The campsites in the wild were different from what Lynch had imagined. He had been to some campsites in the wild, and even some on the prairie. However, those places didn't feel like they were there to protect humans. Instead, they were there to prevent humans from harming nature.
It was a kind of reverse protection. People were locked in camps that could only control human behavior. In fact, the walls were not high enough to stop a big cat from jumping.
However, there was no need to worry about animals attacking human camps. In nature, animals knew better than humans how to abide by the rules, and how valuable it was to not rashly enter the territory of other animals.
Here, on this prairie, the outermost barricade was made of wood that was as thick as a person's arm.
It might not be called that here, but the craftsmanship was the same. The sharpened wood was facing the outside, and many of the barricades were covered with a layer of black blood scab. There was a faint strange smell in the air.
The inner circle was also made of sturdy wooden walls. It was very tight. The entire camp was like a small fortress standing on the prairie.
Seeing that Lynch seemed to be very curious about everything here, Hassana's interest was piqued. He introduced with a proud tone, "Our location here is not very good. Every year, animals will pass by here during the great migration. Sometimes, these animals are also curious. Some of them also want to see what is behind the prairie."
"The blood on the wood outside the campsite was left behind by the wild beasts when they attacked the campsite …" As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something. "If you're not in a hurry, you'll be able to see something that you rarely see. I dare to bet that you've never seen it before!"
He tried his best to exaggerate. "What a shocking scene!"
Lynch nodded noncommittally. When the car stopped, he got out of the car.
In the camp, there were already some cars that were being repaired. These cars were taller and bigger, and so were their tires. Rather than calling them cars, they were more like modified agricultural machines. They were safe, reliable, and sturdy. The only drawback was that they were not fast enough.
When people sat in the car, their line of sight was about two meters high, which was obviously higher than the lush grass on the prairie. Their line of sight would not be affected.
At this time, a young man who looked somewhat similar to Hassana took the initiative to come over. He greeted Lynch, then glanced at him.
Hassana introduced Lynch to him. The young man, who was a little older than Lynch, immediately became respectful. He had heard of this name more than once after just one night of discussion.
In fact, he was here today because of Lynch. He respectfully addressed him as "Mr. Lynch" and then said what he wanted to say just now, "Uncle, our sentries have found their vanguard. It's about 80 kilometers away from us. Should we move out?"
Hassana thought for a moment and nodded. He turned to Lynch and introduced him to the conversation between him and his nephew.
"Mr. Lynch, do you think this place is filled with life?"
Hassana asked, and Lynch gave an affirmative answer. Hassana smiled and said, "This place is indeed full of vitality, but it is also full of unimaginable dangers."
"There is actually a lack of water here. I mean the kind of water that can directly provide water to animals."
"Animals can only eat these weeds to fill their stomachs and replenish some water, but there are too many animals. They can easily eat up all the weeds in an area, so they have to keep migrating for food and to replenish water."
"It is not until the rainy season comes that they will circle around the grassland and return to some places with fixed water sources. When the water sources dry up, they will start migrating again."
"These herbivores are migrating, and some other animals are migrating because of them. Some carnivores."
"These carnivores are our targets!"
After Hassana said this, he patted his nephew's arm, "Get the boys ready. I'm going to capture the most majestic leopard lion and give it to my friend, Mr. Lynch!"
They began to prepare some things needed for the hunt. The sergeant found Lynch and handed him a pistol. "Do you know how to use it?"
Lynch weighed the pistol in his hand. The cold metal texture gave him a great sense of security. He nodded, "Remove the safety, pull the trigger, and leave the rest to God!"
The sergeant was slightly startled, but then he laughed, "God doesn't care about these things. I hope we won't get too close. If it's really a species migration, we …" He looked back at the various large vehicles that were undergoing final maintenance, "can't stop the hooves of the animals at all!"
The Federation did not have such a spectacular scene as animal migration to watch. If they had so many animals, they would not have set up some protected areas to protect the animals that were about to go extinct.
Some rich people did not even have to spend money to go hunting in neighboring countries every year. It was said that some rich people's annual hunting expenses were equal to the annual profits of a small and micro enterprise, but they never got tired of it. They even had to spend a lot of money to send the prey back home.
Although the Federation did not have animal migration, the Federation had TV. They had seen some similar scenes on TV. The entire animal population was like an uncontrollable, raging torrent, tearing up everything in their path.
Lynch hesitated for a moment. He pulled the sergeant to the side and took two steps. "Later, you go and tell the young man to leave two small vehicles for you. If the situation goes wrong, we will leave immediately."
After a short break at noon, the group set off from the camp after lunch.
Lynch thought that everyone would drive the large vehicles, but it turned out that he thought too much. Only he, Hassana, and a few people with rifles could ride in the large vehicles. The others were still in the small vehicles, and some were even riding on horses!
The people on horseback moved quickly. They wanted to check the situation ahead. The small vehicles were full of people, and the behavior of these people made Lynch feel a little strange.
They were indifferent, not excited or nervous. They calmly checked the equipment on their bodies. Most of them were made of thick leather and metal plates to protect their bodies, as well as some ropes and nets.
As for the large vehicles, it was Lynch, Hassana, and the others.
The scenery of the grassland was extraordinary. The weeds more than a meter tall blocked too many dangerous things, leaving only a deceptive beauty.
Just as Lynch and Hassana were chatting about some interesting stories of the Federation, a knight some distance away from the convoy suddenly tilted his body. A yellowish-brown thing flashed in Lynch's eyes, and the knight and his horse disappeared into the grass.
About half a minute later, a horse without an owner stood up again and ran towards the convoy in a panic. The atmosphere in the convoy suddenly became tense.
Hassana's nephew frowned. He whispered a few words to the people around him. A local hunter in the second large vehicle raised his shotgun. With a gunshot, the horse that was galloping towards the convoy fell to the ground.
Around the fallen horse, some weeds that were half a man's height began to sway like boiling water, but they soon calmed down.
Hassana glanced at Lynch with a faint smile. "The migrating beasts are about to arrive, because these predators have arrived!"
He, and the others, did not seem to care about what happened to the missing knight. No one cared about the knight. Everyone was used to it.
More than 40 minutes earlier than the original plan, the knight who ran the furthest sent out a message. They had come into contact with the first group of migrating beasts.
The number of animals in this group was not high. They were just the scouts. The situation on the grassland seemed the same to humans and laymen every year, but there were still some differences.
Most of the beasts in this group were "young and strong" animals. They were the most sensitive to the changes in the grassland. Their mission was to lead the group to find a "route home" with sufficient food.
About ten minutes later, Lynch saw the animal. It was very strong, about two to three meters long and at least 1.78 meters tall. It had grey skin, brown hair, and a short neck. It looked like a cow, but it had no horns. Instead, it had a bowl-like bone structure that looked like it was upside down on a cow's head.
That was their head. It was very hard. When this thing, which weighed at least a few tons, ran and hit something with its head, it would be no easier than a car accident.
"The foreigners call them Yagutasian cows. They say that these things are not cows, but to us, they are cows!"
There was a hint of disdain in Hassana's voice when he talked about this matter. He seemed to be displeased with the foreigners coming to his country to name these animals that had nothing to do with those people, and even asking them to name them that way.
"These vanguards need to explore the distribution of water vapor and weeds. Their speed is very slow, which also gives the predators a chance to attack."
"If it's a group of hammerhead cows, the predators won't dare to attack them. They will always surround the front and back of the migrating herd and hunt."
"Among them, the youngest and strongest predators will choose to be at the front. Only the old and weak predators will take advantage of the situation at the back of the herd."
Hassana looked at Lynch and said sincerely, "You are my friend. I want to give the best to my friend, so we have to hunt the strongest leopard lion!"
As he waved his hand, some knights began to whip their horses and approached the hammerhead cows that were walking slowly. They did not capture these beasts. Instead, they kept brushing past them.
In the process of brushing past the Hammerhead Bulls, they would use their sharp knives to cut open wounds on the Hammerhead Bulls.
The hammerhead cows that were injured would start to run. At the same time, blood would spill out from their wounds, falling on the weeds and the ground.
More and more hammerhead cows started to run away because of their injuries. After running for a while, when they found that they were not injured, they would stop and the knights would chase after them again.
In less than twenty minutes, even Lynch could smell the faint smell of blood in the distance!
The terrible smell of blood!