Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 950 - 33: Hunt (Part 4)_2

Chapter 950: Chapter 33: Hunt (Part 4)_2

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“Alright then.” Winters slightly curled his lips: “I have an order right now.”

“What order?” Xial asked, perplexed.

“Keep digging!”

So, shovel by shovel, the three of them kept turning over the soil like carpeting the valley until the moon hung high.

Just as Winters uncontrollably began to doubt his memory, he heard Xial’s exclamation again: “Here!”

Since Xial mistook rocks for wooden stakes several times, both Winters and Pierre responded indifferently, “Is it another rock?”

“No!” Xial, anxious, pitched his voice: “Wood! It is a stake!”

“Let me see!”

Indeed, this time it wasn’t a mistake. It definitely was a stake.

Winters stepped on the wooden stake and, using the stake as the central point and his stride as the radius, drew a circle: “Dig more! There must be two more stakes within this circle.”

Spurred by the good news, Xial and Pierre moved swiftly, swiftly finding the other two stakes.

At this very moment, Winters could finally confirm that beneath his feet there was not only soil and stones but also two tons of gold.

Xial shouted excitedly: “I’m going back to call for people!”

Pierre couldn’t hide his joy either.

Since the gold had been found, Winters’s heartbeat slowed down instead.

“No!” Winters stopped Xial and commanded pensively, “Fill the soil back.”

Xial stared in astonishment, “Why? Didn’t we bring the crane exactly to dig out the gold man?”

Pierre was also puzzled: “Most of the fit men of the Red River Tribe have gone to the hunt. If we want to dig out the gold man without attracting attention, there couldn’t be a better time than now.”

“You guys,” Winters chuckled woefully, helplessly lecturing the two: “Only thinking about how to dig it out! Have you considered how to take it back?”

“Don’t we still have the furnace and bellows?” Xial replied confidently, “Dig it out! Melt it down! Load it and cart it away!”

“Once melted, it’s just gold,” Winters explained with a smile, “Before I finalize the terms with White Lion, the gold man is much more valuable than the gold.”

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[Wasteland, hunting ground]

The three-month-long hunting game was about to come to a grand conclusion, and even an observer like Winters couldn’t help but feel stirred and excited.

Tens of thousands of hunters scattered far and wide were now gathering in one spot, and the sparsely populated wilderness suddenly buzzed.

All the hunting squads were doing the same thing—driving the prey into the final hunting ground.

As the end approached, herding the beasts proved more difficult.

The hunting squads, originally scattered, were now within each other’s line of sight.

Whenever the nearby presence of other hunting squads was noted, the Koshach’s hunters would be exceptionally cautious.

They were too close!

The hunters needed the prey to move yet not to panic.

Some squads hunted herd animals, while others hunted wild beasts—any encounter could lead to disaster.

The panic among prey could spread; if squads were too close, it might trigger a chain reaction collapse.

Therefore, Koshach preferred to stand still rather than walk side by side with other squads.

Perhaps sensing an impending disaster, the antelopes bleated, wandered, reluctant to move forward.

The Koshach’s hunters had to resort to harsher tactics. All hands were on deck, ropes were pulled to surround the prey from three sides while screaming, clanging iron, and even whipping to force the antelopes to move.

Only when Winters witnessed the finale of Red River Tribe’s hunt did he truly understand the phrase Little Lion mentioned before—”The final hunting ground was set from the start.”

White Lion’s chosen grand finale venue was a highland named [Qingqiu].

Standing on Qingqiu Plateau, overlooking the vastness, all that could be seen was open plains. For miles around, only Qingqiu stood solitary.

Atop Qingqiu, White Lion’s resplendent royal tent, with blue tail flags fluttering in the wind.

Hunters tread on thin ice as they approached Qingqiu, only stopping when the golden top of Red River Tribe’s tent came into view.

They had completed the last stretch of the hunt!

The hunters planted stakes in their respective positions, connecting ropes between the stakes and hanging felt and Flying Feathers on top.

The stakes, ropes, and felt formed a wall to prevent beasts from escaping; the sound of the Flying Feathers in the wind scared the beasts away.

Hundreds of hunting squads connected their felt walls.

Eventually, a gigantic hunting ring, with Qingqiu as the center and a radius of a sighting distance, rose from the wilderness.

[Note: A sighting distance is about five kilometers, the farthest distance one can see]

From The Styx in the east to Xianhai in the west, from the south to Yinshan in the north, wild beasts were driven into the final hunting ground from all eight directions in the west.

The density of animals within the hunting ring reached unimaginable levels, the cries of herbivores incessant, the roars of carnivorous beasts one after another.

Just as Hurd Shaman sang: “Hunting the cunning beasts, I am the leader; let the beasts of the wilderness thigh to thigh; let the beasts of the cliffs belly to belly”.

“Look!” Winters pointed at Qingqiu, his eyes shining, “The stage is set, now let’s see if the show will be fiercely thunderous!”

Anna smiled sweetly, asking, “Then… who are the actors?”

“Definitely not me,” Winters laughed heartily, “I am here to be an audience.”