Chapter 677: Reaping the spoils
As an experienced old hunter, Bifang is obviously very patient. He carries the three fools and follows the musk ox slowly, keeping a certain distance while ensuring that the other party will not notice him and avoid his dying struggle.
On the snowfield, a "toothpick" was stuck on the huge body of the musk ox, which was quite comical . It was the short spear thrown by the Bifang javelin.
There were originally two sticks, but when the musk ox came to a narrow dense forest and rubbed against a tree, one of them broke and fell to the ground.
"I could feel that its condition was getting worse, its speed was changing, and its resting time was getting longer and longer."
Bifang picked up the broken short spear on the ground. There were very obvious blood stains on it. It was the blood that overflowed from the wound of the musk ox and flowed along the spear handle .
He waited for three hours for this moment, but it was all worth it.
Spending a few extra hours to minimize risk is a better deal than any other.
"Now we need a suitable terrain to start the operation, preferably a depression, so that we can weaken the attack power of the musk ox to the greatest extent."
The biggest threat of the musk ox is its unrivaled charging power. If the opponent can be forced into a depression, it will become a large target and will not be able to launch any attack.
It is difficult for large-sized food animals to take advantage of their size in a narrow space except for stepping on it.
"There's a rock pit up ahead. We can try and see if we can force it into it."
Bifang, lying behind the rock, watched for a long time and finally decided to take action in advance.
In order to hunt better, Bifang had already surveyed the terrain near the musk ox. There were not only trees but also many rocks ahead, which was the best location.
But when Bifang jumped out of the rock with the three idiots and was about to move forward, he encountered a huge resistance from the dog leash in his hand. Looking back, he found that Fugui and Wangcai had already been lying on the ground, and they would not move no matter how hard Bifang pulled the leash.
"What a shame!"
Bifang was a little annoyed, but when he looked at Goudan beside him, he was obviously much braver and even eager to try. He really was the dog closest to a wolf.
Seeing this, Bifang kicked Fugui and Wangcai on the buttocks, let go of Goudan's leash, and jumped out of the rock pile with it.
"Goudan, let's go!"
It was still a sneak attack from behind the musk ox, but the musk ox, having had this experience, became much more alert. As soon as Bifang jumped out, it reacted, quickly turned around and let out a low growl.
Bifang did not approach rashly, but quickly rushed to the other side. Goudan ran in front of him, looking very excited.
A gene called hunting awakened in its body...
“Ouch!”
The Husky suddenly fell to the ground, flew out due to inertia, and rolled on the snow, with its originally black fur covered with white snow.
Bifang glanced at the stones buried under the snow and twitched his mouth, but did not stop. He came to the other side of the rock pit under the gaze of the musk ox.
Goudan, who fell to the ground, was biting a stone angrily. When he saw Bifang running away, he ran to him happily with the stone in his mouth.
Bifang took the stone from its mouth and threw it at the musk ox.
He did not use javelins. The musk ox was already too weak. If he used too much force, it would most likely run away instead of charging after being provoked.
The fist-sized stone hit the musk ox exactly on its horns.
Bifang's strategy was undoubtedly effective. Although the musk ox was so weak that it could hardly stand, it was still enraged when its strong skills, which it was proud of, were hit by stones .
"It's much easier to provoke emotions in animals than in humans."
Bifang sighed, then pulled Goudan back quickly, throwing stones one after another accurately at the musk ox.
Soon, the extremely weak musk ox stepped on the grass and prepared to charge again.
Bifang noticed this detail and took out the rope, and the sensitive audience immediately noticed the knot on the rope.
That’s right, this is the most common cowboy ring in movies. Once it is put on, it will become tighter and tighter as long as force is applied.
The snow on the ground was dug up by the thick hooves of the ox, and the gravel on the stone team began to tremble. The musk ox launched a charge, but in the eyes of Bifang who was concentrating, the speed of this musk ox was much slower, as if it was looking at a bicycle on the side of the road, or a shared one.
Seeing the right moment, Bifang swung the rope in his hand, which caught the musk ox's horns exactly, and then quickly wrapped it around a tree nearby.
Under the huge pulling force, even the musk ox was pulled to stagger.
From a third-person perspective, the audience clearly saw that the musk ox's head was surprisingly bent, as if it would be pulled off its neck in the next moment.
The long rope stretched straight and dug deeply into the bark. Under the huge pulling force, the whole musk ox fell to the ground.
This charge consumed all of its strength. The beast, already exhausted from bleeding, found it difficult to even stand.
Bifang simply tied a knot on the tree, took out his spear and rushed towards the musk ox, stabbing it in the abdomen, then quickly poking it away, and when the musk ox struggled and turned around, he launched a second charge .
The musk ox's physical strength and nerves had reached their limits. Facing the Bifang's attack, it had no way of responding in time and could only watch as holes appeared on its body one after another, bringing it, already bleeding, even closer to death.
Even Goudan, who was standing by, bravely stepped forward to distract the musk ox and help Bifang create an opportunity to attack.
Stab and run, so exciting!
Bifang held the spear, his heart pounding.
No matter how long the musk ox's hair is, it is still vulnerable to a sharp blade, which can easily rip open its stomach and make a big hole.
After several rounds, the musk ox, which was riddled with wounds, finally fell to the ground. It had lost so much blood that it could no longer raise its head.
Bifang did not approach easily, because the musk ox was not completely dead yet. Its chest was still heaving, and the hot air from its nostrils melted half of the snow.
A pair of huge eyes stared at Bifang, as if with endless resentment, which made many viewers feel a little bit unbearable.
“That’s how natural survival works.”
Bifang took out a dagger, went to the back of the musk ox's head, and inserted it into the connection between the back of the head and the spine, killing it with one blow.
The beast, weighing nearly half a ton, was completely dead.
"call."
Bifang exhaled slowly. He could feel himself sweating. The whole process seemed simple, but it was still very exhausting.
Fortunately, it was all worth it, and now is the time to reap the spoils.
