John felt a violent force coming down the rod, which bent sharply like a bow arm, squeezing his wrist tightly.

Mr. Fowler's words made John's heart chuckle, coupled with the sudden tugging sensation on his hand, his body almost lost his balance and fell into the water, but he quickly stabilized his heels, and bowed slightly in the face of the general direction of the fish's bait, cushioning the double impact of mental and physical.

Mr. Fowler let out a trembling voice with excitement: "Looks like the tyrant fish has taken the bait, John, try to keep the line and the rod under control!" ”

The splash on the surface of the lake moves irregularly from side to side, and the rod bends in all directions. John used all his strength to resist the tremendous resistance. After a while, the splash gradually subsided and the lake returned to calm. But the calm did not last long, and there was another churning movement on the water......

After a few reciprocations, the big fish seemed to be deflated, gave up the struggle, and swam obediently in the direction of the fishing line.

"Don't let your guard down, this fish is smart."

John took Mr. Fowler's words to heart, and carefully retracted the line back, while gently lifting the winch upwards at intervals to prevent his prey from stealthily accumulating.

When the fish swam a foot away from the canoe, where it was ready to retract the rod, the drag on the rod disappeared, and John pressed the rod to secretly lift the fish up, but the line floated loosely on the water, and the fish seemed to bite the line with its teeth—not to John's surprise, and the big fish would not be caught.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Tyrant Fish wanted to rush into the depths of the water, and the Dead Eye also accumulated energy for a moment. John took the off-line rod with his right hand, aimed it at the fish's head, and threw it into the water like a javelin. The tip of the rod passes through the fish's eye, leaving a dark red foam on the surface of the water, which looks like a buoy floating on the sea from a distance.

John wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, stepped on the tail of the fish and pulled out the rod, and the large blue-green fish slipped off the rod, and the original fish's eye was already a finger's wide hole. This great tyrant fish, known as the pike, is 25 inches long and looks about 15 kilograms, and is worthy of the legend of the fish that used the entire Oakcliff Pond as a hunting ground.

"Your reaction was unbelievable." Mr. Fowler crossed his waist, unable to hide the look of surprise on his face.

John looked at the big fish on the board of the boat, and thought to himself that he could let the old fellow of Hamish pick it up, and he looked at the old soldiers waiting for them on the shore, for the distance could not see the change in the expression on his face. There seemed to be an extra topless man on the shore, and he and Hamish stood side by side.

"Who is that man, it seems to be an Indian, do you know him?" Mr. Fowler narrowed his eyes, noticing the stranger as well.

John replied as he raised the oar, "Let's row back and see." ”

As he approached, Hamish called out, "This gentleman says he knows you." ”

John looked at the Indian with white paint on his face and a fierce eagle on his chest, which was the symbol of the Indian falcon.

Falcon greeted with a serious face: "Mr. Coster, Mr. Fowler." ”

"Falcon, what's so urgent?"

The falcon patted John on the back and called him to a nearby place where no one was around.

"My people seem to blame you for leaving the reservation, and Papiti suspects you of betraying him. But I understand that you have your own reasons, and there are some things that are inconvenient to talk to us about. ”

John nodded, unable to find the words to answer for a moment, so he simply kept silent.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Coster, I'm not here to question the reason for your departure, I've never cared about these things, I'm only concerned about the safety of my people, and now, my brother is in danger."

"Shark in trouble?"

"It's the Glutton, he's trapped in the impregnable Fort Wallace, and who knows a few hours ago he swore he would be able to come and go there."

"What's the matter, how did he go to the army station?"

"It's not that we Indians have a conflict with the army, they imprisoned Sophia, the lion of Selosi, and threatened to hold a lion meat feast, and the gluttonous lion couldn't swallow this breath, so he sneaked into the fortress to rescue him."

"He was captured by the GIs?"

"Probably not, but it was only ten minutes before the gluttonous lion sent me a message imitating the call of the nightingale, and he seemed to be in a dilemma, so he ...... I'm here to ask for your help. ”

"We've got to get into that Wallaceburg, maybe the gluttonous has found something awesome."

"Let's go, Mr. Coster."

John nodded in agreement, returned to the veterans' farm, and asked Mr. Fowler to return to camp with him, but Mr. Fowler was chatting with his new friend and insisted on staying...... John fed Black Pearl some dry bread and looked up to see the crumbling sunset in the west, and he realized that it had been out for a while.

The two of them had no intention of talking during the whole journey, and remained silent tacitly, and it was nearly evening before the falcon said that the shark was nearby and that the destination was here.

John left the black pearl in a bush of grass by the side of the road, took a deep breath of the cool night air, and walked into a dark and dense forest with the falcon beside him. The bright moonlight fell, the branches swayed, the shadows of the leaves swayed, and from time to time a head poked out of the bushes to look out at a walled wooden city in the open area in front of him.

"Shark, here we are." The falcon whistled into the darkness, and the head turned.

"Hey, you brought Mr. Coster."

"Yes, is there anything unusual over there?"

"Soon after you left, a patrol of about twenty or thirty men passed by the road and took away most of the soldiers of the barracks. It can be said that the guards are much lax now. ”

Falcon breathed a sigh of relief: "The gluttonous lion should not have been caught. ”

"I think the gluttonous lion should have encountered some tricky trouble, according to his ability, if he can get in, he will definitely be able to come out intact, maybe something is trapping him."

At this point, John spoke, "All in all, the gluttonous lion needs our help. Do you have any ways to get in? ”

"This place." The swimming shark let out a breath of turbidity, "Covered tightly by wood." ”

John looked up, and sure enough, the camp in the darkness was impenetrable, the wooden gates were closed, and there was a tower at each of the four corners, and a small window was open on the tower, and a dim lantern hung outside the window, reflecting the figures of the people inside.

"John, keep your head down and follow me, keep an eye out for the sentry on the tower, the gluttonous lion climbed in through the outer wall, we should still be able to find the rope he left behind."

The two of them whispered to the outer wall of the fortress, where the tightly arranged log stakes were covered with vines and moss, and looked like trunks with the crown cut off, and John could not name the trees, but he did not doubt their sturdiness in the slightest.

The falcon leaned forward and swooped along the wall, its footsteps in sync with the chirping of insects in the weeds, and John followed, trying not to make any movement other than to breathe. After finding the rope that the gluttonous lion had climbed, John and the falcon climbed the city wall in the gap between the dark clouds and the moonlight.

Inside the city walls, the lion feast was still in full swing, the walls were not guarded except for the towers, and all the soldiers gathered around a campfire below, and no one noticed the two figures moving on the walls.

Sophia, the mountain lion, was now imprisoned in a large cage, covered in bruises and blood, and screamed among the few gray-clad soldiers in Panamanian hats.

"It seems that the patrol team did take out most of the people, but I think it's better not to startle the snakes, the patrol team could come back at any time."

The falcon crouched against a shelf by the wall, the light of the fire reflected his chestnut back, and the beads of sweat oozed from his red skin, and the Indian man was also anxious and irritable, "I can't quite say what to do next, where do you think the gluttonous lion should be?" ”

John looked at the lion licking his wounds in the cage and didn't dare to imagine the lion who could also see this scene, but as far as John knew, the lion's emotional control training had been quite effective recently, so he would think wisely rather than be furious.

"You have a key to rescue the lion in the cage."

When Falcon heard this, he shook like an electric shock, as if it was not John but the saved gluttonous lion in front of him, "Yes, it is such an obvious problem to open the lock with a key, but where will the key appear?" ”

John pointed to the only decent house in the fort, how special a stone house was between a pile of tents made of tattered canvas. He thought it was the office of a certain chief, and a possible place to hide the keys. And most of the soldiers were already drunk and fell to the ground, and the two of them could easily reach the room.

As John stepped on the threshold, a cool breeze blew, and a figure flashed behind him, a knife around his neck like a gale.

"Brother!"

The falcon behind him shouted, and despite his low voice, John could feel the surprise in his tone.

John subconsciously grabbed the hand holding the dagger, and looked sideways, a familiar face smiling.

"Long time no see, John."