Chapter 936 The End of the Journey
The last flame in the bonfire burned out, and white smoke rose slowly, very thin and straight, until it reached a certain height and then suddenly dispersed.
This is because of the quietness. It was an autumn morning without a trace of wind, and the long cries of eagles could be heard in the distance.
Bifang sat in a simple wooden shed with his eyes closed in meditation. He seemed to be hardly breathing, like a sculpture.
After the battle ended last night, there was a light rain, which lasted only for a short time, less than half an hour, and the wooden shed was built at that time.
At the same time, fighting all night consumed a huge amount of physical and mental strength, but Bifang could not sleep to prevent accidents. Meditation was the most suitable way to rest.
Now is the best season with clear and transparent sky. The rising sun is warm and the rainy season is continuous. The fresh air with moisture seeps through the gaps between the trees, which makes people feel refreshed.
The white smoke suddenly dispersed, and at the same time, Bifang, who was in meditation, opened his eyes.
The sound of the car engine was getting closer and closer, scaring away a few forest birds, and then the engine sound disappeared, replaced by a mess of footsteps.
Just like a stone thrown into a calm pond, the ripples continued to spread, and a breeze suddenly appeared in the peaceful forest.
"Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang!"
The shouts came through the trees. Old Barry led a team of armed rangers and several medical staff through the bushes. When he saw Bifang sitting on the ground, safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Great, I finally caught up..."
"Don't be so nervous, I'm fine."
Bifang stood up, straightened his back, and his bones made crackling sounds.
After sitting all night, my bones are stiff.
The ranger who came with Old Barry used a machete to cut through the bushes blocking the road, but was soon shocked by the scene around him and was speechless.
They looked around and saw that on almost every one of the big trees standing near the woodshed, there was a person tied to the tree.
Their hands, feet, and torsos were all tied up with hemp ropes as thick as fingers, so tightly that they felt like shackles.
In addition, everyone had blood and bruises on their bodies, and it seemed that they had been beaten severely.
"One, two..."
"Nine people in total."
"Oh my god, this is unbelievable."
"I heard that he subdued everyone with just a knife and a short spear."
"Who told you that? How is that possible?"
"I'm serious. Although I used bows and arrows and guns, they were all stolen from the enemy."
“No Maasai can do that.”
The forest rangers were whispering to each other, glancing at Bifang from time to time, but not staring at it, and were stunned by its beauty in their hearts.
[Hahaha, I'm so dumbfounded]
[I would be stupid too]
[What is awesome? This is awesome! ]
[I want to give Fang Shen a baby!!!]
The climax had passed, but there were still millions of viewers left in the live broadcast room, sitting with Bifang almost the entire night.
There's no other reason. I'm just afraid that some exciting scene will appear and I will miss it because I'm sleeping. That would be a pity.
"Hey, guys, I didn't ask you to come here to chat. Come and work. If you do a good job, I can let Mr. Fang sign for you . Is that ok?"
Old Barry was somewhat dissatisfied when he saw the people he brought with him gathered together and chatted nonsense.
The forest rangers quickly dispersed, took out handcuffs , untied the poachers on the trees one by one, and handcuffed them.
These people will be brought back and face legal punishment.
At the same time, two veterinarians also followed. Under the leadership of Bifang, they came to the off-road pickup truck and gave Cecil, who was still unconscious, an anesthetic. After waiting for a few minutes, everyone lifted the lion onto the stretcher.
Although the seriously injured and dying lion king was out of danger with the help of Bifang, he still had to be taken back for further surgery to ensure that there were no major problems.
Old Barry walked up to Bifang and asked, "I see you're injured too, do you want some treatment?"
Of course, the team is accompanied by not only veterinarians, but also medical staff.
"That's fine."
Bifang nodded, picked a big rock and sat down. The doctor next to him came up immediately to check the wound, disinfected it and performed simple sutures, and finally applied medicine and wrapped it with gauze.
One of the wounds was a knife wound and the other was a bullet scratch. They were not serious or tricky injuries. Bifang himself had performed simple treatments on them, which were not complicated, so they were healed quickly.
A ranger stepped onto the wilderness pickup and slowly dumped it out of the forest.
This is a good thing. After repairing it, you can keep it for your own use.
As a poacher was handcuffed, Bifang finally felt relieved.
"There are no police, no rules, people and animals on this grassland are the same, only the strong survive, so the only thing I can see is death."
Old Barry stood behind Bifang, looking at the black guide who was taken on the bus, and talked to himself, "When I was a child, I thought, one day, when I can tell my fellow villagers to stop, conflict is not a good thing, it will bring us into an endless cycle of poverty, and how great it would be if they could listen to me."
"Everything will be fine."
Bifang put his clothes back on, stood on the rock, and watched the forest rangers escort the poachers away.
Old Barry raised his head and squinted at the man on the rock.
Thousands of rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting changing cloud shadows on the vast autumn fields.
The cool morning breeze blew across the fields, carrying with it the strong smell of water and grass. The hem of Bifang's clothes rose and fell in the wind, covered with dark stains, and around his neck hung an animal fang that symbolized his past glory.
The cheetah jumped lightly onto the rock and sat on it, leaning lightly against its trusted companion.
"Look, there are migrating antelopes!"
Bifang's cry brought Barry back to his senses from his deep thought. He also stepped onto the rock and looked at the wilderness below the mountain.
The army of antelopes formed a long line, forming a long snake shape along the slightly undulating grassland.
The dangerous journey across the vast wilderness seems to be imprinted in the blood of the antelope. Even the newborn cubs know to follow the adult animals to the end of the world, where the cirrus clouds roll low.
There are lush aquatic plants, cool clear springs and warm earth pits.
When the forest rangers drove their cars and the convoy passed by the herd of antelopes, the long snake gradually twisted into a bulge. The antelopes behind followed the antelopes in front. Gradually, the whole team bent up, like a shepherd riding a horse to drive the flock of sheep.
Bifang laughed: "The wildebeest does the same thing, the antelope does the same thing, this is the survival wisdom of animals!"
Old Barry couldn't help but nod: "Yeah."
"Let's go, we still have one last thing to do."
Bifang jumped off the rock, followed by the cheetah.
It seemed to have anticipated something and always stayed close to Bifang.
Of course, it could also be that he was frightened by yesterday's battle.
"Every journey has an end, and today we have to say goodbye."
