The stench and the peculiar way of eating truly terrified everyone.
"Hurry up and get this guy away from here, it's too damn disgusting!" Fang Er yelled at Ge Zhiwoteng, suppressing the churning in his stomach.
Ge Zhiwoteng looked at them with confusion. Wasn't this thing very delicious? Why were they reacting so strongly?
But he didn't dare disobey Fang Er, so he had the old man take the food away.
After a while, everyone finally recovered. Li Shimin, holding the mineral water given to him by Fang Er, didn't bother to check if it was cold and poured it into his mouth to rinse. His peripheral vision kept staring at the old man, afraid he would perform again.
The old man was very embarrassed and wronged. He said in broken Tang dialect, "Your Majesty~ that bird~ is very delicious~" "You are guests, hospitality!"
Upon hearing this, Li Shimin waved at Fang Er: "Kid, show them what real food is!"
Fang Er scanned the surroundings. There were many natives and soldiers of the Tianwei Division. He could take out two packs of military rations from his pocket, but any more would be a bit inappropriate. With so many people present, two packs of military rations wouldn't even be enough to fill their teeth.
So, he called Ge Zhiwoteng to his side and inquired about the surroundings. From this inquiry, he learned that this was not the natives' settlement. They appeared here because they needed to trek to the seaside to catch leopards.
This place was located on a plateau, which explained the presence of accumulated snow. In the distant plains, it was already lush and green, with birds flying and grass growing. From May to September each year was the summer here. The snow in the plains melted, greenery appeared, turning it into a paradise for wild animals.
Without powerful weapons, the natives could only retreat in the face of the over two-meter-tall moose, as well as black bears and Arctic wolves. They settled on the border between the plateau and the plains. Their daily food sources were solitary animals and fish from the lakes.
Hearing this, Fang Er had an idea. After a discussion with Li Shimin, everyone, accompanied by the native old man and Ge Zhiwoteng, returned to the helicopter.
Two helicopters took off and flew into the distance. Before long, a lake as calm as a mirror appeared ahead. Just a few miles apart, this place seemed to have become another world. The ice and snow had melted, moose, wild horses, and wild sheep grazed on the grass, and even wolf packs could be seen with fierce eyes hidden not far from them, ready to attack at any moment.
The roar of the helicopters flying at low altitude startled them. One by one, they cautiously raised their heads to look at the sky. The next moment, the wolf pack stopped hunting, and the herbivores stopped feeding. They made the same choice. They ran as fast as they could! See who runs faster!
"Holy cow, you're telling me that's a deer?" Li Xiaogong pointed at the moose below in surprise.
"If you say this thing is a horse, Ninth Master would believe it!" Li Ji almost plucked his beard, grinning, "Hiss~~ This old man seems to have a new perspective on calling a deer a horse!"
The moose's physique, comparable to a warhorse, coupled with the pair of huge antlers on its head, far exceeded their understanding of deer. Li Shimin's focus was different from theirs. He picked up his AK and aimed at the fleeing moose herd.
"They all say deer are highly nutritious. Such large deer must be incredibly nourishing!" Fang Er couldn't help but glance at his lower body. That iron underwear was still on. Are you sure you want to nourish it??
A series of "tut tut tut tut" gunshots startled the native old man. Fortunately, Ge Zhiwoteng quickly pulled him back, or he would have fallen and become food for the wolves. As the gunfire erupted, an unfortunate deer in the herd was hit. With a scream, it fell heavily to the ground.
Although from a later generation, with knowledge of animal protection, there were simply too many moose in front of them. Looking around, there were at least a thousand of them. On this primitive continent, they outnumbered the natives. If protection was to be considered, humans should be the ones protected, not them.
After emptying several magazines, Li Shimin felt it wasn't enough. He tossed the AK back into the gun compartment, grabbed the "Wild Chicken Neck," and fixed the bracket into the groove at the cabin door. As he pulled the trigger, a fiery line woven from bullets swept towards the moose. One after another, the moose fell into pools of blood, gradually losing their lives.
He quickly emptied a belt of ammunition. Li Shimin looked at the moose herd, whose numbers had not diminished at all, and patted Fang Er, who was piloting the helicopter.
"Kid, use rocket launchers to bombard them!"
Under Fang Er's control, the helicopter first ascended a certain distance and then entered a dive. As he pressed the firing button, the circuit was connected. A rocket, trailing a long flame, detached from the launch rack under the fuselage and rushed towards the moose herd.
Boom!
A ball of fire erupted in the moose herd. The warhead detonated, and the shrapnel inside shot out in all directions, creating a vacuum zone in the moose herd.
In the cabin, the native old man was stunned. This series of attack methods seemed like the wrath of the gods to him. The enormous deer herd, if his people encountered them, they could only flee with their tails between their legs. But in front of these people, they were like meat on a chopping board, to be slaughtered at will.
With both helicopters firing at full capacity, the numbers of the deer herd below rapidly decreased. Fang Er suggested stopping only when the numbers had reduced by nearly half. The native settlement was not far from here, and the native people had been ordered to come. The soldiers of the Tianwei Division who came with them were fine, but the natives were all shocked to see the ground covered with moose carcasses.
When the helicopters landed in front of them, they finally came to their senses. They all knelt down and expressed their admiration in their language. These moose were enough for their small tribe to eat for several months!
"Hahaha, An Zhi, right here, show them the culinary skills of the Great Tang!" Li Shimin said proudly, patting Fang Er's shoulder as he looked at the natives kneeling on the ground.
A moose weighing five to six hundred catties was skinned and gutted by Fang Er, washed clean with lake water, and then skewered with a Modao from the Tianwei Division soldiers and placed over a fire to roast. The natives had witnessed the sharpness of the Modao, a divine weapon that could decapitate a moose with one strike. But now, the divine weapon in their eyes was being used like a barbecue rack. A feeling arose in their hearts. The Great Tang was truly, incredibly magnificent!