Chapter 676 Bleeding Damage
The current period is a transitional period that is relatively late but not too late for the musk oxen's breeding season.
It is undoubtedly very difficult to deal with musk oxen living in groups because they will form a formation.
Under normal circumstances, musk oxen appear very docile. In order to reduce energy consumption, they move very slowly and are always lazy.
But when a group of musk oxen sense a threat, they gather in a circle to face the enemy, hiding their calves in the middle.
If the enemy is a wolf and it circles around the herd, the herd will rotate with it, with the strongest cow facing it and the ones next to it providing support.
To a herd of musk oxen, Bifang is like a wolf.
Trying to deal with this situation alone is almost tantamount to suicide.
Bifang originally thought that he could find a moment when the musk oxen were careless, such as when they were lying on the ground sleeping . He would always encounter one or two of them that were relatively far away from the entire herd, and that would be his chance to strike.
I didn't expect that at this time, I would still encounter musk oxen fighting for reproduction.
This opportunity is much better than waiting for the musk ox to become careless.
Because once the challenger fails, he will be driven out of the tribe and will have to wander in the wilderness for the next whole year.
In this respect, they are similar to a wolf pack.
"Maybe they just completed a social gathering."
Bifang guessed.
Musk oxen are herd animals, and usually each large group has a leader. But each large group is divided into many small groups. Each small group consists of a bull and several cows and calves.
In summer, musk oxen move in small groups, and in winter they gather again.
But if we merge again, it is not certain whether we will encounter the same small group as before.
In this case, it is necessary to re-elect the leader, and coupled with the restlessness of the breeding season, the males always seem a little restless.
The rest and recuperation in the summer allows these musk oxen to accumulate a lot of energy and become full of vitality.
The male musk ox will mark out his own territory, and the female musk ox will be strictly protected within it. No musk ox is allowed to encroach on it, otherwise a thrilling battle will break out between the two sides.
This may be the case at this time.
The sound of collisions, repeated again and again, could be heard clearly even from such a long distance, causing many viewers to feel their scalps tingling.
Another round of charge ended, and both sides shook their heads. One of the musk oxen accelerated first and launched another charge.
Two musk oxen, weighing nearly half a ton, suddenly collided with each other.
The noise was so terrifying that Bifang felt a headache for them.
The female musk ox didn't care too much about their fight, and the group continued to eat grass slowly.
Finally, the musk ox that launched the first charge suffered some minor injuries. It was at a disadvantage and was forced to retreat step by step.
The audience couldn't help but worry for it.
Bifang's eyes were indeed filled with joy. Although it might sound like he was picking on the weak, the loser was indeed the most suitable hunting target.
As a male, he is not only fat and strong, but also has experienced a life-and-death struggle. His head is dizzy, so who else can he do if not do it?
In this kind of confrontation, if you lose, you will lose everything.
The outcome of the duel was decided quickly. Even the musk ox itself would have a hard time facing such a charge and could not withstand it after a few rounds.
With a final crash, one of the musk oxen was driven away, and the winner gave chase for a few steps, roared at the escapee a few times, and finally returned to the herd.
The loser was obviously in a bit of a mess at this time. It looked at its own group, its head shaking as if it was full of paste.
Bifang felt that even if it wasn’t, it was almost the same.
The failed musk ox knew that he would have to wander alone for the next year.
But the females didn't care about it. They didn't even look at the loser and continued to gnaw on the moss with their heads down. In the end, the loser left dejectedly.
"Their lives are not that complicated. They just need to survive long enough to get what they need to do done."
For some reason, the audience remembered what Bifang had said before.
"Let's catch up quickly, this is a godsend!"
Unlike the audience who were full of emotion, Bifang, who had been eating weeds all day and was starving, was a little excited. He took the dog leash and followed the loser with Sansha.
However, due to the presence of a herd of musk oxen nearby, Bifang did not take the initiative to attack. After all, no one knew whether the herd of musk oxen would just sit there and watch quietly if he attacked the loser.
When the two were far enough away from each other, Bifang jumped out of the snow without any hesitation and chased after the musk ox's back.
I don't know if this loser was stunned by the previous duel or what, but he didn't react at all to the Bifang rushing from behind. When the distance between them was nearly ten meters and a dart pierced his body, the musk ox realized the danger.
But as soon as I turned around, the second one was already coming towards me.
The two short spears pierced the musk ox's body in a very comical way. Having succeeded, Bifang turned around and ran away without any intention of staying.
The three idiots in the distance saw Bifang succeed and jumped for joy, as if they also had a premonition that today's dinner would be unusually rich.
But when they saw Bifang running back, they couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
"Ha, has it caught up?"
After running for dozens of meters, Bi Fang looked back and found that the musk ox had not caught up with him.
[Fuck, is this a fool? ]
[Is it possible, I mean is there a possibility, that it didn't feel that it was attacked (dog head)]
Bifang was panting heavily . He didn't expect the musk ox to be so patient, nor did he know how much damage his dart had caused.
The normal musk ox's hair is more than 30 centimeters long, like armor. Combined with the musk ox's huge body, the two short spears stuck on its body look like toothpicks, which looks a bit funny.
"He must be injured."
Bifang still has some confidence in his spear skills. Although the musk ox has long hair, the power of the spear cannot be underestimated.
"I have ground a blood groove on the tip of the javelin. As long as the musk ox is injured, it can cause continuous bleeding damage."
The musk ox did not catch up, perhaps because it did not realize this, and just felt a slight pain in its body.
In addition, the previous battle consumed too much physical energy, so he showed no inclination to fight.
"This musk ox is very old. The back of the musk ox's trunk is covered with light-colored hair in a saddle shape. The older it is, the more obvious the white area is. This one is very white, and it is obviously old. There is no need for us to take risks. Let's wait and see. In a few hours, it will be obviously weak."
In order to prevent the dog from doing something desperate, Bifang evacuated this place and jumped out of the musk ox's sight.
A few minutes later, Bifang chased to the place where the musk ox had just been, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air.
Sure enough, the musk ox was injured.
Blood continued to flow along the short spear on the musk ox, staining the nearby hair into black blocks.
Bifang confirmed his guess, but did not rush forward. He thought the best time would be when the opponent was completely powerless.
