It was this little spring at the foot of Mount Baril, and not only did the spring refuse to go, but now the coyotes also refused to go, and it was impossible for those who were naturally driven into the trees to become monkeys.

But when I heard the whistle blow, I was shocked.

The sound was clearly coming from twenty or thirty meters in front of me.

I peeked and there were a few bushes there. I looked closely, and there were five people lying on their stomachs in the bushes, and although they were obscured by branches and weeds, I still quickly concluded that these five people were aborigines of Australia.

Old Bama once said that there were four tribes in Australia six or seven hundred years ago with the help of an "old fairy" who crossed the sea, not only learned many survival skills, but each tribe also mastered a secret method that can protect the tribesmen, among which the Bama people can control birds, and the Wick people can control snakes, and I have contact with the clansmen of these two tribes. Eddie, a Bama man, can blow a whistle to summon a parrot peck, but this guy was expelled from the Bama tribe, and the Wick tribe was exterminated many years ago, only one girl escaped, but this girl inherited the snake control of the Wick tribe, this girl married a loyal white man, but unfortunately the good times did not last long, the husband and wife both died, leaving only one girl, this girl is the little mushroom, I once saw the little mushroom blowing the whistle on Wollongong, summoning their Wick totem dragon, That is, snakes.

Until now, I shudder when I think of the snakes dancing and the birds flying together.

Old Bama said that there are two other tribes with similar traditions, one is the Gurui and the other is the Ante. The Gurri people can ambush wolves, and the Ante people can repel worms. I have not met the Antes so far, but I have met a Gurui named Xiaoman when I was imprisoned in the Doge's Palace.

That's right, the Gurui people have a natural affinity with beasts, and when I escaped from the Governor's Mansion with Xiaoman, it was this Xiaoman who turned the manic wolfdog into a kitten in an instant with just one look, and my worldview was turned upside down at that time.

It can be seen that the people lurking in the bushes must be the Gurui people, and one of them must also be the inheritor of the wolf ambush technique, the so-called chosen son.

It's just that I don't understand why they want to summon all the coyotes over and attack humans?

The fat chef here howled like a wolf, "You bastards, some of you will come out and fight with Lao Tzu with real knives and guns, hide behind the rocks and blow the whistle to recruit the fucking wolves, what kind of heroes are you!" The more he scolded, the more angry he became, and he slammed his rifle into the trunk.

Only a gunshot was heard. Everyone was startled, and the whistle immediately stopped. I saw that it turned out to be Mr. Wood firing a shot at the place where the whistle sounded.

I immediately understood that these Gurui people had stones in front of them, which was a good bunker for them. Unless the bullet will bend, it will never hurt them.

The fat chef sighed, "Mr. Wood, it's useless, these grandsons have been shrinking there like turtles, why don't they come out of their heads, you save some bullets, our bullets are all gone, your bullets are gone, we are really meat on the board." ”

The fat chef laughed again when he said this, "Sunday, Pi, you say it's funny, your eldest brother cuts meat on the board every day, and the meat is all these coyotes, but I didn't expect to become the meat on the board today." ”

The whistle sounded again, and the coyotes seemed to smell the blood, and all of them made noise and howled long. I can tell here that it was the second person from the left who blew the whistle.

Here again, the gunshots rang out, but they were chaotic and completely unorganized, and at the same time, I saw John and George running back like crazy, with hundreds of coyotes chasing after them.

Suddenly, Mrs. John screamed, she was bitten on the leg by a fast coyote, Mrs. John swung the gun back and smashed it at the coyote, the coyote screamed in pain and jumped away, but at the same time, four or five coyotes pounced at the same time, and Mrs. John screamed heartbreakingly.

When little John saw his mother being attacked by a coyote, he shouted, "Leave me alone, run!" John quickly pulled his son away. After saying that, Mrs. John suddenly picked up the rifle in her hand, and desperately threw it at the coyote one by one, in order to protect her son, this woman who once disgusted me was now as fierce as a tiger, she did not retreat, but advanced, and stopped the wolves with her thin body.

Then, at last, the mother's love did not want to participate in the confrontation with the laws of nature, and several coyotes surrounded her and bit her, and one of them jumped up and bit her throat, and Mrs. John had difficulty breathing, and fell down. Twenty or thirty coyotes swarmed her in an instant, drowning her.

Little John wanted to run back to save his mother, but John grabbed Little John's arm, "Son, leave your mother alone, climb to that tree." ”

The father and son came to a tree, John picked up his son and threw him up the tree, and a series of sudden situations had made little John panic, he just clung to the trunk of the tree, but did not climb up.

John shouted, "Son, climb up the tree." After saying that, he pushed little John up with his shoulder, and little John finally came to his senses, and hurriedly climbed up the tree again, but because of the busyness, his right hand grasped the trunk too hard, and the trunk snapped with a click.

Little John suddenly lost his center of gravity and fell from the tree.

John threw away his rifle, picked up his son again, and threw him back up the tree, while little John shouted, "Daddy, go and save Mommy!" ”

John shouted, "Don't think of anything else, go up the tree first." ”

A few gunshots rang out, and Wood shot bullets from the trees, trying to stop the coyotes chasing John and George, and then how effective a rifle could be against hundreds of coyotes.

Little John had to climb up, John carried it on his shoulders, on top of his head, and finally lifted Little John up with both hands, Little John finally climbed up the tree, and when he looked back, his face turned pale instantly, and he saw that countless coyotes had pounced on him, tearing John's legs and feet.

John desperately wanted to climb up, but there was more force to lift him down, at this moment, the earth has no gravity is probably John's greatest wish, but this is just a naïve assumption.

John found that it was impossible for him to climb the tree, and he suddenly smiled at his son on the tree, "Son, you stay in the tree first, and I'm going to get into the belly of these beasts to save your mother!" ”

John was a high-ranking mayor in the eyes of others, but in my eyes, he was always a bastard, and he and his wife were arrogant, and even helped the governor to come up with ideas to tame me into another brute. But at the moment, I have to admit that they are qualified fathers and mothers.

Little John hugged the tree, looked down at John drowning in the wolves, and cried loudly.

George's family was lucky, they followed behind John's family, and when they ran back, the back team changed to the front team, and found a tree in advance and climbed up.

Moments later, the wolves ate the Johns, and the two living lives fell.

Because of Xiaoman, I sympathize with the Gurui people, but these Gurui people summon coyotes to attack humans, which is really hateful.

I decided to teach them a lesson, and I quietly withdrew from my backpack and slowly took out a small bottle with a few drops of water in it.

Hugh wants to underestimate these few drops of water, they can be called my heart and liver baby, to be precise, I regard them as heart and liver treasures, but they are not mine for the time being. This potion is for small mushrooms.

When she handed me this little bottle, I didn't think so, what good could such a small bottle be, and a few drops of water in it would not quench my thirst.

Little Mushroom smiled and told me that this was a small mushroom she had accidentally found while picking mushrooms in Wollongong.

The little mushroom did not know the effect of this little mushroom, out of curiosity to pick it home, she took the little mushroom all the way up and down, the more she looked at it, the more novel it became, it seemed to feel that the red little mushroom seemed to be like a flower blooming, at this time, a lot of dwarfs suddenly jumped out of the roadside, these dwarfs wore red, green and green clothes, dressed up with flowers and branches, singing and dancing around the little mushroom. At that moment, Little Mushroom felt like a princess.

When she got home, she found that her home had changed, no longer the low shack, but into a tall palace, and the granite pillars in front of the door had to be hugged by five or six people. The guards in front of the palace saw the little mushroom coming back, and immediately ran into the palace to report, and the mother heard that her daughter was back, and happily ran out of the palace to greet the little mushroom.

But when she ran out of the palace, Little Mushroom was startled, she found that her mother had become a giant at some point, and her body was about to be as tall as the pillars of the palace, and she took a step forward, and the ground would shake once, and Little Mushroom could only touch her mother's knees.

The mother squatted down and looked down at her daughter, the little mushroom raised her head, and couldn't help but fly out of the sky, because the mother grew higher and higher, and when she lowered her head, it was as if Mount Tai was overpowering, and she was so frightened that she closed her eyes and screamed.

Little Mushroom heard her mother constantly calling her name in her ear, and a pair of hands gently touched her face, and when she opened her eyes, it was her mother's familiar face in the mist. And she herself was lying in bed.

The mother saw the little mushroom wake up and happily told her daughter that she had slept all night. Mom took the little mushroom and told the little mushroom that you had found a treasure.

This mushroom is a very rare mushroom, although it is beautiful, it cannot be eaten, not only can it not be eaten, and even the farther away from it is the better, because the taste emitted by the small mushroom can be used to hallucinate. Only then did the little mushroom understand why he had suddenly felt a lot of dwarfs surrounding him since he came down the mountain yesterday, and when he had just entered the house, he collapsed.

Mom also told Little Mushroom that the Wick people used to smear some medicine on the arrows when hunting, and when they shot the prey, even if they didn't kill the beasts, they didn't need to be in a hurry, just follow behind, because after the onset of the medicine, these beasts all fell to the ground and fell asleep. And the medicine of the tribe must be added to the medicine, which is the sweat of this little mushroom.

After a few days, the mother took the bottle, and told the little mushroom that she had made a small bottle of potion from the mushroom according to the ancient recipe of the Wick people, and that the potion had a strong anesthetic effect, and that a small needle tip was enough to make a kangaroo faint.

Little Mushroom told me that she was worried about the danger of me and Mr. Wood going to the moor, and that if we ran into trouble and the beasts, we might be able to use the potion.

I didn't pay attention to it at the time, but it came in handy.

I took out a set of very small bows and arrows from my backpack, this is a very tough tree I found, I think it is a good material for making bows, so I cut it back, my father saw it and cried out pity, he told me that this is a tree, the wood produced is the best bow-making material, but unfortunately it was cut down by me at such a young age, it is really a tyrannical thing, I don't think so, this tree did not grow in their own vegetable garden, maybe one day it will be cut down by others.

My father scolded me for being a fool, but he still took it and made me a tiny bow out of that little bit of wood. When I got the bow, which was not as big as a palm, I smiled bitterly and said to my father, "Dad, what arrows can be shot with such a small bow?" ”

"It's not because you're in a hurry, you cut it down without waiting for the tree to grow, and they all say that it is difficult for a Qiao woman to cook without rice, and now your father is a Qiao Father is difficult to cook without rice, so you can only use this little bit of Zhemu to make such a small bow for you."

I said helplessly: "Dad, don't say it, I have regretted that my intestines are blue, I see that this bow is not an arrow, but can only be called a needle." ”

The father laughed, and he really took out a so-called arrow that was a little longer than an ordinary needle.

I thought my father was joking with me, but when I put this miniature arrow on a smaller bow, I realized that this bow was extremely elastic.

It was only after the arrow was shot that I realized that there was only one.

The father spread out his hands and said, "Worm, you are so anxious, I didn't tell anyone that there is only one arrow." The arrow was just as difficult to craft as the bow. ”

I hurriedly said, "Then you didn't say it earlier!" So saying, he ran out to look for it, and when it was dark, he did not find it, and at supper I was a little distraught, and the arrow ran to the point where it went, and I almost dug three feet into the ground.

I couldn't sleep at night tossing and turning, and I didn't fall asleep until very late.

The next morning, my father woke me up and told me to read ancient poems in the morning, and I took the book and read it with sleepy eyes: "The forest is dark and the grass is frightened, the general draws the bow at night, and the white feather is not in the stone ridge." ”

After reading it twice, I asked my father what this poem meant.

My father said that this was a poem written by the Tang Dynasty, but it was written in the poem about Li Guang, a sharpshooter in the Han Dynasty and known as General Fei.

When Li Guangduo was good at shooting, and when he led his troops to stay in the barracks at night, the mountains and forests were dark, and suddenly the wind was fierce, and the grass was so frightened that it was shaking and shaking; In a trance, a white tiger pounced. At this moment, the general was galloping past the edge of the forest, and his eyes were quick, and he drew his bow and shot an arrow......

The next morning, when the general remembered the events of the previous night in the woods, he came to the scene by the same route, and he could not help but be surprised: in the bright morning light, it was clear that it was not a tiger that had been shot by him, but a boulder. Fear crouched there silently, and the white feather arrow actually burrowed deep into the stone edge! Please note that the part where the arrow is fired is a stone ridge with a narrow spike! How much arm strength and how high martial arts does this require!

I asked, "Why don't you just see the results when the general shoots the tiger and wait until the next morning?" ”

The father laughed: "This is the poet's artistic treatment, poetry, the most important thing is subtlety." First, this can show the confidence of the general, he has always been a hundred shots, this time he is afraid that he will not be able to die and run away? Second, it can increase the intuitiveness of the image, so that people can see more clearly, if you watch it at night, although you can find that it is a misunderstanding, but it is difficult to achieve the same vivid effect as the current picture. ”

I thought about the love image of the flying general Li Guang who led the bow and shot the tiger back then, and I savored this short poem of two crosses, and suddenly I patted my head and ran outside, shouting while running: "Dad, I know where the arrow is?" ”