After a while, all the wildebeest were panting heavily, and the scene was like hundreds of people fighting over an egg in a market, and they had just stopped.
As I expected, the wildebeest began to leave the area one after another.
After a while, the last few brain-dead giant beasts finally left.
"Top, come on, let's go down!"
I called out and ran as fast as I could towards the young antelope.
Seeing that the wildebeest had all left, Top let out an excited scream and ran after me toward the wildebeest cub that had been shot dead.
Top knew he would be enjoying an extra meal again today.
I approached the cub without making any unnecessary movements, and immediately threw the basket on my back onto the ground.
To save time, I even ran over with the skinning knife in my hand.
At this moment, I feel like a well-trained special forces soldier, or a butcher who has slaughtered pigs for many years.
I'm racing against time. I don't know how long it will take for the predators in the area to reach the battlefield, so I can only process this meat as quickly as possible.
My long years of living in the wild have honed my skinning skills to an excellent degree. If I applied for a job at any slaughterhouse now, I could probably get a master skinner position.
The slightly curved skinning knife moved swiftly in my hand, the slicing sound of skin and flesh separating constantly coming from between the blades.
Top wasn't idle either; he would occasionally pull the peeled skin apart and tighten it under my direction so that I could peel off the rest of the skin more quickly.
It took about ten minutes to completely skin the wildebeest. Even though the skinning process was quite fast, I was still very anxious.
If these leathers weren't so useful to me in the future, I really wouldn't want to waste a single moment on them.
"Okay, Top, you hold that end for me, let's roll up the leather."
I had Topra hold the hides of the two hind legs of the wildebeest, while I picked up the hides of the two front legs and started rolling them into a cylinder like eggshells, then put them into the basket.
"Top, give me the machete!"
I had just put the hide in and hadn't even had a second to rest when Top came to my side, dragging a Nepalese machete with both hands. I grabbed the machete and swung it around, aiming for the takin's thigh joint.
The Nepel machete truly deserves its reputation as the king of cold weapons. In terms of slashing ability alone, this recurve knife of the same weight is undoubtedly the most lethal.
With one cut, the bone in my thigh joint was exposed, but the bone was really hard, and the shock made my hand go numb.
I don't have time to chop it up slowly now. So I adopted a more efficient method of decomposition, which is much faster than chopping it up randomly.
I've seen my father use this method when he slaughters pigs. He would first use a knife to cut all the muscles and tendons around the joints.
Then, grasp the ends of the limbs with both hands to create a power-saving end, and sit on the prey's body to make it easier to exert force.
While twisting the prey's joint in the opposite direction, use the tip of a machete to pierce into the joint socket. Sever the septum connecting the joint socket little by little, and the entire leg can be removed intact from the joint.
Having just finished dissecting one thigh, I immediately began rotating the other thigh to expose the joint.
Using the same reverse joint method, the other thigh was completely dislocated in less than three minutes.
As soon as my leg was dislocated, I picked up the basket filled with antelope hide from the ground like a madman rushing to the supermarket to buy cheap goods.
Immediately, I used both hands simultaneously, dragging one of my hind legs, which weighed several tens of kilograms, towards the tree I had been using.
As he ran, he shouted to Top, who was standing there in a daze.
"Top, come help me."
When Top heard me call it over, it immediately followed me to the big tree where we had previously hidden from the wildebeest.
I took off my basket and started climbing the tree. The whole process was like a fire drill that I had rehearsed countless times. I doubt even a fire would have made me this anxious.
Top was about to climb the tree with me when I yelled at him to stop.
"Top, just help me tie those two legs to the basket with rope, and remember to tie a slipknot."
Top and I have done this kind of thing a few times. As soon as I mentioned it, he understood what I had asked him to do.
Top has mastered the slipknot I taught it. I'm climbing the tree now, and Top has already tied its two hind legs with hemp rope. It's now tying the straps of the basket with hemp rope.
I pulled up the two hind legs one by one, and then pulled up my basket as well. The rope was wound around the tree several times and tied tightly to the branch, so the two legs and the basket were now suspended in the air for ten meters.
After tying the meat up, I immediately slid down from the tree, my speed almost matching that of Top.
After climbing down the tree, I continued running towards the body of the takin cub. I felt like an old lady going to a free shopping spree; if I ran even a little slower, it would be a desecration of the special offer.
Top followed me back to the cub's body, knowing that I would soon assign it a task.
I quickly removed the other two front legs in the same way. The legs are the most muscular part of the prey and are relatively easy to handle, so they should be dealt with first.
I tossed the two front legs aside as soon as they were removed. I plunged the knife directly into the cub's cavity and slashed downwards; blood gushed out instantly with a whoosh.
With the blood drained, the weight decreased considerably. I struggled to turn the body, which had lost most of its weight, over, exposing its back.
The vertebrae of all vertebrates are the most fragile parts of the body; this structure is designed to cushion the body's weight.
They are not as hard as leg bones; instead, they are a porous bone structure with low density.
My Nepalese kukri easily cleaved its spine in half, and I had another purpose in doing so.
Besides removing the precious organs like the heart and liver, I also want the spinal cord inside the spine. There's a septum inside the split vertebrae that wraps around the spinal cord; you can pull it out entirely by holding it with your hand.
The nutritional value of this spinal cord even exceeds that of the meat itself, so it shouldn't be given away to those wild beasts.
“Top, come here!” I yelled.
Top knew it was time to work, and it turned its basket towards me. I placed the extracted spinal cord, a heart, and a liver into Top's basket.
Top weighs around 30 to 40 pounds, so carrying this amount of stuff shouldn't be a problem.
I grabbed the two front legs in my hands and ran back towards the big tree, with Top following behind me to the tree.
Top and I worked together to get the remaining foreleg and some nutritious internal organs up the tree.
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