When moving quickly, you quickly identify some subtle traces, and then continue to track your prey without stopping. This is the Akuri tribe's unique skill, and of course, it is also Gao Yang's unique skill.

The latest trace was also left three days ago, and it became much more difficult to find the trace. Gao Yang had to slow down slightly, but Gao Yang could basically keep jogging.

Gao Yang judged that the attacker should be a poacher, and the poacher usually does not stay in one place for too long. If he wants to take revenge, he has to do his best to do his best. Gao Yang has never stopped since he started running, and he is also very lucky that the clues have not been lost. Although he sometimes needs to slow down, he will soon find some obvious traces again.

In the eyes of ordinary people, there are signs everywhere in Gao Yang's eyes, finding broken dead branches, trampled grass, and very light footprints. All the traces guide the attackers to leave.

As the last person from the Akuri tribe, or as the last warrior in the Akuri tribe who mastered the tracing of traces, Gao Yang must not allow the attackers to leave.

In order to seize the time, Gao Yang had to walk away before dark. At night, he would have to stop tracking. In order to still be able to catch up with the attackers, he had to speed up.

The clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, and the white clouds have slowly turned into large black clouds, and the thunder has begun to rumble in the distance. Although it has not started to rain immediately, a thunderstorm is not far apart.

There is nothing we can do if the weather is not good, Gao Yang can only ride the heavy rain before it comes.

In fact, the hope of tracking the poacher who left three days ago is slim. But if you don’t try it, Gao Yang will not be willing to say anything.

When the raindrops as big as beans began to fall with the rumbling thunder, Gao Yang could not stay in the open space, nor could he find a big tree to shelter from the rain at will. He found a few big trees as close as possible, and then picked one of the shortest ones to shelter from the rain. In this way, he could avoid the threats brought by lightning as much as possible.

After confirming that there were no snakes under the tree and no leopards on the tree, Gao Yang sat down against the tree and held the hunting rifle in his arms. He quietly waited for the moment when the rain stopped.

The heavy rain started from 5:30, and at around 10:00 in the evening, the heavy rain gradually stopped.

Although the heavy rain stopped, although Gao Yang had a strong light flashlight and headlight, the power consumption of the strong light flashlight was relatively large, and the battery could not last long, and Gao Yang did not have an extra battery. As for the headlight, although it provided lighting for a long time, the problem was that neither the strong light flashlight nor the headlight light could allow Gao Yang to clearly distinguish the traces. It is almost impossible to track the traces like during the day.

Regardless of whether Gao Yang was willing or not, he had to take a good rest for a night.

The biggest disadvantage after the rain stops is that mosquito activity begins to become rampant, but the clay applied on the body can prevent mosquitoes from biting. Moreover, after the sticky mud drys on the skin, it will not be easily washed away even if it is washed by rain. In fact, even if you want to wash the clay, you have to waste some effort.

The buzzing of mosquitoes began to linger in Gao Yang's ears, and the unique night symphony in the African field also began to play. Cai made a short and sharp roar, the rumbling of warthogs was like an African wooden drum, and a lion. The lion made a low and hoarse roar, but the most annoying and terrifying thing was the cherry of the hyena, just like a woman was crying, and she kept screaming endlessly.

Gao Yang was used to sleeping on the grassland at night and listening to the cries of the animals. However, for some reason, after thinking of the familiar faces of the Akuri tribe, Gao Yang heard the familiar and beautiful roars again and became impatient.

As if something was wrong, Gao Yang took out the revolver at his waist and fired a shot into the sky. After a loud "bang", all the screams stopped immediately. Except for the buzzing of mosquitoes, at least in a short period of time, there would be no more annoying roars.

As for whether the attackers would hear the gunshots, Gao Yang was eager to be heard. He hoped that someone would come over to him on his own initiative, but unfortunately, the possibility is very small.

Gao Yang opened the revolver's magazine, poured out the shot casing and the unfired bullets, then took out a quick loader from his waist bag, reloaded seven bullets at the fastest speed, and then began to troll the wheel on the pistol with his hands. When the wheel rotated the fastest, he shook it and reinstalled the wheel back to the firing position.

After loading the pistol back into the holster, loading the falling bullets one by one onto the quick loader, and then taking off an unfired bullet from the belt to replenish it on the quick loader, Gao Yang took out the pistol again, pouring out the bullets in the bullet compartment as fast as possible, and then loading the bullets in the bullet compartment into the bullet compartment.

Gao Yang had never used a revolver before, and of course he had never practiced quickly replacing the bullets of the revolver. So when he had time, Gao Yang began to practice how to use the quick loader to load the bullets. More importantly, he had to find something for himself to do so that he would not have time to think about it and then make his heart feel like a knife prick.

If he had a home, he could not go back, so Gao Yang would go back to his second home that was of great significance to his life, but now his second home has been destroyed, gone, and never left.

Gao Yang is already amazing to be able to keep yourself calm and avoid going crazy.

After practicing quickly loading for a long time, Gao Yang felt a little sleepy, then put away his pistol, ate two compressed biscuits he brought, drank all the last water, then filled the kettle in the pool formed by the rain, and threw a water purification tablet into the kettle, Gao Yang leaned against the tree and fell into a deep sleep.

At dawn, the most active time of the day. After being woken up by the shouts of various animals, Gao Yang moved his somewhat stiff body, ate a few pieces of dry food, drank a few sips of rain water that tasted very bad, and quietly waited for the moment of dawn.

When the sun was almost about to fully come out, the brightness was enough. Gao Yang found the place where he had marked the first night and began to track it down.

He still trotted all the way. After another heavy rain, his footprints almost disappeared completely. Gao Yang could only chase forward with unreliable traces. Although he would occasionally admit his mistakes and deviate slightly, he could always find them back quickly, and from time to time he would encounter a relatively obvious trace that would allow him to continue chasing.

Since the sun rose, Gao Yang kept running until the sun reached the highest place. Gao Yang was still running. He had been used to this kind of life, but now, driven by hatred, Gao Yang felt no fatigue at all.

Maintaining a steady speed, Gao Yang kept running. Except for when he encountered a puddle on the road, he would replenish his drinking water, Gao Yang never stopped.

When it was two o'clock noon, which was the hottest time of the day, Gao Yang finally stopped, not because he was tired or because the weather was too hot, but because he finally found what he wanted to see most, ruts.

The ruts came from the other direction, but they stopped and turned a corner, and the traces that Gao Yang had been tracking disappeared. The only possibility was that the person he had been chasing got into the car.

Judging from the width of the tire and the distance between the wheels, Gao Yang felt that the one who left the rut was a medium-sized truck. After identifying the direction of the wheels, Gao Yang began to move forward.

The rut marks are not very new, but they are still very obvious. Tracking along a rut mark is much simpler than tracking the traces left by a person's feet. All Gao Yang needs to do now is to run along the rut marks.

At the fastest speed that he could be mentioned during a long-distance running, Gao Yang had almost no rest except stopping halfway and wasting some time after taking a few bites of dry food.

From yesterday to this time, Gao Yang estimated that he had run sixty or seventy kilometers, which was equivalent to the length of a half marathon. Of course, his speed was much slower than that of a marathon athlete and took much longer, but he could continue to run.

Gao Yang has now passed the most difficult limit, and he feels that he has no sign of heatstroke, so Gao Yang plans to stick with it, but when he finds that the ruts turn again and there is a new clue in his eyes, Gao Yang finally stops again.

Looking along the ruts, Gao Yang could already see a continuous wall of thorns. Seeing the wall of thorns means that he finally found the poacher's activity area.

The so-called wall of thorns is to cut down thorns, thorns, or various thorny branches, and then spread them in a long line, leaving some holes between these thorns to place traps to capture wild animals.

The length of the thorn wall can reach a few kilometers, and is usually placed on the route of wildlife movement or migration. When those animals encounter thorny branches, they do not choose to jump over or turn back, but look for gaps along the thorn wall. When those animals find the gap and pass through, they will be trapped by the placed fine steel cables and then die in pain.

The method of poaching the thorn wall can cause devastating killings on animals in a large area, but the thorn wall is now rare in Africa because most countries have begun to protect animals, and the thorn wall requires the cooperation of many people to be able to complete it. It is unlikely to appear under the attacks of various countries, but it is different in South Sudan. There have been years of war here, and no one can care about these wild animals yet.
Chapter completed!