Mr. Wood's crying made me think I was joking too far, but he grabbed my arm and asked with tears in his eyes, "Billy, tell me if Luna is in danger!" Please, help me find her, I will stay with her as long as she is alive, and I will never go to England to find Jenny again. ”

At this moment, I experienced the pain in Wood's heart, there was worry, fear, guilt, and despair to let go of obsessions, all kinds of emotions were like outstretched hands in different directions tearing Wood's heart, making his face a little hideous.

I can't fool Wood, because if Luna and Nemo encounter so many parrots, they won't necessarily have a cave to hide in, and they won't necessarily realize they're meat-eating. But I couldn't remember how to comfort him.

My silence made Wood even more desperate, and he actually burst into tears.

I've never seen a father so emotional, and I can't help but think of my own father, who has a strong personality, who is usually unsmiling, and whose seriousness sometimes frightens me. It was only when he saw Anne that he smiled a little softly. In terms of personality, I prefer Wood's character, he is humble, humorous, and passionate. If Father is a piece of ice, Wood is more like a fire.

That's why I longed to be close to Wood, and in him I could feel a warmth that I couldn't feel from my father.

And at this moment, seeing Wood crying out in despair, my heart seemed to be touched.

"Mr. Wood, the moor is so big, Luna and Nemo may not have been so coincidental as to come across this flock of birds. And Nemo is still with her, so it should be fine. ”

Wood grabbed a straw like a drowning man and stopped crying abruptly, "Billy, are you telling the truth?" Then he seemed to understand that I was just comforting him, and sat down on the ground.

I thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Wood, many of the things that have happened when we enter the moor, there are very few emus in our area, but today there are three; Although the flocks of parrots are in groups, they will never reach the level of a flock of 100,000, and they have begun to attack humans, which makes me wonder, and we need to go to the Bama tribe to ask the old Bama about it. The Bama are a living map of this area, and we can ask the old Bama for help and find Luna as soon as possible. ”

Wood was more anxious now than anyone else, and he grabbed me, "We're going to the Bama now!" You tell me where are the Bama? ”

I shook my head, "Mr. Wood, Bama is a large number of Australian Aboriginal tribes, they don't live in a place with a house number, almost all Aboriginal tribes in Australia are like migratory birds, where they are suitable for hunting and gathering, they will appear." If you had to ask me where they were, I would say that they were now about the area between the Maran and Lachlan rivers, and in a month they continued north to Ningen, and finally all the way north to a rainforest at the northernmost point of mainland Australia, then to spring in winter, back to south, and in summer to the Murray River, and so on. ”

Wood was disappointed when he heard this, and I comforted him and said, "Mr. Wood, it is already dark, and it is not a good thing for humans to wander around the wasteland at night, let's go back to the cave quickly, and tomorrow we will walk for a day, and we can reach the area where the Bama people live, and I have a way to find the Bama people as soon as possible, and sleep in peace." ”

Wood was still reluctant, but he obediently returned to the cave and laid the hay back on the ground, while I pulled up the gray line at the entrance of the cave and set up a bell, instead of setting up a gray line on the ground where I had mainly kept the ferocious coyotes, wild boars, and hyenas at bay, today I had woven a web almost like a spider at the mouth of the cave, because a small bird called the parrot had been added to my list of animals to guard again.

I'm still very happy with the net I've woven, except for a very small hummingbird that can drill through the mesh, and even if a sparrow wants to fly into the hole, the wings will touch the bell.

My shotgun had been taken by Nemo, and Wood had brought only one, and I had filled it with bullets, and the safety had been opened so that it could be fired with the pull of a wrench, and I said to Mr. Wood, "We will take turns tonight with our guns for two hours each, and if any reckless creature breaks into the cave and tries to bite us, kill it first." I'll be on duty first, you should hurry up and sleep now! ”

In fact, Wood was never able to sleep, and the successive episodes caused him to lose sleep. "Billy, I'd better be on duty all night, I can't sleep."

I looked at Wood and asked, "Mr. Wood, are you alright?" Pointing to Wood's heart, my biggest concern was that something was wrong with him, which would prompt him to act crazy or be stupid.

Wood finally regained the confidence that an officer should have, "I was not prepared for the suddenness of the incident, and now it is much better." Tomorrow, we're going to find the Bama, and I'm going to get Luna back. ”

Wood's eyes looked out of the cave as he spoke, and I felt that he was not saying this to me, but more like a father's promise to his daughter.

The next morning, we had a quick bite to eat and set off.

The camels were gone, so we had to go on foot, slowing down naturally, and by noon we were on the banks of the Maran, and across the river we were able to enter the area where the Bama frequented, and which was called Gurgoi, a rolling hilly area with much less vegetation than the watershed we had crossed.

The Maba people often roam the area, with men hunting and women climbing into thin trees to pick wild fruits, and only in winter do they chase the sun north to the northern tip of Australia.

I saw a group of kangaroos grazing on grass on a gentle hill, so I took off my rifle and led Wood towards the kangaroo colony.

It was the middle of the afternoon, and the scorching sun was scorching the earth, and the sparse wasteland became more and more empty, and the chirping cicadas filled the sky, making the world even more lonely. There were only a dozen kangaroos, braving the scorching sun and enduring the boundless heat, hurriedly nibbling on the branches and leaves of grass in the wasteland, occasionally raising their heads and looking around, pricking up their furry ears, alert to predators that might appear at any time.

Little did these stupid fellows know that at this moment, I was lying in a bush, looking at them with the crosshair of my shotgun. At this time, my heart is always empty, and the gun in my hand is like a finger of God, which can call every life at any time.

Kangaroos are social animals, often more than a dozen of them move together, if you can't be killed with one shot, the injured kangaroo will jump around, and the other kangaroos will run away immediately, so you must hit every shot.

Wood whispered, "Billy, aren't we going to find the Bama?" "Yesterday's events made Wood no longer in the mood to hunt with me.

I whispered, "Of course I'm going to look for it, it's a gift for them," Wood snapped.

The kangaroos all looked at us, their big ears like radar, and realizing that the sound was louder, Nemo and I hurriedly lowered our heads and stopped talking.

The barrel poked out slightly, and there was a "bang". The bullet ran towards a kangaroo with a blazing heat.

The bullet passed through the soft throat of the large kangaroo and struck the skull of another, slightly smaller kangaroo. The wallaby fell to the ground, but the kangaroo jumped several feet because of the painful stimulation. The kangaroo flock was in chaos, like beans stir-fried in a pot.

Perhaps it was blood and rotten flesh that clogged the kangaroo's trachea, and the suffocation caused it to stretch its neck and desperately breathe air, but it was all in vain, and the kangaroo's huge body finally collapsed, and smoke and dust were everywhere. The pain of the soul being withdrawn from the body caused the kangaroo to convulse constantly.

"Kill two birds with one stone!" Wood was overjoyed, and drew the dagger from his waist and ran towards the kangaroo.

I stroked Wood's rifle and looked at Wood's figure, and felt happy.

I was obsessed with the metallic smell of a firearm, the thrill of a bullet destroying tissue, and the power of an index finger to control life.

Wood, who had already slit the kangaroo's throat with a dagger, said to me approvingly, "Billy, I'm not mistaken, you're a natural marksman." If I hadn't resigned, I'd have had to bring you back to the barracks. ”

I smiled and said, "I'm also your soldier now, the special operations unit of the Australian Bryden garrison!" ”

Wood laughed, "If you don't say it, I forgot, I really don't dare to keep that young master with me!" ”

When Wood said this, my heart moved, and now I left Carl in the garden, I don't know if it was right or wrong?

Wood then asked, "Billy, our camels are gone, how are these two kangaroos going to get to the Bama tribe?" ”

I smiled, "Wait a minute, maybe the Bama people themselves are here?" As he spoke, he dragged the kangaroo to the shade of a tree, cut open the kangaroo's belly with a dagger, and took out the entrails and threw them around.

The strong smell was immediately carried by the wind, and within half an hour several vultures flew by the scent, and when they saw the entrails I had thrown around, the carrion-eating animals threw away all their reserves, and scrambled to devour them. Two vultures even fought over a large intestine.

I have always been disgusted by these vultures, in their eyes, all the food that can be stuffed into their mouths is taken for granted, and they dare to snatch food from the mouths of any kind of carnivore, whether it is a coyote or a wild boar, they are fearless, and their unaesthetic cries finally make the well-fed carnivores give up their prey in order to be quiet.

And when the predator left, he deliberately swarmed up and devoured the meat of those beasts, which was neither reserved nor elegant.

Looking at these vultures, I suddenly thought of the Governor, Mayor John, and Sheriff Raidon, and how could these city managers not be vultures in human skin?

The Governor can turn me into a monkey and keep Piyu out of the door because of the need, and also because of another need to treat me and Piyou as guests, and put a lot of money in his pocket, Piyou, who is well versed in business warfare, told me that we have no background in mining, and we can't stand the slightest wind and grass, and all kinds of "vultures" will steal every piece of meat from our mouths, so we can only give 40% of the dividends to the Governor in order to be quiet.

In fact, it is true that before my father built a few houses and drilled a few wells, people would come to collect taxes, which was called management, but when we were backed by the governor and made a lot of money, those people came again, but it was the old way to help us with tax refunds.

This is simply a great irony, you have to pay when you are short of money, and when you have money, you can return the money, is this Australia?

At that moment, a vulture came up to me and Wood, apparently noticing that I had more meat here. Vultures eat carrion, but they don't refuse fresh meat either. Little by little, it approached us, testing our bottom line, and it screamed differently, as if it was a provocation, as if it was a greeting to a companion, because at the same time several vultures were also surrounding us.

Wood was visibly scared, "Are these vultures going to eat us?" From his questioning, I knew that he still had in his heart the shadow of the birds he had seen yesterday evening.

"No, these vultures want to steal my meat!"

"Then give them some!"

"No, you can't give a piece, throw a piece, and the vultures will swarm and snatch our flesh, and if possible, they won't even mind taking a few bites from us, and then we might be eaten by them as a snack."

"What then?" Wood said worriedly.

I took out my slingshot and pocketed a handful of marbles, and if a vulture dared to come within ten meters of me, I would give them a head-on blow.

At the same time, from my mouth came the call of a lyrebird, a joyful and melodious call that echoed through the troubled cries of the vultures over the moor. The lyrebird's call is so beautiful and beautiful that it gets its name from its harp-like tail feathers. Later, when Australia issued a separate currency, it also printed its image on the currency.

It is a reddish-brown chick-like bird that looks very ordinary, but it shows off its beautiful and exaggerated tail feathers whenever the courtship season comes.

The best thing about the lyrebird is its super ability to imitate language. When it comes to animals that are good at imitating sounds, the first thing that comes to mind is parrots and starlings, parrots and starlings have a strong ability to imitate language, as long as we often say a repetitive sentence to them, they can learn it over time. But if the parrot and the starling were to compare with the lyrebird, they would be schoolchildren.

Lyrebirds can imitate hundreds of sounds, as long as they hear the sound, almost all of them can be expressed in their own way, even the sound of some train motors, lyrebirds can also imitate. The lyrebird will even imitate the sound of an adult calling its own child, and finally trick the child into the forest. During mating season, the male lyrebird will combine his imitation sounds to form a light little tune to capture the female's heart.

At this moment, the song of the lyrebird I learned was not the usual melodious and tactful, but more of an anxiety, as if to tell the birds around me that there was danger, very dangerous. At the same time, I shot a pigeon whistle into the sky with a slingshot, and the whistle shot away with a piercing whistle, and with a sharp chirp, it soared into the sky, and the birds in all directions were startled and flapped their wings.

The vultures took a few steps backwards, and looked at me sideways in surprise, but then found that Wood and I could not hurt them in the slightest except for the shrill chirp we had just made. The courage gradually grew.

The vulture at the head finally crushed my bottom line and walked towards us step by step with its proud head held high.

My marbles shot unceremoniously, and with a thud it hit the vulture's chest, and it jumped up in pain, and immediately retreated, its eyes glaring at me, and its mouth screaming, and looking at it, I felt like I had provoked a shrew. I didn't have much strength, the vultures couldn't eat it, there was no point in shooting it, and Anne kept asking me to kill less.

But my mercy was exchanged for the contempt of the vultures, and the meaning in their expressions was obvious, small, and dared to fight back.

So the vultures were even more determined to take the lump of kangaroo meat for themselves, and gathered around them. I'm speechless about these self-righteous guys, they don't even look for a staircase on their own.

I smiled wryly: "This is really a bunch of shameless guys!" So he fastened the marbles, ready to give the vultures some memories that will last a lifetime.

Suddenly, a flying fork flew like a lightning bolt, pinning the front vulture to the ground, and it screamed, flapping its wings and struggling, but to no avail, life began to peel away from its body, and its misty eyes seemed to listen to the call from heaven or hell.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Old Bama, you are too slow to come." ”

"Haha, worm, how did your lyrebird learn to be like this, it's worse than crying! That's not how I first taught you. ”