I could seal it quickly, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to seal it in a moment.

At this time, the parrots outside the cave chirped loudly, and the parrots gathered at the entrance of our cave, like a group of impolite peasant women laughing unscrupulously.

Immediately, Wood and I heard the cry of the camel's anguish, but it lasted only for a moment or two before it was drowned out by the parrot's cry.

Outside the cave, all that was left was the chirping of the birds.

I feel a little sorry that the two camels were tied to the tree by me, and I didn't untie their reins when I ran into the cave, so that the two of them could flee for their lives, and certainly did not have time to untie them.

Now, I am glad that these two camels are outside, which can attract the attention of the parrots and make them ignore the shallow cave on the side, and the two living creatures, with pale faces, praying to God, Buddha and Muhammad together in the hope of escaping this fate.

Wood, out of curiosity, pulled out a handful of grass and peeked out through the crack in the stone, but after just one glance, he was so frightened that he quickly stuffed the hay back into the crack in the stone, and then jumped to the side, his back against the stone wall, and his right hand covered his heart, trying to calm the heart that was about to jump out.

But the hay was not tucked in at all, and Wood jumped out of the way and fell through the crack.

I jumped over and picked up the handful of grass to re-plug the crack in the stone.

I just inadvertently glanced out through the crack in the stone, but I happened to see that the poor camel had been wrapped in a group of parrots, no matter how much they struggled, to no avail, the camel no longer had an inch of intact skin, those parrots pecked by virtue of the "birds" from the crowd, flocks attacked, pounced, pecked off a piece of the camel's flesh, and then flapped their wings and flew, followed by more parrots pounced on it and continued to peck.

I swear, it was definitely the bloodiest scene Wood and I have ever seen, not one of them.

This kind of scene only exists in my imagination, my father once told me that in ancient China, there was a kind of punishment called Ling Chi, which is what the folk called "a thousand knives", cutting off the flesh on the human body and killing with a knife, which is an extremely cruel punishment, so it is also called capital punishment. Yuan Chonghuan of the Ming Dynasty, whom his father greatly admired, was sentenced to this punishment by Emperor Chongzhen, and it is said that the executioner killed him with 3,543 knives.

In China, the emperor would impose this punishment on those who had committed serious crimes, because it was too brutal, and the emperor did not use it as much as possible. A few years ago, some foreign soldiers who went to China had witnessed this kind of torture by Ling Chi and took photos to prove it, and after it was transmitted to Europe, the world was shocked, and it was regarded as the ultimate representative of "Chinese torture" in France. It was probably because of the bad effects of torture on the emperor that in 1905 the emperor announced the abolition of this punishment.

But today, I can guarantee that mourning in the mouth of this parrot is definitely worse than Ling Chi.

The difference is that Ling Chi is cutting one by one, and now it is thousands of small mouths gnawing together.

Suddenly, the hay fell from the crack in the stone, and a parrot flew into the cave with a cry, flapping its wings and chirping merrily, as if carried away by victory, and pecked straight at me, and I picked up a branch and slammed it at it.

The hollow skeleton of the parrot could not withstand my thunderous blow, and the moment its body touched the branch, it quickly dismembered, and the feathers of its whole body flew like snow all over the cave.

Wood cried out in terror and waved his hands wildly, "Ah, don't eat me, don't eat me!" ”

In normal times, a person being scared like this by a small bird would definitely make people laugh out of their big teeth, but at the moment, I don't find it funny at all.

I jumped over and slapped him, and Wood woke up, "Mr. Wood, don't be afraid of a parrot, come with me to close the gap." ”

Wood watched in a daze as I was busy stuffing it tight, and finally came back to his senses and ran over to stuff the cracks in the rocks. I hurriedly reminded Wood not to push too hard, we just plugged the hole with stones, and if we pushed too hard, the stones would push the stones outside, and if the gaps the size of the basin were revealed, the parrots would definitely rush into the cave like a flood and kill us.

But after a while, a sharp whistle sounded again, and the parrots made another noise, flapping their wings and flying away, and the noise faded away, and the mountain was quiet again.

I peeked out through the crack in the rocks, there was nothing outside, apparently the parrots had flown away, but I still had lingering palpitations in my heart, and I waited for more than an hour before pushing away a few stones and getting out.

The moon had already risen, and under the silver moonlight, there were two white bones.

The air still seems to be filled with Fang Cai's restlessness, and Fang Cai's noise corresponds to the deathly silence at this time, without the slightest sound, the usual cheerful insect chirping can no longer be heard at this moment, of course, I don't want to hear birdsong, the poem "Birdsong Mountain is more secluded" is absolutely not valid at this moment, any kind of bird at this moment a gentle cry, will make me scared to pee.

Wood also came out of the hole, and looked at everything in front of him with trepidation, he was definitely not much better than me, because he was already scared to pee, and there was a smell of urine on his body. But I didn't mean to laugh at him at all, everyone was half-pounded.

Wood's face turned pale as he watched the camel turn to bones, his lips trembling, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

I was a little heartbroken, because I had rented one of the two camels, and I had to pay real money to compensate them. "Mr. Wood, we can't eat camel meat today, and those gluttonous fellows don't even leave us a single camel hair."

I made a joke to get each other to loosen the tension between our hearts.

When Wood heard this, he burst into tears!

Digression: Writing here gradually involves the wasteland and the hunter, I think the mysterious man's bird control technique, the snake repellent of the little mushroom and the wolf trick of the little man, like a peerless martial arts, the reader's right is the seasoning, the author hopes to portray the characters and their emotions, if you read this book, you can still remember the names of a few people, then it is a small success for the author. Just like reading Journey to the West, we remember Sun Wukong, and reading the ordinary world, we remember Sun Shaoping. In addition, I hope that all friends who have seen this book will help recommend it, and the author hopes that more people will read this novel, rather than individual people copying and recording it on pirated websites. Reading Runaway Girl, in 17K novels, is the greatest support for the author.