Chapter 352 Hunting (8)

[Outside the Hunting Circle]

With wolf smoke, fire, the sound of hooves, and the sound of arrows, the hunting ground is like a boiling crater.

The crazed beast ran rampant and even broke through several felt walls. The Hurd hunters who had no time to escape were caught under their hooves and disappeared screaming.

In the dust kicked up by the horses' hooves, there were still Huds and Huds fighting.

However, everyone in Tiefeng County could only hear screams and the sound of blades clashing, and could not see anything clearly.

Without any warning, Vashika's war horse roared rapidly, raised its front hooves high and kicked fiercely towards old Sergei.

If Lieutenant Colonel Moritz hadn't reacted quickly and knocked down old Dusak, the back of Sergey's head would have been kicked to pieces.

Vashika on the horse was also feeling uncomfortable. He held the reins tightly and clamped the horse's ribs tightly, trying his best to subdue the horse that was inexplicably out of control.

People around him ducked to make room for Vashika. But the war horse jumped and kicked fiercely, throwing Vashika off the saddle in a few times and escaped.

Vashika fell heavily and fainted instantly. Old Sergey shouted and rushed towards his son.

The Tiefeng County Mission and the Badlands Tribe each gathered their forces, and the two sides subconsciously distanced themselves.

Koshhaqi came running quickly with two hunters, stopped twenty steps away and warned everyone in Tiefeng County: "Horse! Horse!" and immediately returned to the team of the Badlands.

No need to be reminded by Kuoshach, Pierre also noticed something strange about the war horse.

Even the most docile riding horse on weekdays became agitated and restless at this moment.

Pierre's mount was drooling and kept tapping its hooves on the ground, trying to attack anyone of its kind who came close to it.

"Get off your horse!" Pierre made a quick decision: "Tear down the felt wall!"

The members of the delegation selected by Winters understood the situation, quickly got off their horses, and re-secured the hitching posts outside the crowd.

The members of the mission who tied up their horses immediately began to dismantle the felt walls and build temporary fortifications with wooden stakes, ropes and leather.

"Please rest here first." Lieutenant Colonel Moritz calmly placed Anna in the center of the queue and apologized gracefully: "Excuse me for leaving for a while."

Anna tried her best to appear calm, smiling and nodding.

With the sword unsheathed and the gun hanging on the rope, the Tiefeng County delegation erected two layers of trip ropes and relied on the temporary felt wall to guard them.

Pierre took the initiative to ask Lieutenant Colonel Moritz for instructions: "Please give the order, Lieutenant Colonel."

"The water was deliberately muddied. Wait until it becomes clear before taking action." Moritz took out an arrow, found the center of gravity of the arrow, and shot the arrow out casually: "Stay here and kill anyone who dares to get close."

…

[In the hunting circle]

Winters carefully placed the cub on the horse's back.

The little lion was two arrows away from him just now, but he didn't see clearly what hurt the little lion. Only a thunder was heard, and the little lion disappeared in the smoke.

When he arrived at the scene, the smell of gunpowder smoke that had not yet dissipated allowed Winters to verify his suspicion—the assassin used gunpowder weapons.

It might be heavy artillery, it might be grenades, no matter what it was, it was far beyond what the little lion had given him.

"How can the Akagawa Department allow outsiders to mount heavy artillery right under their noses?"

"Who could hide a grenade in a lion cub?"

All kinds of questions appeared in Winters' mind, and they were immediately suppressed by more important things. There is no time to question and hold people accountable now. The most important thing is to save the life of the little lion.

The enemy's location, quantity, and identity are unknown, so there is only one safe place left in the hunting ground - Qingqiu.

The little lion gradually fell into a semi-conscious state and could not even speak a complete sentence. He moaned over and over again: "[Hedish] wolf... wolf..."

There was another hoofbeat approaching, and three white-armored cavalry rushed into the smoke screen. Seeing the little lion covered in blood and not knowing whether it was alive or dead, three white-armored cavalry rolled off their saddles and dismounted, and surrounded him in fear.

"Back off!" Winters pointed his spear directly at the intruder.

The young white-armored cavalryman on the right was furious and drew his sword.

"[Herd] Stop! Don't seek death!" The white-armored cavalry leader grabbed the swordsman and shouted sternly: "[Herd] Let Batu protect the little lion! The little lion believes in Batu!"

After saying that, the leading white-armored cavalry patted his chest vigorously and pointed in the direction of Qingqiu.

Although both parties cannot understand what each other is saying, the information conveyed by body language is enough.

Winters nodded and motioned for the three of them to go ahead.

After taking a few steps, a strange sound penetrated the noise and reached Winters' ears.

This strange sound sounds like a whistle, a whimper, or a cicada, but if you look carefully, you will find that it is different from any of them.

The strange noise only lasted for a short while, but Winters was sure it wasn't an auditory hallucination. Because among the three white-armored cavalry, the one with the sword drawn—also the youngest one—was also looking for the source of the sound.

The other two older white-armored cavalry did not respond at all.

The surrounding environment became increasingly weird. Not only did the smoke not dissipate, but it became thicker and wider, shrouding several people in it.

Winters stopped—something was coming again!

The frightened beasts ran away blindly, and the hunters from each group fought on their own. There was chaos inside and outside the hunting ground, with the sound of hooves, roars, and fighting all mixed together.

It should be noisy, but Winters could hear an eerie sense of quiet.

All the sounds came from far away, and he couldn't hear anything close. The wild herd had no purpose or direction, but they coordinated to avoid where Winters was. It seemed as if there was some kind of terrifying monster hiding nearby, scaring away all the wild beasts.

Winters looked around. The smoke was so thick that he couldn't tell whether it was a human or an animal ten meters away. The smoke seemed to be poisonous, and his eyes started to sting not long after he came into contact with it.

A quick breakout? The seriously injured little lion couldn't stand the bumps. And acting blindly may lead to a trap.

Winters didn't know the enemy's weapons or tactics, but he speculated that the enemy's troops were not large, otherwise they would have swarmed them, so why would they be so timid?

He made up his mind.

He pulled out the steel cone, closed his eyes, held his breath, and listened intently.

Discovering that Batu suddenly stood still, the three white-armored cavalry also stopped.

Out of respect, the three white-armored cavalry remained silent. However, after several rounds of breathing, there was still no movement.

The situation was critical, and every breath seemed to take an extremely long time. The youngest white-armored cavalry finally couldn't hold himself back.

The moment the young white-armored cavalry opened his mouth, Winters caught the enemy's flaw: a roar of a beast and a sound like a snake spitting a message.

Without any hesitation, Winters fired five steel cones in succession towards the source of the sound.

A pitiful whimper was heard behind the smoke, followed by a series of footsteps.

There are people!

Enduring the phantom pain, Winters entered the spellcasting state again and threw the spear at the runaway with all his strength.

Casting the spell with all his strength twice in a row, the phantom pain almost made Winters faint. The spear carrying a huge amount of kinetic energy pierced the smoke screen and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Winters did not hear the sound of the spear piercing the body, but the three white-armored cavalry were also top players and had already rushed towards the direction he pointed out.

Glancing at the unconscious lion cub, Winters stayed put and did not follow.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Without any warning, two deafening roars erupted not far from Winters.

The air waves carried hundreds of sharp weapons, instantly dispelling the smoke screen and sweeping across the land. Broken limbs and soil were lifted into the sky and fell in a pitter-patter.

Dust and gunpowder smoke enveloped them again, and no sound could be heard from the positions of the red-armored rider and the white-armored rider.

…

[In the hunting circle, outside the smoke screen]

"[Herd] is dead?" The paddlefish lurking in the withered grass carefully observed the prey: "[Herd] is dead?"

As the best falconer in all tribes, camouflage and concealment are Paddlefish's specialty. If you don't stand close and look carefully, no one can tell that there is a person hidden in the yellow-brown withered grass.

The paddlefish hid silently, but there was another person chattering in his mind: "[Hurd] is dead? Dead?"

Talking to oneself is also one of the occupational diseases of falconers.

Catching adult falcons usually requires the use of traps. Falconers set traps for as little as four or five days and as much as a month at a time. After being alone for too long, the falconer has unconsciously become accustomed to talking to himself.

"[Herd] Do you want to do it again?" Paddlefish carefully calculated the gains and losses. There was only a slight sound of burning dry grass in the smoke screen, but there was no movement other than that. It looked like he was dead.

Paddlefish made up his mind and picked up the bone flute hanging around his neck.

Paddlefish is not surprised that the white lion is protected by the chosen one. Since he can be invited to kill the white lion, it is not unusual for the Chihe tribe to invite another chosen one to protect the white lion.

In the prairie, the Chosen Ones are extremely rare. A Chosen One will not attempt to kill another Chosen One unless absolutely necessary.

But if the blood has already flowed to the earth, then we must not stop dying, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

"Talent" is a matter of life and death. Each chosen person will try to hide his "talent" as much as possible, but Paddlefish already knows the opponent's trump card.

"[Herdese] The chosen one who is good at throwing spears?" The javelin that just passed by like a meteor made Paddlefish still have lingering fear in his heart at this moment: "[Herdese] How come I haven't heard of it?"

But it doesn't matter anymore. Now that the opponent's "talent" is known, Paddlefish has a way to deal with it.

It's just a pity for Paddlefish - another chosen one is about to die.

The strange sound of the bone flute sounded again. The sound of the bone flute was not loud, but it was extremely penetrating and could be easily distinguished from the noise.

The invisible ripples from the bone flute spread to the edge of the hunting circle. After several well-dressed hunters heard the sound of the bone flute, they immediately walked to the carriage behind them and removed their veils.

Under the cloth are two cages made of fine iron. In each cage is a powerful wolfdog that looks like a wolf but is not a wolf.

The hunter brought a total of two carriages, each with four iron cages. The carriage that had just been uncovered still had four wolfhounds, and the iron cages on the other carriage were all empty.

The wolfdog was already impatient because of the sound of the bone flute. As soon as the hunter opened the cage door, the wolfdog jumped out of the cage, jumped over the felt wall, and headed straight for its owner's hiding place.

The paddlefish lurked silently in the dead grass until the two wolfdogs arrived.

The ferocious wolf dogs make hunters afraid to approach them easily, but next to the paddlefish, they behave extremely docile and well-behaved.

Wolf dogs are trained not to bark easily. So they just kept making slight humming sounds, wagging their tails desperately, and licking the paddlefish's cheeks with their wet tongues.

The paddlefish gently stroked the two wolfdogs and chanted silently. After his touch, the two wolfdogs became more and more excited, happy and satisfied.

It was almost done. Paddlefish took out a sealed iron box from his arms. Inside the box were several dark yellow fat-like objects. The paddlefish put the iron box in front of the wolfdog's nose and let them sniff it.

In the hunting ground, there were only two people with the scent of langzhi. One is the paddlefish himself, and the other is the white lion wearing red armor.

Smoke and sulfur may confuse people's sense of smell, but they cannot fool the paddlefish's wolfhounds.

Finally, the paddlefish took out a wooden tube.

He pulled off the lid to reveal smoldering wood chips and, with a deadpan expression, lit the gunpowder twist in the "keg" that hung just below the wolfhound's neck.

"[Herd] Go." Paddlefish gave the order silently and blew the bone flute again.

Just like in previous training, the two wolf dogs faithfully carried out the instructions, rushed into the smoke without hesitation, and pounced on the target that smelled of wolf sesame.

The paddlefish waited patiently.

Soon, dull explosions came one after another from behind the smoke curtain. Another wave of air swept across the surface, and pieces of iron, plasma, and soil fell one after another onto the paddlefish.

Then everything fell silent.

The paddlefish continued to wait for a while, but no moans could be heard, so it was probably really dead.

He carefully threw a few stones into the smoke screen, but still no reaction.

"[Herd language] Token." Paddlefish stood up silently and walked towards the explosion site carefully.

According to the agreement, he needs to get some evidence that can prove the death of the white lion...preferably the head of the white lion.

The smoke shrouded the earth like a gauze curtain and has not dissipated yet.

"[Hudian] The cigarette case is missing again." Paddlefish thought with some regret.

Cigarette cases are for two-legged people, so use one and use the other less. For the leaders of the tribes, the cigarette case may not be of much use. But in the eyes of the paddlefish, the smoke box is more valuable than the wolfdog.

The wind picked up and the smoke slowly moved.

The paddlefish keenly sensed something strange about the wind direction, but couldn't tell where it was.

Looking up, the paddlefish was surprised to find that the smoke screen was not "flowing" but "rotating".

I saw the smoke screen spinning faster and faster. Before the paddlefish could react, the smoke screen suddenly spread out in all directions, as if the power that had previously restrained the smoke screen suddenly disappeared.

In an instant, the surface of the ground was cleared, and the wall of smoke covering the explosion site completely collapsed.

In the battle between the chosen ones, the outcome is only a matter of millimeters.

"[Herd] It's over!" For the first time, a voice came from the paddlefish's throat, and his figure was exposed. He wanted to hide, but he had nowhere to hide.

A man covered in blood and mud jumped out from under the corpse of the war horse. The man just raised his hand, and the paddlefish's consciousness was completely annihilated.

Winters spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva and walked towards the assassin's body to confirm that the assassin was really dead.

The assassin's clothes were tied with dead leaves and yellow-brown rags. From a distance, he looked like a clump of wormwood. No wonder he was so hidden.

A strange-looking bone flute hung on the assassin's chest, which was very conspicuous. He casually pulled off the bone flute and put it in his pocket.

It was only then that Winters felt the severe pain coming from his left shoulder.

He fumbled and pulled out a piece of armor from his shoulder.

"This thing." Winters threw the bloody armor onto the assassin's body with a complicated expression: "I was the first person to use it."

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