The beasts in the barren jungle actually have their own fixed territory, especially some beasts with huge size and fierce temperament, and they occupy a large area alone.

Some of the weaker beasts are grouped together to avoid being attacked by other beasts.

Although the seven-colored deer is also classified as a fierce beast, it actually belongs to the category of weaker chickens among the fierce beasts.

For it has nothing special except for its lightning speed and sharpened corners on the rocks. If you don't live together in groups, you can easily become the meat of other beasts. Don't look at the seven-colored deer herd now drinking leisurely by the lake, but in fact, it is always vigilant, and when the wind blows, it immediately runs away. In this wide lakeside meadow, few animals can outrun them.

Gongliang observed for a moment, quietly put down the spear in his hand, and took out two short spears from his back.

After quietly walking forward for a while, the group stopped next to a small bush about a few hundred meters away from the drinking water of the seven-colored deer.

They tried to shrink into the bushes to avoid being spotted by the seven-colored deer. After observing for a while, Ha Ryu said to Gongliang and the others: "Next, it's up to you." ”

This is a test for them, and the hunting team will try to let them hunt with a few rookie hunters without danger, so that they can grow up as soon as possible and become an indispensable member of the hunting team.

Gongliang, Feng Han and Jin, the three of them glanced at each other, and quickly rushed out of the bushes and rushed in the direction of the seven-colored deer. While scurrying out of the grass, Gongliang threw a short spear at the deer herd, and a seven-colored deer was unfortunately thrown to the ground.

Almost as soon as they scurried out of the bushes, the seven-colored deer drinking by the lake noticed the situation and turned around in fright and ran wildly into the woods.

When Gongliang's short spear hit the seven-colored deer, the seven-colored deer had already galloped halfway to the woods, and he hurriedly picked up another short spear and threw it. This time it hit the hind leg of a seven-colored deer. The seven-colored deer staggered and struggled to run towards the woods in front of him, and Gongliang quickly rushed up and stabbed him to death with a spear.

The Yu Han and Jin next to them also have their own harvests.

Jin was lucky, as soon as he rushed up, he encountered two little seven-colored deer scurrying around with no head and no brain, and he was beaten to the ground and caught.

It was strange that he didn't catch the seven-colored deer, but instead caught a fierce beast, Meng Ji.

"Why didn't you catch the seven-colored deer?" asked Gongliang.

"I originally wanted to catch the seven-colored deer, but who knew that this guy actually pounced on me, who would I catch if I didn't catch it?"

It turned out to be a fool, and I know how unlucky it is to see how unlucky it is to see how unlucky it is when its head is hit by a stick from Yu Han. Two large seven-colored deer, two small seven-colored deer and a Mengji beast were enough for their hunting team to eat, and they did not kill again, and returned to the temporary camp with their prey.

In order to let them skillfully deal with the fierce beast as soon as possible, this time the old man in the team did not step forward to help, but let them slaughter the seven-colored deer and the Meng Ji beast by themselves.

The seven-colored deer belongs to the weak chicken among the fierce beasts, and the qi and blood essence contained in the body is limited, for the old man of the hunting team who is used to drinking the huge amount of qi and blood essence condensed from the fierce birds and beasts, this thing is simply a chicken rib. So some people would rather drink water than drink the blood of the seven-colored deer. This is a cheap three newcomers, Gongliang, Feng Han and Jin, and of course a little beast named Round.

This guy has taken it orally, and few people drink the blood of the big seven-colored deer, let alone the little seven-colored deer, so Gongliang took a big bag of the blood of the small seven-colored deer for it to drink.

The little guy held the water bladder filled with the blood of the little seven-colored deer and poured it violently, drinking a small belly like a round ball.

To Gongliang's surprise, the little seven-colored deer actually had a small horn on its head, which was called deer antler in his previous life, but it was a good thing. Yanbe people don't know the baby, but they cheapen him. He cut off the antler velvet of the two little seven-colored deer, and also harvested a little antler blood, which he mixed with a little wine and drank it directly.

After putting the slaughtered seven-colored deer and Mengji beasts on a wooden rack to roast, Gongliang went to the bamboo forest next to him to dig out a few green bamboo shoots and roasted them on the side of the firewood.

"Ah Liang, can you eat this thing?" asked Yu Han curiously.

"Absolutely. ”

Gongliang felt strange about his question, and replied angrily and ignored him.

After going back last time, he summed up his experience and felt that he must bring a pot next time he hunted, otherwise he would not have a hot soup to drink. It's just that this iron pot is too big, and it hinders the place, thinking about it, he remembered the steel helmet worn by the troops when they were fighting in his previous life. At that time, it was a helmet that could be used to block knives, guns and bullets in wartime, and an iron pot in leisure time, which could be used to make soup and cook meat pancakes.

So, Gongliang asked Ye Han to help build a helmet. Don't look at things simply, Ye Han has played more than a dozen to be in line with the public conscience.

After getting the iron helmet, he spread a layer of weak animal skin on it, otherwise his head would hit the iron helmet and it would hurt terribly. At first, he was very uncomfortable wearing a helmet, because it was too heavy, and after wearing it for a long time, he got used to it.

At this time, Gongliang took off his helmet and took out the animal skin inside, and then took the iron helmet to the lake and washed it with sand, so that there would be no peculiar smell when boiling the soup.

After washing, he returned to the camp with a helmet of water.

Then he went and found a few stones to make a stone stove, and put his helmet on top of it to burn. When the water boiled, he cut some venison and dug up two bamboo shoots from the bamboo forest to take the meat and throw it in. On the way here, he picked a little black fungus and fresh grinding, which came in handy at this time, and he washed it and threw it into the pot.

After a while, a pot of delicacies deeron soup was cooked.

After seasoning it with pickled creek fish, Gongliang tried it, and it tasted delicious and delicious.

"Is it delicious?" Yu Han couldn't help but ask.

"Not bad. Gongliang nodded.

But then he found that there were no bowls and chopsticks, how could he eat them? He hurriedly went to chop a thick bamboo to make a bowl and chopsticks, and just as the seven-colored deer was roasted, everyone began to serve soup and eat meat.

Gongliang was not in a hurry to eat the barbecue, but picked up the roasted bamboo shoots from the side of the fire and slowly broke the outer layer of bamboo shoot shells. After a while, the white and tender bamboo shoot meat inside was revealed, and the fragrance of fresh bamboo shoots also wafted out. Take a bite, tender, crunchy, sweet, and delicious.

Feng Han, who was holding a leg of seven-colored venison next to him, smelled the fragrance, swallowed his saliva and asked, "Ah Liang, is this thing delicious?"

Seeing his greedy look, Gongliang directly threw a bamboo shoot that was not broken, "You will know if you try it yourself." ”

Yu Han was overjoyed, put the venison aside, and broke the bamboo shoot shells.

When roasting bamboo shoots, Gongliang counted the heads, just one per person. Eating bamboo shoots, accompanied by barbecue, and drinking delicious mountain venison soup. For the first time, he felt that life in the jungle was so wonderful, and if there were not so many dangers, he really wanted to stay in the jungle forever.

After eating and drinking, the sky has already darkened, and a crescent moon hangs high in the sky, sprinkling wisps of pure moonlight.

I hadn't taken a bath for a few days, and looking at the clear lake below, Gongliang wanted to go down and take a shower, but was pulled by the big stone.

Gongliang was puzzled for a moment, why couldn't he take a bath? As if seeing his doubts, Dashi cut a large piece of the remaining barbecue, and then took him to the lake and threw the barbecue down.

"Bang..."

A splash exploded on the edge of the lake, and a large fish with sharp teeth jumped out of the lake and dived again. The sharp thorns on the back revealed the cold light in the moonlight, and the scalp was numb.

Gongliang couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, fortunately Dashi pulled him, otherwise when he went down to the lake, it was estimated that he would become a delicacy for this big fish.

If you look closely, there is more than one big fish in the lake. Faintly, dark backs swam in the water, as if looking for food that had just been dropped by the boulders.

Gongliang didn't dare to take a bath anymore, so he hurriedly went back to sleep.