The situation was better than Bi Fang had imagined.
The hoof prints on the ground were clearly visible, yet beca disorderly on a slope about a kiloter away. Afterwards, they diverged, splitting into two paths to the left and right.
This inconspicuous little hill had split the cal team like a blade, serving to divide their paths.
Adult cals aren't afraid of wolf packs, but to protect the young cals they had no choice but to band together. Now, free of restraint and scared by the wolf pack, they scattered wildly in panic.
The fear that herbivores have for carnivores is etched into their genes, and that saying isn't wrong at all. Without a reason, they would never directly resist.
Now, whichever side he chose ant Bi Fang only needed to deal with a single, exhausted cal.
The chances of success greatly increased, and the danger significantly decreased.
Bi Fang examined the hoof prints for a while, then spread his hands to asure their size, finally choosing to follow the larger set of prints.
"Male cals are generally more robust than female cals, with more developed bones and consequently larger hoof prints. Although female cals have a gentler disposition, their endurance and strength aren't as great as the males', nor are their physiques as rough and sturdy. So if you're traveling, you'll rarely see cal drivers with female cals."
"Furthermore, cals have a long gestation period, between twelve to fourteen months. During this period, their endurance and strength are even weaker, making them less favored."
"So, given the choice, I would also favor the larger male cal. We need to follow these larger prints."
[I feel like male cals can be very fierce.]
[Damn, my assessnt is, not as good as Naren.]
[A suprely good cal, right?]
"There's no need to worry about that. Male cals are generally indistinguishable from females, except during the mating season when, under the influence of sex hormones, they exhibit fierce behavior."
"Tropical cals are mostly fertile all year round, but their peak period is concentrated in the first four months of the year."
"Our journey is from the end of May to August. Although it's the hottest ti in the Sahara, we've also avoided the male cals' mating season, and it's a phase when they're recovering their energy and at their strongest."
Bi Fang followed the cal's large footprints as he pursued and talked.
The temperature around him continued to rise, and by two o'clock in the afternoon, Bi Fang looked up at the yellowish sun, pursed his lips, and unsurprisingly furrowed his brow.
"Phew, the sun's radiation is strongest at noon, but the hottest ti of the day is actually between 2 and 3 PM."
"This is because the surface heat near the ground mainly cos from ground radiation, which in turn cos from solar radiation. The heat conversion during this period takes about two hours."
"Let's find a place to rest first."
The hot weather was inherently tiring, and with Bi Fang's energy nearly drained, he had no choice but to find a shady spot to take a break and catch his breath, all the while feeling frustrated.
"It can really run; I've been chasing for almost an hour now."
[Bravery runs out just like that.]
[Your mother, there are heat waves everywhere; it's just too clear. What's the temperature now?]
[I can't stand the heat the most, feels like I'm going to lt.]
[Scorching, way too hot.]
"Probably around 42 degrees Celsius; I feel like a dehydrated gecko baking in the sun."
As if to prove the truth of his words, Bi Fang, sitting on a stone, put his backpack down on the ground. The sand and dirt shifted slightly around him, revealing a shriveled little tail, which, when pulled out, turned out to indeed be a dehydrated little gecko.
With a pinch of his fingers, it actually crumbled into pieces, like a leaf completely dehydrated in the winter.
From the direction it seems that it was trying to hide under the rocks, but ultimately fell short and collapsed on the sandy ground, ending up roasted into a gecko jerky.
[666, is this what they call 'words co true'?]
[Brother Fang, I don't want to learn wilderness survival anymore, I want to learn this]
[Best performance of the ga]
"I'd love to teach you if you want to learn."
Bi Fang opened his water bottle and took a drink, waiting for Sahara Desert's most intense period of heat to pass.
After more than half an hour, the air cooled off slightly, and Bi Fang then put on his backpack and continued on his way.
This ti, it was much easier, and Bi Fang even wondered if he had traveled ten kiloters before he saw the panicked male cal in his vision.
Thinking back, they hadn't been too far apart to begin with. If he hadn't rested, he might have encountered it in another fifteen minutes.
"It looks like it knows the afternoon sun is tough to endure."
Bi Fang cautiously approached, then pulled a clump of grass from his backpack, complete with many scale-like flowers. He grabbed it with both hands, twisted it tight, broke it, and then sared the plant juice over his face to mask his scent.
"Cals have very keen sense of sll, so we have to use so thods to cover our own scent. Charcoal fire, plant sap, or mud can all work."
"However, plants are scarce in the Sahara Desert, and most are drought-resistant and short-lived. Outside the oases, trees and shrubberies are extrely rare."
"Fortunately, there are more plants around the southern edge of the desert, including shrubs and hardy grasses of the Gramineae family, and three pampas grass is the most common. It's what we've been seeing the most along the way."
"But one thing to keep in mind is that three pampas grass is a favored food in cal diets, and if the sll is too strong, it can attract their attention."
[Cal: I sll dinner.]
[I sll food.]
[Thanks for the dinner, bro (biting onto Old Fang's head)]
"The plants in my hand are willow shrubs, native small shrubs of the Sahara Desert. Their leaves and flowers are dry and scaly but squeeze a little, and they still hold so moisture, which we can sar on ourselves."
After wind direction assessnt and scent masking, having completed these basic hunting preparations, Bi Fang crouched low, gradually approaching the cal.
Whether it was because it had released a biochemical weapon and was now hollow inside, this huge male cal braved the sun, munching on three pampas grass.
If they hadn't witnessed the wolf hunt at noon with their own eyes, no one would guess it had just experienced a tragic loss.
"Every mont in nature involves killing; perhaps it has been through much more than we can imagine."
"Excessive emotion is energy-consuming. In the face of survival, everything is trivial, including emotions."
Bi Fang explained softly. After getting within a hundred ters, he went from crouching to crawling, quietly inching closer, flat against the scorching land.
"I feel like I'm lying on a sizzling griddle, oozing oil, it's so hot, the ground temperature must be over fifty degrees."
Bi Fang grimaced, but that was his last complaint.
The cal was now close at hand, and after this comnt, he spoke no more.
The entire live broadcast room fell silent, not even a sound of the wind, just the strange, muffled noise of the sun baking the earth.
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