Traveling along the lakeside area, it took about half an hour for Lin Yang to reach the anticipated hunting ground.
On this side of the lake, there was a vast shallow area where the bottom could be vaguely seen from above, teeming with aquatic vegetation and small aquatic organisms breeding here, facing the sun, sheltered from the wind, and with plenty of food, it attracted passing little swans to stop again for rest and recovery.
It was the season of autumn migration; this area saw new migrating groups arriving and leaving every day. Although not very large in scale, Lin Yang had observed and determined that it had been stable for more than ten days now.
He ca to a small mound that rose slightly with Little White in his arms; the drone took to the air and scanned around. Once he preliminarily confird that there were no abnormalities in the hunting ground, he removed Little White’s hood.
After the previous Pan Fei training, Little White had gradually adapted to taking off from the Hunter’s arm. After a brief few seconds of adjusting to the sunlight, it fluffed its feathers with a shake, then naturally took off against the breeze, climbing towards the previously trained altitude of about 180 ters.
The appearance of Little White soon affected the flock of swans on the lake.
They emitted warning calls akin to "clack, clack," and the leading individuals among the flock attempted to take off from the water surface, flapping their wings swiftly.
With the vision of a Spear Falcon, it had actually spotted these large prey the mont it took off, but it knew that low altitude wrangling posed no threat to the prey, and Lin Yang had not given the signal to attack, so the climb in altitude was not affected by what was happening on the water’s surface.
Seeing so many swans becoming panicked at the appearance of a single Falcon, the live-streaming audience started making a commotion.
"Whoa, so many big white swans."
"Are these the little swans? They look like they weigh at least ten pounds each, is hunting them legal?"
"Go for it Little White, let’s stew a big swan in the iron pot."
"Swans are so cute, why eat them? Seeing the comnt above, tears of no conviction stread down the corner of my mouth."
Lin Yang, controlling the drone, gave a close-up of the swan flock and said with a grin, "Little swans in this region are non-protected animals and can be legally hunted. Their weight generally ranges between 8-15 pounds, which classifies them as dium to large-sized flying birds.
Little White has now climbed to over 150 ters. It’s very smart, not hastily launching an attack but waiting for our assistance. Next, it’s our turn to show what we can do, brothers. Watch , first attempt at Pan Hunting, let’s go."
After saying this, Lin Yang took out so heavily rusted, battered can lids from his backpack and rushed towards the swan flock near the water, waving the pine stick in his hand.
As he charged, he banged the rusted can lids together, making a sharp, screeching sound.
The swans living in these desolate areas had never seen such a commotion; they were sufficiently frightened by the banging and screeching.
With a buzzing sound, a large group of swans on the water nearly took off simultaneously, flapping their wings to ascend into the sky.
Seeing the mont was right, Lin Yang blew a loud whistle.
At the sound of the whistle, Little White in the air quickly reacted, diving straight from nearly 200 ters high like a bomber, heading directly for the flock of swans.
With Lin Yang’s frightening tactics on the ground and Little White’s diving attacks from the air, the flock of swans quickly descended into chaos.
The drone’s view was chaotic too, for a long ti only managing to capture the fluttering of large white wings everywhere. It took two more seconds to successfully focus on Little White.
A few seconds into the dive and accelerating, suddenly there was a thud, and Little White singled out one poor swan whose flying speed lagged slightly, delivering a kick squarely to its back in mid-air.
A swath of pristine white feathers scattered in the air, and the attacked swan, with great effort, stabilized its nearly out-of-control flight and slanted towards an open area by the lakeside as it descended.
The decisive strike didn’t kill the swan with its considerable size but Little White showed no signs of giving up; tucking its wings in mid-air, it pursued the swan again.
In terms of chasing speed, Little White was much faster than the injured swan and soon caught up, continuing the attack from the air.
A Falcon weighing less than five pounds attacking a little swan at least twice its weight in the air–what did that scene look like?
It could only be described as too beautiful, almost unbearable to watch.
With almost every attack, a clump of white feathers would be knocked loose, and the swan kept adjusting its flight posture, quickly being pushed down from a height of dozens of ters.
Seeing the prey forced to land, Lin Yang, worried that Little White would be at a disadvantage, took off running towards that area.
As for the drone cara, it was much faster than any person could move and quickly picked the right angle, capturing rare footage early on.
One after the other, two white birds landed; Little White, now at a lower altitude, repeatedly used its advantage in flight speed to attack the little swans. However, the sheer difference in size was evident, and it seed unlikely to end the battle in a short ti.
After sprinting for more than a hundred ters, Lin Yang also arrived near the landing spot.
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