The coldest end of December came quietly, and the floating snowflakes continued to fall from the night sky, burying some hay and lichens against the river deeply below. The North American bison herds that hid in the valley to shelter the wind, and a thick layer of white fell on their thick hair.

However, just as the cattle were quietly shaking their ears and occasionally scattering some late-night snacks with their hooves, a strange sound of footsteps suddenly aroused the vigilance of the bulls on the periphery. They suddenly raised their heads, pricked their ears, and glared with their shiny cow's eyes.

The next second, a light that scared all wild animals appeared.

fire!

Holding the torch high, the bearded man with a stalk and Jin Laoliu two drunkards, holding the torch around from the northeast, shaking while shouting. There were also the same torch swaying in the southeast and south, flashing endlessly. The shaking of more than a dozen torches and the shouting of the crowd made the buffalo more and more restless. The cows and calfs began to walk westwards, while the strong bull lowered his head slightly vigilantly, and the horns were panting outwards and digging the ground.

However, the cattle are bulls after all. Some larger things held the torch and joined the roundup. Looking at the closer torch, the cows in the west finally ran violently in the direction of the west. The bulls on the periphery no longer defended and followed them.

"Please beside you! Dongfang Meng, you can drive from the south, I can drive from the north!"

In the night, he roared sharply, and then Song Yongzhong suddenly whipped the horse's butt. The Black Pearl Sailor in the south agreed and followed the horse. Two 20 cavalrymen held torches, shouting like monsters, and attacked the butts of the cows from both sides and did not relax for a moment.

Hundreds of wild bisons were running, and the sound was like a mountain collapse and cracking the ground. The shocking sound was clearly heard even if it was more than ten miles away. On the way, cows kept turning their heads and escaping from the edge of the team. However, Song Yongzhong and the others ignored it and stared at the most of the buffaloes. After chasing, they ran out more than ten miles without realizing it. They also chased from the original large plain to a relatively narrow canyon. They looked at the shadowy mountains and forests, and a bunch of flames shook rapidly three times. Song Yongzhong and Dongfang suddenly pulled up the reins.

The war horses roared and rose, and a horse came to the ground, and twenty cavalrymen came to an abrupt end.

However, the endless herd of cattle could not be stopped by just storming. Hundreds of cows suddenly broke into the canyon, and then they heard crackling sounds. The ground suddenly sank, and the buffalo, caught off guard, fell in. Under the huge inertia, the buffalo behind them could not scatter and fell in. In the scattering sound, I didn't know how much it had fallen into.

However, most of the bisons turned around and escaped from both sides of the trap, and continued to flee to the other side of the valley.

Amid the panting voice, Geng Gengbo and Jin Laoliu and the villagers of Geshihai Town also rushed up from behind, and torches surrounded the pit, and Mao Xingjian's head stretched to the front.

This is the oldest way of hunting for humans. The Neanderthals in Europe used this method to hunt mammoths. Although it was ancient, it was effective. Under the pit, there were countless cows planted in. The cows had fear and anger. The eyes were bright and glaring at the crowd like vampires.

Looking at Song Yongzhong, Dongfang Meng and his neck were shouting excitedly. Although Mao Xingjian's face still looked cold and rigid, a excited expression could not be suppressed from his pupils.

It's done!

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That night, the people in Baoshihai Town did not stop. They lit more than 20 fires near the trap pit, and then put a few pulley sets with rods hanging on the pit. Then the people took the rope down to catch the cow. The cow had a rope on each of the four legs and more than 20 men shouted, and the cow was squeaking, and the cow was put on the creaking sound.

Then there was the most critical step to initial taming. The four people grabbed the four hooves of the cow and gaided the cow. Geng Geng hugged the cow's neck and let the bison head face the sky. Amid the despicable laughter, Song Yongzhong used a vise to hold a thick red iron rod and strode up. As the cow mooed sadly and angryly, he suddenly pierced the tip of the iron rod on the cartilage of the cow's nose and pierced a hole.

Immediately afterwards, the polished shiny U-shaped thick copper wire section was inserted into the nose by two assistants. The pliers were used to pinch the thick copper section into a circle, and a cow put the nose ring on it.

Next was the most nervous step. The stalks were removed first, and the four people holding the cow's hooves slowly loosened them, leaving a cow's nose rope tied to the stake. Dongfang Meng held a musket and looked nervously at the cow's head.

The first reaction of the wild bison standing up must be to flapping, but when most of the cows pulled the cow's nose rope, they immediately became so painful that they could only circumvent around the tying cow stake. In this way, the cow was initially tamed. Let it calm down for a while, and then they could take it to the edge of the post No. 22 above.

But if the struggle was too strong, even the bull's nose ring broke free, and he was thrusting his nose with his nose, there was nothing he could do. Four big men shouted and pulled their hooves and put the cow down again. Then a strong man took the iron hammer and hit the head. In the cow's hair, the butcher used a knife to slaughter the cow's neck to complete the slaughter.

Fortunately, the wisdom of the ancestors is really good. A small nose ring has become the fatal hole of these huge beasts of more than a few hundred kilograms or even half a tons. In one night, most of the cows caught were trapped by the small nose ring, but only six were killed.

When it was lighter, more than 60 North American bisons were caught that night, including 39 strong cows and 24 calfs aged one or two. The only pity was that they even fell to death and broke eight bisons. In addition, the slaughtered cattle were killed, and there were 16 dead cows.

Early in the morning, more than a dozen wooden racks were built, and the slaughtered North American bison hung directly on it and decomposed. Large pieces of fresh beef were cut and thrown into the snow. In less than a few minutes, the cold weather had frozen it into fresh frozen meat. The large iron pot from Post No. 22 was also taken out, with firewood underneath, and mountain spring water was poured on the top. The newly slaughtered beef was cut into pieces by Han Xiaomo and threw it in. Close the potatoes brought, cover the pot and stewed. After a while, the rich aroma floated out.

"Oh my god! My girl is so skillful! I, Lao Zhao, taste it first!"

He held a big shell picked up by the beach, and his stalk was impatient to make do with the beef soup. But as soon as he was about to serve, he was slapped hard on the forehead.

"Go! There is no high or low! Do you know if you want to give it to the prince first?"

The pottery bowl he brought was served happily. As the guys with his thorns were trembling, Han Xiaomo also looked happy and walked over with the soup bowl!

"Big nephew! It's time to eat!!!"

Unfortunately, Mao Xingjian was as cold as ever and ignored her. Until now, he still stared at the American bison who were still shaking his nose and fighting for the final struggle. His dignified prince, but he really didn't expect that one day he would be so happy for these cows.

But it is indeed worth being happy. With a cow as a carton and a lack of a cattle, there are two completely different concepts! After these guys have tamed it, his activity radius in his Rocky Mountain Governor's District has increased by a large circle, and with a cow pulling plow, it is also very beneficial for the upcoming spring plow.

Just as Mao Xingjian was looking at him, another noise suddenly came out. On the other end, Song Yongzhong and others were back.

For some reason, after being tired all night, Song Yongzhong still didn't even have a rest early in the morning. He took his subordinates to go out to patrol on horseback. He listened to the sailors surrounding him. At first, Mao Xingjian didn't care, but when he heard the miscellaneous voices, he was shocked.

"How do you carry someone back?"

"Look at it alone!!!"

Full of curiosity and excitement, he turned around and walked in that direction, and Han Xiaomo, who was just holding the broth, walked to him tremblingly: "Big nephew, eat..., eat..., hey, where to go!!!"

Seeing Mao Xingjian burrowing into the crowd, the girl in the grassland was so angry that she stomped her feet heavily.

"snort!"

.........

The cavalry did come back with someone, and they were almost the same as everyone else, with yellow skin. However, in terms of appearance, they were obviously neither Ming nor Japanese, Li Chao. This man had a tall cheekbones and a huge nose. He drew two pieces of paint under his eyes with unknown paint. Moreover, this man was really resistant to freezing. Each of them felt cold and he was wearing a big cotton jacket. This man was only wearing a tattered animal skin.

However, this guy was obviously a bad guy. The hideous wound on his back was blooming. At this time, he had frozen ice slags. If he hadn't had a little breath in his chest, he would have looked like a dead person.

"Mr. Song, who is this?"

"It should be a Sioux, but it's this barbarian who is not educated."

Staring at him, Song Yongzhong's expression was quite strange, a little distressed, and a little alert. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly pulled out the revolver and pressed it on the guy's head. This action obviously scared Mao Xingjian and suddenly stopped his hand. The prince asked in surprise.

"Mr. Song, what are you going to do?"

"Kill him! I originally brought it back and wanted to find out the situation, but this kid looked like he couldn't wake up! Staying there is a scourge, so why not send him to the underworld quickly!"

Full of surprise, Song Yongzhong once again wanted to push the revolver on this guy's head, but was slapped by Mao Xingjian again.

"Rareless! Lord Song! We are the Ming Dynasty and civilized people, not the barbarians on the grassland. How can we kill people if we say they kill?" Full of anger, Mao Xingjian scolded loudly. Before Song Yongzhong could speak, he shouted at the back: "Dongdongfang Meng! Take the man back!"

Several Black Pearl sailors were holding this big nose and turned to the other end. They stretched out their arms behind them and Song Yongzhong obviously wanted to shout, but after hesitating for a moment, he still let down his hand helplessly, and then turned around with a gloomy expression and ordered his subordinates.

"Strengthen the alert and return after breakfast!"
Chapter completed!