gluttonous adventure king

Chapter 136 Ona
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Fang Hong cut open the beaver meat one by one with a knife: "In our country, beavers are protected animals, please don't think about them."

"666, I am a big foodie country, and animals that are flooded abroad can be eaten as protected animals."

"Beaver meat is not that delicious, mainly because of the fur. But over the years, mink have been artificially raised in Northeast China, and beavers are no longer worth poaching." Fang Hong set up the beaver and put it on the fire to roast .

"Did you see these beavers that bite halfway through a tree, it looks like it's been cut with an axe. Beavers are very smart, they don't bite directly until the tree falls, but they bite halfway and wait for the wind to blow the tree Drought down, in a stormy field like Patagonia, the beavers are given the perfect working environment, so the beavers here are so harmful."

In other places, the beaver needs to bite through the remaining one-fifth of the tree before the tree falls, but in the Patagonian wilderness, it only needs to bite a little more than half, and the wind will blow down the big tree .

While Fang Hong was still talking, the big tree in the camera fell to the ground with a bang.

The strong wind made it unable to bear its own weight any longer.

The tree fell, and the beaver saw it the first time.

"In the next few months, the beavers will build a dam here to divide these water sources, and when the lake freezes over in winter, they will still hunt underwater.

Beavers also nest in the lake, leaving a path that can lead underwater.

"If I come back a few months later, I will find that this place is bare, and the river channel is even more clogged. However, I can walk over it, and I can walk through the entire swamp safely."

"Can people leave these dams?"

Fang Hong smiled: "More than two months ago, Canada announced the discovery of the world's largest beaver dam. Do you know how long it is?"

"50 meters?"

"50 meters is definitely not the biggest, more than 100 meters?"

"How is it possible, a 100-meter dam, how strong is it to keep the water in."

Fang Hong laughed: "That dam is 800 meters long, twice as long as the Hoover Dam, the largest dam in the United States. The researchers found that six beaver families, after 35 years, were the first to carry out this project. The ancestor of the huge project has long since died, and the latest beaver family is already the No. 30 generation descendant of this ancestor.”

The runway of a stadium is only 400 meters in total. It is conceivable how long it will be after stretching. The length of two is the length of this dam.

"Of course, that's because the environment in Canada is more of a large river basin than here, and it's like a beaver paradise here, which is very suitable for beavers to live in."

"Brother Gun, these dams are so important to beavers, won't you be attacked if you go up there?"

"Beavers use silt to stick the dam layer by layer, because they are afraid of large predators attacking. When I pass by, they will hide in their nests instead of coming out to attack me. But it is now, if it was 200 million years ago, Humans who come across beavers can be dangerous."

"Dangerous from beavers? Didn't human beings exterminate all large animals? Afraid of beavers?"

Fang Hong smiled: "Beavers today are only one-tenth the size of 200 million years ago. They can escape the storm of human massacres in the world, relying on their shrinking size. But that is what a group of people can do." Just because a person encounters a beaver doesn't mean he's capable of killing them."

After roasting the beaver, Fang Hong cut off some meat and put it in a thermos cup, then ate it up: "Actually, before the Song Dynasty, the Chinese only had two meals a day, the main reason is that the meat intake is relatively rich, so there is no need for three meals." Rice, on the other hand, is also due to the fact that the crops are less. I just need to ensure today’s food, and this beaver is quite big, and it can give me three meals.”

"Brother Gun, aren't you going to cook today?"

"I don't have enough rice anymore. My journey tomorrow is to cross a narrow saltwater lake connected to the sea. It requires a lot of energy. If I go around it, I won't be able to make it in time, so I have to save rice today."

After breakfast, Fang Hong walked up to the beaver embankment, where the beaver waters are as vast as the ocean.

It was not until ten o'clock in the morning that we passed through this wetland made by beavers.

Mountains, barren mountains are in front of you, almost no vegetation.

The aircraft flew across the sky and circled Fang Hong in a circle. It was a serious wilderness, and the barrenness was a bit ugly.

For this kind of ground, Fang Hong's knees were under a lot of pressure. After noon, Fang Hong took a dead log, held it in his hand, and still maintained his speed.

"Fortunately, the climate here is cold. If you are walking in the tropical desert, just looking for water is enough."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Fang Hong looked back at the aircraft: "What BGM are you messing around with?"

However, as soon as Fang Hong turned his head, he found that it was not the BGM played by the aircraft at all, but three Indians riding horses in the distance.

People from the Indian Ona tribe, whose attire has not changed since ancient times, looked at Fang Hong without any intention of coming up to communicate.

More than 300 years ago, it was these strangely dressed adventurers who made them die.

The howling of the three Ona people was not a battle cry, which made Fang Hong not intend to be on guard against them.

300 years ago, was there an adventurer who set foot in this world and faced the Ona people across the wasteland?

"Indians?"

"The Ona people, one of the only remaining Indian groups in Tierra del Fuego, are the natives of the island."

With red robes, blue shawls, and tall horses, the Ona people still hold their heads high in the face of modern civilization.

Technology is only the low-level indicator of civilization, and morality is the pearl of civilization.

There is no doubt that they are the eternal masters of this land.

After walking for a day, Fang Hong came to a flat wasteland.

Under the golden glow of the setting sun, on the wetland ahead, a group of red birds stood with their long necks high, standing in the water.

At the same time as the setting sun descended, they raised one long leg, curled their necks, buried their heads in front of their wings, and even rested in a standing position.

Fang Hong was going to build a shelter with dead grass and branches, but when he saw this scene, he sat down cross-legged: "Chilean flamingos."

That's right, these big birds are flamingos.

The whole body is orange, and the flamingos, which seem to be incompatible with other birds in the world, are quiet and peaceful with the sunset.

"This is the last classic scene we will see on Tierra del Fuego." Fang Hong looked at his watch: "The whole trip to Argentina is basically over, and I will speed up to Ushuaia next. Hong Kong, start the second half of the adventure."

On the afternoon of the [-]th, Fang Hong walked on the road of Ushuaia Port in a mess, carrying a big bag.

"Brother Gun, I finally arrived at the port of Ushuaia, where are you going?"

"Now we are in Ushuaia, not the port of Ushuaia, of course we are going to the port."

This city is extremely special.

"This is the southernmost port on the earth. It exists as an outpost for Antarctic scientific research. Here, a large number of various scientific research and living materials are transported every day, and then scientific research ships from various countries arrive here. A large amount of materials will be transported to supplement the scientific research stations of various countries in Antarctica."

Because of their existence, the adjacent Antarctic Peninsula is the area with the most densely distributed scientific research stations on the Antarctic continent. The scientific research stations here can even visit each other at fixed times.

"Antarctica? Brother Gun, are you going to Antarctica?"

Fang Hong was noncommittal and walked towards the port.

With the sound of the whistle, the port is very busy. Not only Antarctic scientific research ships, but also ocean-going ships that bypass the Pacific Ocean from the Atlantic Ocean will also choose to resupply here.

"Woooo!"

A huge ship with a length of more than [-] meters, a red body, and a white cabin approached the port.

Without Fang Hong's introduction, countless water friends recognized it: "Snow Dragon!"

(End of this chapter)