Two sounding arrows were raised, and Xu Chen knew that the hunting activity had begun, so he ordered Gu to blow the horn.
"Woo~wu~wu~~~~"
Three melodious and low horn sounds, two short and one long, immediately sounded in the open mountains and fields, rolling and spreading in all directions.
"The round-up begins, come out!"
In the riverbanks and hillsides far and near, a large number of hidden teams of hunters immediately took action. Almost at the same time, hundreds of people raised their horse-catching tools and pounced on the nearby horses that were already promising.
In an instant, the entire riverbank's weeds turned upside down, thorns swayed, and a large number of wild horses were frightened and began to run wildly amid the screams and cries of ghosts. The quiet riverbank instantly became noisy and chaotic.
"Dugga!"
"Quack, quack, trap quack!"
"Oh, help quickly!"
"Eh~"
"Tap tap tap tap..."
Amidst the chaos and noise, the screams of hunters and the neighing of wild horses were heard everywhere in the riverbanks and dense forests. As time passed, the running directions of the horses began to converge towards the set hunting area.
Although Xu Chen stood at a high place, he could hardly see anything. He could only judge the general situation of the roundup based on the swaying of the weeds and thorns, the direction of the hunter's wild horses and the shouts and neighs.
Judging from the general situation of hearing and seeing, the roundup is still within the scope of the plan.
Therefore, Xu Chen could not give any guidance or help and could only continue to observe the trends on the riverbank.
At this time, within five miles of the river beach, the herds of wild horses, large and small, had been frightened. They rushed here and there and slowly gathered into a huge group of hundreds of horses. Led by more than ten strong stallions, they headed up the hillside.
Go to the woods.
Although this was within the plan, facing such a large herd of wild horses galloping forward made all the hunting teams lurking in the mountains and forests so nervous that they became thirsty.
In fact, this is another form of animal tide. Although the scale of hundreds of horses may not seem large, there are more than ten strong stallions among them, which are as tall as a person and have thick hooves. If they are hit, their skin will be bruised.
If it is caught in a herd of horses and trampled over, it will immediately turn into a pile of flesh and blood, which is no different from being eaten by a wild beast.
"The horses are coming, please tighten the ropes and prepare the net..."
At the edge of the woods, there were hunter leaders who were ready and waiting loudly, shouting filial piety, with the light of wealth shining in their eyes.
If it were an ordinary beast tide, they would have run away long ago.
But not today. Every horse running over is a huge fortune. If gold is money, then at this time, on the nervous and slightly frightened face of each hunter, what is tumbling in his eyes is
The light of money.
Everyone knew that if they could not stop the herd of wild horses, this roundup of wild horses would fail, and there would be no better opportunity in the future.
So amidst the roars of all the team leaders, all the hunters lurking in the woods were so nervous that they snorted wildly and held the trip ropes and rope net poles tightly in their hands.
"Boom~"
The herd of wild horses finally rushed into the woods on the hillside, but what greeted them was not an escape into the sky, but an invisible danger. The thick hemp ropes more than a foot high exposed on the ground were like stumbling blocks. After the horses' legs hit them,
Under the huge inertia and impact, the wild horses fell down one after another.
"Netga~"
The moment the wild horse stumbled, a savage with his face covered in paint jumped out of the darkness holding a rope net and covered his face with the wild horse who was about to struggle to get up.
The herd of wild horses is so large that they cannot all be squeezed together. There are dozens or even hundreds of meters between the more than ten strong stallions. When the horses in the front are in chaos, the horses behind them immediately scatter and flee, so they seem to be gathered together.
The hundreds of horses that were together instantly turned into more than a dozen groups of horses of various sizes and dispersed to other parts of the forest.
Ahead is a slightly steeper hillside and the woods are relatively open.
The herds of wild horses are scattered in an area of several hundred meters and rush up the hillside. According to daily living habits, as long as they enter the real mountain forest, they can basically escape the danger.
Unfortunately, this hillside is where the real danger lies.
Because here, more than two hundred of the most powerful hunters have already laid out various stumbling ropes.
"Boom~Boom~Boom~"
The herd of wild horses rushed up the hillside with the fastest strength and speed and were instantly plotted. One after another, the leading stallions were tripped and fell to the ground by the suddenly tightened trip ropes, while some of the horses following them, big and small, were unable to brake quickly enough and were hit by them.
Some fell to the ground, or were huddled together in a crowd or stampede. Some were agile and vigilant and escaped, screaming and turning around to run somewhere else.
At this time, there were more hunters on the river beach chasing the wild horses with howling ghosts and wolves, holding dense ropes and poles in their hands. Even behind the horses, there was a group of elite hunters on horseback, holding ropes in their hands.
The horse pole or simply the noose is kicking the horse's belly wildly to chase the escaping wild horse in the woods.
The horses were in a panic at this time. With no way to retreat, they could only rush up the hillside. There were invisible tripping ropes everywhere on the hillside. If they were not careful, they would be knocked to the ground and their bodies would be covered with weeds.
The hunter of thorns held the rope net and jumped out with a ghostly smile, and soon he was able to wrap a horse like a rice dumpling.
The hillside was blocked, there were countless hunters behind them, and many hunters on horseback were chasing them. The wild horses had completely lost their direction like headless flies, and there were even irritable stallions facing the hunters rushing out in the woods.
The child is trampled and neighing.
Strange screams, roars, neighings, the sound of horse hooves, wild laughter...
All kinds of mixed sounds converged on the hillside within a radius of less than a mile, rolling out like thunder. Mud and rocks flew, thorns snapped, ropes collapsed, and gravel rolled. The whole scene was dizzying and chaotic.
In the chaos, there will still be fish that slip through the net. After all, this is the familiar home of wild horses. Finally, there are a few strong stallions leading more than a dozen mares and foals, and they can avoid some flat areas with their strong bodies.
The stumbling ropes were arranged to create a path, knocking over and knocking over several hunters holding ropes and nets along the way, and they were about to rush into the dense forest.
"Where to escape?"
There were hunters on horseback approaching from both sides. On the back of one of the horses was a dragon as strong as a black bear. At this time, he was abandoning his pole and lying on the horse's back to chase after him. The horse under his crotch was already tired.
Foaming from mouth and nose.
Seeing that the wild horse at the front was about to climb over the hill, the dragon, who was still a few meters away, jumped up from the horse's back and hit the wild horse with a loud bang. At the same time, he stretched out his arms and hugged the wild horse.
Wild horse's neck.
The wild horse, which was already running out of breath, could not withstand such a violent collision and pressure. He only felt his body tilted and hit a big tree heavily. Before he could get up, his neck suddenly hit him.
He was so tight that he knelt down before he could catch his breath.
The leading horse was suddenly attacked, and the horses behind them panicked again. Most of the mares and ponies turned back and ran down the mountain, while a few strong stallions scattered and fled.
"Dongdongdongdong..."
From the direction of the river beach at the foot of the mountain, a fierce sound of drum beating could be heard.
The hunters who were chasing the horses on the hillside suddenly burst out with unparalleled strength. They screamed one by one, holding ropes, rope nets, and horse poles, and even pounced on the chaos with their bare hands. They were still running, or they were already roped but still neighing.
The struggling wild horse.
According to the plan, as soon as most of the wild horses enter the encirclement, Xu Chen will beat the drum, and all the hunters participating in the roundup will begin to shrink the encirclement, and eventually the wild horses that are driven in will be caught in one fell swoop.
The hunters involved in the roundup are actually now well aware of it.
Almost all the wild horses on the river beach were driven into the pocket, and only a few slipped through the net.
As for the wild horses that entered the encirclement, although they were still running around in the woods on the hillside, they had actually lost their direction like headless flies, because no matter which direction they went, they would encounter traps set by humans.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
If you slip and fall, you will immediately be entangled in the rope net, and the chance of breaking free is slim.
Originally, a group of wild horses had rushed up the hill and were about to escape, but they were blocked by a terrifying barbarian who suddenly jumped out. The most majestic leader almost had his neck broken by this terrifying guy. After struggling for several minutes,
Completely admitting defeat, he lay on the ground and stopped moving.
The sound of drums shook the river beach.
The intensive sound of the drums seemed to have divine power, making all the hunters involved in the roundup feel as excited as chicken blood.
More and more people are coming from all directions including river beaches, woods and hills.
Each one of them smiled ferociously and shook the roping pole and rope net in their hands, like a malicious big bad wolf facing a little rabbit, drooling and eyes shining.
The encirclement became smaller and smaller, and the dense rope nets and poles slowly forced all the wild horses into an area only the size of a football field.
There were many wild horses that had been lassoed or netted, and their necks and hooves were tied with several ropes to the big trees. The hunters who had their hands free began to pounce on the remaining wild horses.
In fact, the horse tripping rope is worthy of being the number one weapon against horses. It is not only concealed but also very lethal. Once tripped, there is almost no room to avoid or struggle, because there are bound to be ambushes near each tripping horse rope.
The net and the hunters holding the horse roping poles are usually in groups of five. A combination suit is thrown down, and even the most ferocious wild horses have to kneel down.
In particular, a group of hunters on horseback were selected to chase. Although they were not yet proficient with bows and horses, they were able to compete with wild horses due to their horse speed. Once they were approached, they would inevitably be trapped.