Bai Zhengyang held his breath, lying low in the dirt pit behind the grass pile more than one person high for more than an hour, his eyes fixed on the pseudo-turf more than ten meters in front of his hiding place, the turf was still calm and unmoving.

In the pit lay a small bundle of fine hemp rope with a small hook at the end of the rope, and a homemade hardwood bow with a dozen short arrows, which is the usual configuration of small hunters to hunt in the mountains.

Until now, not to mention hares, not even mountain rats have seen a single passing.

Bai Zhengyang scolded his mother in his heart: What is going on today? In this inaccessible but wild Mao'er Mountain, for so long, there is not even a single rabbit passing by, and it usually takes such a long time to have three or two rabbits and pheasants. It would be a shame to go back empty-handed like this.

The trap hidden in the outer skin of the grass below had taken a lot of time and effort to make, and if it had been wasted for most of the day, he would have died of depression.

Xiao Li, the young lady who was only three months older than herself, didn't know how to laugh at herself, and when she went out, she still said that she would get her a rabbit as a gift for her seventeenth birthday.

Bai Zhengyang hatefully pinched the passing ants to death with his fingers, while staring at the turf with a blank eye.

From time to time, I took a look at Bumaoji, a place on the border of the empire about five miles away from Mao'er Mountain, where he had a home, and there was a young sister Xiao Li who was three months older than him.

There are many informal imperial towns such as Bumaoji, Guting County, Puxi Province, Empire, on the border line of the empire.

Bumaoji was originally just a place where people of various ethnic groups on the border traded various commodities.

It's just that in recent decades, for some reason, the tide of beasts has receded, and the people on the borders of the empire have invariably recuperated and recuperated, and the flames of war have been extinguished. As a result, small towns were slowly established in some of the commodity trading points of various ethnic groups on the border.

Bumaoji is located at the junction of the Yanhan Empire and the retreat of the Mobei beast tide.

The process of the establishment and growth of the Bumao set is also the process of the empire's border commodity trade from small to large.

Most of the people of the Bunji were people who could not be accommodated in the central towns of the empire. There are also some people who came here for some reason, such as the group of people who opened shops on that side street, a small number of them are family members of the military department, and some people who have settled here.

Bai Zhengyang, and his deceased parents' daughter, An Xiaoli, they live here, which belongs to the last type.

Bai Zhengyang looked at the west again, the sun was slanting in the west, and in another half an hour, it was almost time to prepare the dinner for the smoke.

If the wild thing doesn't come out again, I can't help the pee. If this bubble of urine is spilled, those wild creatures with the extreme elves are afraid that they will smell the urine and flee away.

In this place of border wilderness, there are little hunters who are more fierce than wolves, faster than leopards, and sharper than eagles, but there are also beasts that are more sensitive than humans.

Not to mention the smell of urine, even if Bai Zhengyang's movement is a little bigger, I'm afraid it will scare away the beast that originally came to this road!

The urge to urinate became more and more urgent, and Bai Zhengyang had the feeling that a small yellow croaker was being fried on the pot. The feeling of powerlessness that I can't pee and can't get rid of almost makes this well-known little hunter of the hairless set anxious for the first time.

The sunset is already half gone, and in a quarter of an hour, the sun will be hidden behind the mountain.

Just when Bai Zhengyang almost didn't want to endure the endless urge to urinate, a slight sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in the distance on the mountain.

Listen to sounds, at least at a distance of hundreds of paces. I couldn't tell what kind of beast's footsteps it was.

But finally he was waited.

Bai Zhengyang's spirits perked up, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it seems that the name of the No. 1 Little Hunter will not be lost like this. That urge to urinate, suddenly, was not so urgent.

But the next movement directly made him forget about urine.

A series of various footsteps, from small to large, from thin to dense, from far to near, some light, some heavy, rushed towards Bai Zhengyang.

This is definitely not a hare, and it can't be any other ordinary little prey, a small beast.

The grass blocked Bai Zhengyang's eyes, and he didn't dare to rashly stand up and check the species running this way from behind the mountain before he knew the situation. can only rely on the power of the ear to subdivide what is really being argued.

With such a dense footstep, it is definitely not Orion, how can the Orion in this place be in groups?

Eighty percent of them won't be hares and pheasants, their steps are not so heavy, and they are not so rhythmic.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Bai Zhengyang had already heard the subtleties inside.

The footsteps that ran at the front were extremely heavy, and they landed with a sound, and they couldn't be ordinary beasts or people. It was a voice that he, a little hunter, had never heard in all his years of hunting.

Dozens of footsteps followed closely behind it were like the sound of human steps. Not only intensive, but also rhythmic.

Bai Zhengyang was in shock, and a powerful word came into his ears.

"Fence it off, don't let this beast escape!"

Bai Zhengyang couldn't hold back his surprise any longer, gently brushed aside the turf, and exposed his eyes.

A group of soldiers dressed in Imperial uniforms came into view, each with a box on their backs, revealing the tail of an arrow, but shorter than an arrow, each with a long knife in their hands, and several of them wielding thick ropes, surrounding a beast in the middle.

Compare yourself to the hardcover hunting configuration at hand, in front of the real hardcover armament of the military, this thing is like a child's house. It made him a little depressed.

Bai Zhengyang's eyes were a little yearning, a little shiny, and the corners of his mouth were a little slanderous. It's like seeing hares and pheasants every day.

The beast was unprecedentedly tall, at least three times as tall as an adult, and it stood on two legs, looking like a leopard, and standing not like a leopard, for how could a leopard stand on two legs?

Bai Zhengyang could barely hold back to shout.

The stream of urine still couldn't be held back, and a stream of heat flowed down the leg of the pants.

Bai Zhengyang was a little annoyed, he actually peed his pants?

Could it be that this is the legendary beast spirit?

Bai Zhengyang's heart jumped violently.

At this time, the group of soldiers, all in place, carried out a rhythmic attack on the leopard beast spirit surrounded by them.

A few people with thick ropes in their hands, in groups of two and two, kept putting the ropes in their hands on the head of the beast spirit, and the other people holding long knives took turns to attack the beast spirit.

In terms of height, they can only attack the beast spirit below the waist.

Dozens of rounds of attacks could not cause fatal damage to this beast, only leaving a few shallow wounds on its forearm, and only a few drops of dark blood spilled out, and it was thrown into the air due to high-speed attack and defense.

The beast kept roaring in its mouth, and its two thick forearms were waving rapidly, seemingly out of order, but as long as it touched the soldier, the soldier immediately flew out three or five meters away, either spurting blood from his mouth, or struggling on the ground as if his hands and feet were broken, and he had no strength to fight.

Looking at the situation in front of him with more circumference and less but no chance of winning, Bai Zhengyang's hair stood on end, this is too powerful, right?

Is the story told by Old Man Qu true? It turns out that there really is such a tall and fierce beast species in the world?

It seems that even well-equipped, amazingly powerful and formed soldiers can't be taken?

Bai Zhengyang's eyes widened, his hands couldn't help but grasp the dirt of the hiding place, and he couldn't help exerting force, not realizing that the tattooed birthmark like the Big Dipper on the palm of his left hand had sensed a faint beast blood and woke up, with a faint glow.

Although the casualties of dozens of soldiers were increasing, they did not stop for a moment, one was sent out, and the other then filled the vacant slot, and surrounded the beast spirit to death.

The setting sun shining on this slaughtering hillside is both beautiful and poignant!