Primitive Survival of Mercenaries

Xie Yi lay on the animal skin and rubbed his sore waist—it was more tiring than a day of training after doing it a few times, so he must let Ke Tu be more restrained in the future.

Ke Tu still wanted to get tired of being by Xie Yi's side, but was kicked away, "Let's cook."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Sweet and sour pork ribs, fish-flavored shredded pork, boiled fish..." Xie Yi reported a lot of dish names, and after seeing Ke Tu's stunned expression, he said leisurely, "I want to eat all of these, can you cook them?" ?”

"...No." What are these things?

Xie Yi snorted coldly, "Go grind some soy milk, bring it back and cook it for drinking."

Xie Yi lay there bored, got up staggeringly, caught a glimpse of the gray fur tied with a straw rope in the corner, it no longer had the dying look when it was just picked up, a pair of amber eyes followed Xie Yi's. The movement turns, it looks quite clever.

Eagle training has to start with young eagles. If the eagle is raised like this, it will be useless.

Xie Yi stretched out his hand to grab the gray hair, it tilted its small head, and pecked at Xie Yi's hand, but Xie Yi quickly avoided it and grabbed its wings.

Gray Mao found that he couldn't resist at all, so he screamed with all his might.

After a while, Kemu and Dolu rushed in from outside the tent, "Gui Mao, Hui Mao, what's wrong?"

Xie Yi lifted the gray hair and threw it in the air, and the gray hair flapped its small wings and headed towards Kemu.

"Brother Xie Yi, what's wrong with the gray hair?" Ke Mu turned the gray hair over and checked it, and found that it was not injured, so he put it on the ground.

"Do you want Gray Hair to catch rabbits for you in the future?"

"I think!" Ke Mu replied loudly.

"Try and see if you can let Huimao stand on your arm." The general eagle is arrogant, but Huimao seems to be very close to Kemu.

Kemu picked up the gray hair and placed it on his left arm.

Gray Mao consciously adjusted his posture and stood firmly on it.

"Well, that's right, let's hold it." Xie Yi tried to reach out to touch the gray hair, and sure enough, it stretched its beak to peck him not to be outdone.

"But, brother Xie Yi, my arms are very tired like this." After a while, Ke Mu felt his arms start to feel sore. Looking at the gray-haired one, it was quite heavy.

"Let me do it." Doru stretched out his arm, trying to move the gray hair to it.

Gray hair turned his head and ignored it.

"See if you can get it to stand on your shoulders."

Kemu raised his arm up to shoulder level, and was about to grab the gray fur with his right hand, but it walked up to Kemu's shoulder and stood obediently.

Xie Yi felt more and more that this goshawk was full of spirituality, and it must be a good hunter after training.

Ke Mu happily walked around the tent with his gray hair on his back, and turned around triumphantly, just bumping into Ke Tu who was carrying the clay pot back to the tent.

"Brother, look, the gray hair is on my shoulder." Ke Mu staggered, and was supported by Ke Tu's arm. The gray hair on his shoulder flapped his wings, and he also stood firm.

"Yeah." Ke Tu glanced at it, and walked quickly to Xie Yi's side, "Didn't you say it was uncomfortable, why did you get up?"

"It's worse lying down. Has the snow stopped outside?"

"Stop, Ah Qing and the others are going hunting." Ketu put the clay pot on the fire and added a handful of firewood, "My injury is almost healed, I will go hunting with them today."

"Come and let me see."

Xie Yi unbuttoned Ketu's clothes, and saw that the wound had begun to scab. Yesterday's jjj only left a few shallow nail scratches on his back, and the wound did not affect him.

"Don't use a bow, bring a crossbow."

"Ah."

After dinner, Ketu and Ah Qing went hunting, and Xie Yi took Ketu and Duolu to a nearby low cliff.

"Throw the gray hair down."

Kemu looked down, wondering if this height was too high for the little Huimao, "Will Huimao fall to his death?"

Xie Yi didn't talk nonsense at all, he took the gray hair and threw it down, scaring Ke Mu to the edge of the cliff to look.

The gray hair had already been thrown once, now with experience, it immediately flapped its small wings in the wind, fell crookedly, and finally stuck its head in the snowdrift.

Kemu ran down a path along the edge of the cliff, rescued Huimao struggling in the snow, and put it on his shoulder.

"Throw it down."

As soon as Ke Mu climbed up, he was confronted with such a sentence, he hesitated for a while, and followed suit.

This time Huimao stood firmly in the snow. When he saw Dolu rushing in front of Kemu, he avoided it in disgust, and flew to Kemu at low altitude with his wings spread.

"Throw it again."

……

In the end, seeing Kemu raised his arm, Gray Mao consciously circled in the air, and then landed on the snow, watching Kemu climb down from the cliff with round amber eyes.

This time, Xie Yi stopped Kemu and asked Duolu to go down and stand not far from Huimao alone.

"From now on, you have to try to call Gray Mao with a unique sound, so that it can fly to you when it hears this sound in the future, like this," Xie Yi whistled.

Ke Mu learned how to put his thumb and index finger into his mouth, puffed up his cheeks and blew vigorously, but he couldn't make a loud voice like Xie Yi just now.

Xie Yi looked around, broke off a branch from a dead tree nearby to make a wooden whistle, and asked Kemu to try it.

"Well, let's make do with this first, and I'll make you a bamboo whistle when I go back."

Only then did Xie Yi let Dolu catch the gray hair, and then stand ten steps away from Kemu, and let Kemu blow his whistle.

Gray Mao tilted his head, spread his wings and flew to Kemu's outstretched arm.

"Feed it a piece of meat."

Ke Mu bit his whistle, took out a small piece of rabbit meat with his right hand, and fed it to Huimao.

"Let it fly down and blow the whistle."

Kemu raised his hand to see the gray hair spiraling down, and then blew his whistle.

Gray Mao stood in the snow, and no one came to pick it up. It tilted its head and thought for a while, then spread its wings and tried to fly to the cliff.

Ke Mu held his flying gray fur, so happy that he quickly took out a piece of meat and prepared to feed it.

Xie Yi reached out and took the meat, "Throw it down."

"what?"

"When will you be able to follow the whistle, and when will you hello?"

Kemu raised his hand to let the gray hair fly down.

If the gray hair can fly up as soon as it hears the whistle, Kemu will feed it a piece of meat. If the whistle blows for a long time, or if it flies up without blowing the whistle, Kemu will throw it down and start over again.

After all, Gray Mao was smart, and finally he was able to fly up and down following the sound of the whistle.

Xie Yi looked at the gray mass hovering in the wind, showing a satisfied expression.

Suddenly, a bamboo arrow flew out from the side of the cliff, carrying the cold wind and shooting at Huimao who was almost at the top of the cliff.

Xie Yi raised his eyebrows lightly, pulled out his saber and flung it out. The saber spun a few times in the air, and threw itself in the middle of the bamboo arrow unabated, cutting it into two pieces. go down.

Doru quickly ran down to pick up the saber.

Xie Yi took off the ox horn bow from his shoulder, put on a bamboo arrow, "Gosang, come out."

A series of hearty laughter rose from the snow, and Gosang came out from behind the tree wearing a white animal fur coat that melted into the snow, "Xie Yi, you always surprise me."

"Chief of the Red Earth tribe, what are you doing here if you don't bring your own people to hunt?" Xie Yi noticed as soon as Gosang arrived here, but this person was not malicious, and Xie Yi had a good impression of him, Going to see what he wants to do.

"I'm just here to tell you that we've already made the pottery you want. You can take a look." Gosang ignored Xie's full bow and arrow, and approached step by step.

"Is that so, I don't like deviousness."