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Chapter 377: Chapter 375: Sir

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It might take about half an hour to send out a chapter to count for the attendance, I’ll correct it in a bit.

It won’t cost more, I’ve noticed there are always misunderstandings.

Paid chapters can’t be deleted, once paid for, that’s it, just refresh after the changes and you can see it, just like correcting typos, no need for readers to subscribe again, it won’t cost you an extra cent.

The same principle applies to anti-theft measures, it doesn’t cost more, it doesn’t cost more, it doesn’t cost more.

Last time during the anti-theft, someone said my eating habits were unsightly, I’m utterly speechless.

Did I earn any extra money from you?

The deer were grazing on the slope, while the people were tying knots at the bottom of the uphill.

Bi Fang was right, after leaving the uphill slope, Bonuo moved to the bottom of the reindeer herd and pulled out a twenty-meter-long nylon rope from his pocket, winding it continuously through the woods.

The nylon rope was very thin yet exceptionally strong, and after winding it a few times, a rope trap with a radius of five meters was set.

“Nylon braided rope is the most widely used of all ropes, strong and wear-resistant, with great shock absorption capacity. Even tires have nylon ropes inside to resist tension; stopping a big deer is nothing difficult.”

Reindeer are naturally docile and skittish, and can be tamed by humans. As long as the rhythm and direction are well managed, it’s quite easy to drive them in a designated direction.”

Bi Fang tapped his knuckles on the table, quite appreciative of Bonuo’s choice, exactly as he had guessed.

Whether male or female, reindeer naturally grow antlers, tangled and large, which easily get caught in ropes. Due to their lack of agility, once ensnared, they are very hard to free themselves.

Not everyone has the skill to hunt with a short spear, and many can’t even get within twenty meters of an animal, let alone throw a spear.

Trapping with a rope is the most reliable and simplest way.

After finishing the winding, Bonuo hurried back non-stop and returned to the top, watching the reindeer while gasping for breath.

To avoid being discovered by the herd, he had to make a big detour, nearly out of breath after going back and forth twice.

Hiding behind a huge rock, Bonuo swallowed a mouthful of saliva and waited silently for the reindeer to move, looking for the right opportunity.

The long line of reindeer was oblivious to being targeted by the hunter, continuing to graze leisurely on the slope, occasionally lifting their heads to look around and, ensuring safety, lowering them again.

Amidst them, a large deer suddenly drew everyone’s attention.

[Wow, am I seeing things? What’s that on the deer’s head?]

[Where, where?]

[I see it too, the one in the middle with the really big antlers]

[Damn, what the hell, does that deer have two heads? So creepy!]

[Has nuclear wastewater already reached here?]

Bi Fang squinted and, following the audience’s directions, found which one they were talking about. After looking twice, he was momentarily speechless.

The reindeer looked normal, but hanging on its antlers was the head of another reindeer!

Their antlers were twisted together like entwined roots; it seemed the head had been hanging for so long that it was shriveled like dried jerky, with only the neck skin of the severed head flapping in the wind.

Utterly horrifying!

Even Bi Fang’s heart skipped a beat when he saw it for the first time.

Such a scene was not common.

“It was probably killed fighting over a mate, I guess.”

After some thought, Bi Fang understood the reason. The antlers were entangled so tightly that they must have been caused by a struggle.

Reindeer rarely fight, and most of their conflicts are over mates.

The breeding season for reindeer is from about September to November. Calculating the time, it must have been dead for several months. No wonder it was so shriveled—it looked like jerky. Had it been summer, who knows what state it would have decayed to.

However, to be killed in a fight over a mate and have its head break off, stuck on the antlers of another, that was truly rare.

After hearing the explanation, the audience relaxed, understanding the reason. They had really thought they had encountered some terrifying event.

Still, seeing this scene was quite unsettling.

There was a dead reindeer head hanging there, and it was of their own kind. Anyone seeing that would find it too much to bear.

[Ah, does this mean we’re actually lucky?]

[Can’t we take that reindeer head down? It’s going to give me nightmares.]

[How would you take it down? Too much of a hassle, right?]

[We could catch this one, two heads with one carcass!]

Such rich imagination!

Bi Fang thought to himself, but the audience’s comments reminded him of something—it was indeed two heads with one carcass. If he caught it, it would be a huge gain.

He turned to one of the crew members, “Keep a close eye on it.”

“Okay.”

With the reindeer situation handled, the audience’s attention returned to Bonuo, who, after a brief rest, had regained his breath and was ready to jump out at any moment.

The feeding herd of reindeer moved slowly, and by the time the long line reached the predetermined spot, Bonuo took a deep breath, firmly grasped the rock with both hands, pushed off with a foot, and leaped onto higher ground. His lungs expanded violently, and in a very short amount of time, he expelled all the air with a roar.

His voice rolled thunderously in the open slopes, surging toward the herd like a mighty river.

Over a hundred reindeer froze in unison, their most instinctive reaction making them lift their legs and flee. Nearly a hundred kilograms of weight pressed down on their hooves, causing the earth to tremble slightly as if being galloped across by a wild horse in full sprint.

Without hesitation, Bonuo leapt down from the rock after catching his breath, chasing after the herd and continuously throwing stones at them. Though he hit none, he subtly altered the direction of a few reindeer’s flight. A few reindeer pulled in towards the middle, leading more to change direction toward a certain part of the forest.

The reindeer, not being the fastest among cervids, didn’t run very quickly and hadn’t left Bonuo’s sight yet. From the drone’s perspective high in the sky, there was an odd sensation of herding!

As the reindeer panicked and rushed toward the woods, they totally missed the thin ropes hanging in mid-air. And then, the first reindeer was tripped up.

While it sprinted at full speed, a tremendous force suddenly hit its head, the immense inertia nearly breaking its neck.

Spying this from behind, Bonuo’s face lit up with joy, but the next second, the reindeer shook its head and, incredibly, broke free!

Damn it!

Bonuo cursed under his breath. The reindeer was too small, not tall enough; its antlers had few tines, so only the uppermost part got entangled and it easily broke free with a bit of struggle.

The surrounding reindeer weren’t dumb; they quickly caught on to what happened and scattered in all directions, threatening to all escape.

Bi Fang raised an eyebrow, having not expected that Bonuo would have such bad luck to actually get hit by a deer, and even more, that it would manage to escape.

It was regrettable, but there was nothing to be done. The height was too high, only a minimal portion of reindeer could reach it, making it almost useless. When the ropes were too low, many deer would simply crash into them head-on, not getting tangled in the antlers at all, equally useless.

Fortunately, Lady Luck hadn’t completely deserted Bonuo. Only the reindeer nearby had detected the danger; those at the back of the pack hadn’t noticed and were heading straight for the nylon ropes.

Like a wild horse caught by the reins, the reindeer felt only a sharp pain in its neck, followed by a sense of restraint coming from its head.

The entangled reindeer panicked. With the thought of the “Terrifying Upright Ape” chasing from behind, it immediately tried to shake its head to break free. Its large, branched antlers quickly tangled up the surrounding ropes, intensifying the restraint. Yet the stronger it felt, the more desperately it wanted to escape.

Just like an insect trapped in a spider’s web, no amount of struggle was of use—the more it thrashed, the tighter the web constricted, and the deeper it sank. Its violent struggles only drew the hungry web-spinner closer.

Success!

Bonuo’s face lit up with joy.

…

The surrounding reindeer, seeing their companion trapped, showed no intention of coming to the rescue. They scattered in every direction as if fleeing from a plague.

Bonuo wasn’t worried anymore. One adult reindeer was enough food for him; two would be difficult to handle, prone to spoil, and too heavy to carry.

Even stripped of bones and innards, the pure meat from one adult reindeer was nearly a hundred kilograms. Attempting to cross the wilderness with that load would be nothing short of a fool’s errand.

At this moment, the trapped reindeer appeared as a lamb awaiting slaughter. Bonuo no longer ran but ambled leisurely towards the reindeer. By the time he reached the trap, the herd had long scattered, leaving only this lonely one in the woods.

“What a fatty,”

Bonuo remarked as he looked at the deer with a shoulder height of one meter. His stomach involuntarily grumbled. He hadn’t eaten anything for the past two days, spending all his time traveling. Suddenly having such a mound of meat before him, he almost wanted to gobble it up raw.

Suppressing the desire welling up inside him, he cautiously approached the reindeer.

Perhaps sensing the terror of the “Upright Ape” before it, the reindeer struggled even more fiercely. But the nylon ropes were firmly tightened around it, making it nearly impossible for the animal to even twitch.

Realizing this, Bonuo felt mostly relieved but didn’t drop his guard completely. Instead, he circled to the rear of the reindeer.

“The death throes of a wild beast can be terrifying. Even a herbivorous animal can unleash unbelievable strength in the face of death, just like the last time. The reindeer that couldn’t escape even dared to charge at its predator—an uncommon sight.

Many experienced hunters dare not confront such ferocity head-on, nor do they favor relentless pursuit. The more you chase, the faster it flees, and in desperation, you not only risk injuring yourself but also risk getting lost.

Therefore, hunters usually let wounded prey flee and later follow blood trails and tracks to find the exhausted animal, delivering the coup de grâce.”

[I know this one: “A cornered beast will do anything to survive!” This term often appears in novels.]

[It isn’t easy, old Bonuo. This is your first meal, right?]

[Speaking of catching such a big reindeer, do we get points for that?]

Bi Fang nodded, “Of course, we award points for any outstanding performance.”

As the first contestant to single-handedly hunt down a prey weighing over a hundred kilograms, such performance certainly qualified as outstanding and was definitely worthy of bonus points.

To deal with the reindeer, controlling its pair of large antlers was the first order of business. Bonuo, holding the Stone Dagger, reached behind the reindeer and immediately grabbed onto the antlers.

The startled reindeer kicked out rapidly, but Bonuo dodged them all. Without hesitation, he thrust the Stone Dagger into the back of the reindeer’s head. Unfortunately, it appeared the Stone Dagger wasn’t sharp enough as he failed to succeed even after several attempts.

Many viewers, watching the wailing reindeer, felt a twinge of pity.

Left with no choice, Bonuo gave up on a quick kill and instead opted to slit the throat and let the blood flow. Watching the copious blood spurt from the artery in the reindeer’s neck, its eyes gradually glazed over, losing all color.

“Slitting the throat is not a good way to handle prey, because it wastes a lot of fresh blood, and the smell of blood could also attract a lot of unnecessary trouble. So, if we have a choice to minimize blood loss, we opt for that.”

Seeing Bonuo slit the reindeer’s throat, Bi Fang frowned and explained.

After the reindeer had completely died, Bonuo, not daring to waste too much time for the reasons Bi Fang mentioned, the heavy smell of blood could very likely attract unnecessary trouble.

He immediately started skinning and processing the carcass with quite skillful techniques, showing his experience.

After skinning and removing the innards, Bonuo cut away a lot of unnecessary meat and bones, lightening the whole reindeer carcass by more than half.

He took down the nylon rope from the tree and, after binding the big reindeer, immediately carried it on his back and ran back along the original path, eager to leave this place of potential danger.

He ran for several kilometers, and only when it had grown dark did Bonuo dare to stop. He arrived at a small river, where he quickly rinsed the reindeer to try to eliminate the scent, then rolled up his trousers, took off his shoes and hung them around his neck, and waded across the river.

“I remember I told you that crossing a river is a good way to shake off predators in the wild. Wild animals are not like trained police dogs, once they lose the scent, it becomes much harder for them to follow, and they won’t come to the opposite riverbank to look for your exit point. So if you’ve caught your prey and got all bloody, it’s best to find a river to cross for extra safety.”

[I’m overthinking it. If I were thrown into the wilderness, I could only eat earthworms. Let alone hunting deer, I might not even be able to catch a wild chicken.]

[Add one, the last time I went to the back mountain, I saw a wild chicken, man, it darted away so fast, I lost sight of it before I even got moving.]

[I’m only fit to eat dirt.]

[Eating dirt is worse than gnawing on bark, at least there’s some nutrition there.]

[Speaking of which, can you really eat bark? I really want to know.]

“Yes, you can, but only a few types of bark are edible, such as elm bark; the rest is mostly poisonous, and even edible bark is not recommended, as it contains a lot of fibers that the human body can’t digest. If you eat too much, you could actually bloat to death.”

Unless you’re really close to starving, eating bark is a last resort, something you should never try.

Once across the river, Bonuo set down the reindeer. Without making a fire, he eagerly dug out the deer’s eyes and swallowed them in one gulp with his eyes closed.

As he bit down, a torrent of foul-tasting juice burst forth, yet Bonuo didn’t find it disgusting at all and swallowed every last drop without waste, even digging out the other eye and gulping it down in just two or three bites, still unsatisfied.

Wow, this guy’s hardcore!

The audience, watching Bonuo unflinchingly eat the deer’s eyes raw, were all shocked. If they hadn’t been watching from the beginning to the end, they might have thought he was eating some kind of fruit, not the foul-smelling deer eyes.

“It’s normal. Bonuo is a special forces soldier, after all. In the training programs for special forces, there are usually courses on wilderness survival and consuming raw food. Raw meat is nothing; things like earthworms, bugs—almost every special forces soldier who has undergone training has eaten those.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Even if you catch animals like wild rabbits, wild boars, or birds to fend off hunger, you can’t cook them or make soup because you can’t have an open fire in the wild as it could reveal your position to enemies, so you have to eat it raw.”

After eating something to draw his stomach acid’s attention, Bonuo felt much better and even felt the illusion of regaining strength.

He hurriedly took out the charcoal from his previous fire-making endeavor and took out the flint to start a fire again.

Half an hour later, eying the deer leg oozing with grease, Bonuo’s gaze intensified.

By now, every contestant had eaten something, be it earthworms or deer meat.

Watching a few start building their shelters, Bi Fang in the helicopter wiped his newly made spear over and over. The weight was well-balanced, and the tip was sharp.

Switching the view to the drone tracking the reindeer herd, Pondy could see the eagerness in Bi Fang’s eyes.

Having watched for so long, even the judges were getting itchy fingers.