Chapter 108
The Gun Gun team successfully got two chickens. Xia Entropy and the little monk's first reaction was to stand in front of Chu Huaiqin and look at the two teams in front of them vigilantly.
The Black Hawk team licked their lips, still taking into account the existence of the live broadcast room. The five people talked in a low voice and turned to leave. After leaving the sight of these people, the Black Hawk captain took out the map and repeatedly confirmed the place where the chicken appeared. Finally, he discovered the existence of the "food chain".
They looked at each other and rushed to the next location.
The Squid Team had no intention of leaving. They had always been ruthless and came here to accompany the prince in his studies. Now that the prince couldn't eat or sleep well, the other four began to get ready and made attacking gestures towards Chu Huaiqin and the others.
"Back off." Xia En clenched his fists, his eyes fierce.
The young monk took up arms with his trekking pole and said, "Brother, do you know the Shaolin Liuhe Staff?"
"I've heard of it. It's known as Shaolin's strongest stick technique." Chu Huaiqin was a little surprised, and his eyes looked at the little monk differently.
"My strongest skill is my staff technique," the young monk said confidently, much to the delight of Chu Huaiqin and the others. Before they could praise him, the young monk spoke again, "I've never actually fought in combat. I've only ever swung the staff at the air and scarecrows. Master always says, 'Just a little bit short, just a little bit short.'"
Chu Huaiqin and others: ...
"But Master said that when it comes to boxing and kicking, my stick skills are barely better." After the little monk finished speaking, he swung the trekking pole in his hand. The sound of breaking wind was sharp and piercing, and the faces of the four people opposite him changed.
The retreating prince of the Cuttlefish Nation stopped speaking English and chattered behind the four men, their words incomprehensible. Without even a word of greeting, the four 'enemy' men, with clenched fists and a roar, charged at the young monk and his companions.
Xia Entang had been learning Jeet Kune Do from Chu Huaiqin, and after a few fights, his progress was astonishing. Although this was the young monk's first time using a staff, he had previously practiced against scarecrows, specifically how to smash them in the shortest possible time. Therefore, when they fought, they were so ferocious that, aside from the crackling of the staff and the screams, everyone seemed to hear nothing else, stunned by the shock.
"Shaolin Liuhe Staff Technique has always been about quick attacks and winning with one move. The little monk has learned the essence of it." Chu Huaiqin sat on the backpack, blowing the fan, and watched the little monk chasing the two people with a hiking stick.
Xia Entang was in close combat, so he was bound to take a few blows. Su Huaichen heated up twice, yelled, and rushed forward. This move startled Chu Huaiqin and Lin Zhinan. Before they could intervene, Su Huaichen's trekking pole slammed down on the back of a member of the Cuttlefish Team. He showed no mercy, and the screams sent cold sweats down the backs of the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room.
Su Huaichen's tactics were simple: a surprise attack. Needless to say, with his involvement, they successfully disrupted the enemy, reducing Xia Entropy's pressure considerably and shifting the tide in their favor.
“…￥%&*^&^#…”
Incomprehensible words came out of the prince's mouth. He stood up angrily, picked up the hiking pole and was about to help. Lin Zhinan was anxious and was about to rush over to stop him, but was stopped by Chu Huaiqin.
Chu Huaiqin bent down, pulled out a piece of dry grass, and threw it towards the prince's way. The grass almost hit the prince's face as it flew past. The prince was so angry that he turned around and looked at Chu Huaiqin fiercely.
Chu Huaiqin smiled and said, "I suggest you stay as a spectator."
Against a backdrop of endless yellow sand, beneath the blazing sun, a man in camouflage uniform and large sunglasses appeared. The sunlight, streaming down his unveiled face, made it appear almost transparent. He smiled calmly, with the mystique characteristic of an Eastern man. His eyes, though clear and dark, held a terrifying intimidating power.
The prince's face changed, and he didn't dare to go forward because of Chu Huaiqin's gaze.
Live broadcast room:
"Okay, that's scary. The camera just hit Captain Chu of the Rolling Team right in the eyes. It scared me."
"Same as above. He clearly doesn't look unhappy, but why do I feel scared?"
"Hahaha, as expected, he's the man I like. He's so oppressive."
"I, I can do it, Chu, please accept me!"
Chinese audience: ...
"Please respect yourself."
Soon, the fight drew to a close. Since it wasn't a mortal feud, the other party began to hide, showing no interest in further combat. The three men stopped and ran towards Chu Huaiqin. However, their backs were exposed to the "enemy," who, now battered and bruised, prepared to strike back with a trekking pole, but was stopped by the production crew.
"Warn once, warn twice, warn three times..."
The drone emitted a woman's voice. The members of the Squid Team were unwilling to give up after hearing the warning. When they were about to rush towards Xia Entang and the others, the first yellow card of the global competition was issued.
The prince immediately roared and stopped the four people.
Xia En stopped, turned around and looked back at the four people, curled the corners of his mouth in a sarcastic sneer, and then walked back to Chu Huaiqin.
The members of the Cuttlefish Team left quickly, but Chu Huaiqin and the others were not in a hurry. Their eyes turned green when they saw the chickens.
"Brother, brother, roast chicken, roast chicken, chicken legs, chicken legs." The little monk took the two chickens from Chu Huaiqin and clucked happily.
"Don't worry, it won't be short," Chu Huaiqin checked the time. It was almost twelve o'clock, and the temperature had reached thirty-three degrees Celsius. The temperature would get even worse in the next two hours. Based on yesterday's temperature, it might reach thirty-five degrees Celsius. Chu Huaiqin thought for a moment and decided to take a break. "Set up camp."
When they heard this, they immediately jumped up with joy.
We set up camp at a vent and opened two tents. The desert sun is strong and the wind is strong, so setting up camp in this place can relieve the heat.
"Ah, brother, it's not a seasoning packet." The little monk was stunned while holding the two chickens. It turned out to be an epidemic prevention card. "Brother Huaichen, it's all your fault. You said it was an epidemic prevention card. It really is an epidemic prevention card."
"Okay, blame me," Su Huaichen responded without any sadness. The excitement of having chicken to eat completely overshadowed the lack of seasoning. However, the problem also came, "What should I do if there is no water?"
According to Su Huaichen's common sense, water is needed to kill chickens, but now they have no water!
"Cover it with sand!" The little monk gave Su Huaichen a blank look and handed the chicken to him. "Grab the feet and wings."
Su Huaichen was confused and followed the monk's instructions to grab the chicken. The monk picked up a knife, put some water in the pot, and cut the chicken's neck with the knife. Blood flowed into the pot.
Su Huaichen, who was holding the chicken, turned pale instantly, and his grip on the chicken couldn't help but loosen. The chicken's neck was suddenly cut, and it kicked up its wings and legs simultaneously, with such force that it struggled out of Su Huaichen's panicked grip and fell to the ground.
'Chuckles!'
The cries of the chickens stretching their necks and the bloody flying chickens made many people in the live broadcast room vomit. However, fans who liked and watched the wild survival program were quite calm and praised the monk's agility.
The chicken struggled for a short while before dying. The little monk retrieved it, the second one. Su Huaichen didn't dare go up anymore, so Lin Zhinan took over. Xia Entang ordered Su Huaichen to pull up dry grass, dry shrubs, and other dry branches.
Chu Huaiqin sat in the tent, enjoying the cool breeze, and he didn't move at all. He was not joking when he said that he wanted everyone to take him flying.
Su Huaichen, Xia En and Lin Zhinan came back with a large pile of firewood. Seeing the little monk busying around with great skill, someone finally couldn't help but speak.
"Little monk, I've wanted to ask you this before. You are a monk, right? You don't have a problem with eating meat, but why do you feel so familiar with killing and cooking meat?" Su Huaichen was puzzled.
The people in the live broadcast room nodded and said, "Yes, yes, we have wanted to ask this for a long time."
The young monk said, "Master doesn't eat meat."
Everyone: ...
"Since your master doesn't eat meat, why do you eat meat?" Chu Huaiqin asked. The little monk said that he was adopted by his master and grew up in the temple. Logically, he should have been influenced by his master.
"I didn't eat it when I was a kid. My master also said that meat tastes terrible. But then a sister came to burn incense and brought me a roasted chicken leg. That's when I realized..." The little monk emphasized the last few words and turned back to Chu Huaiqin angrily, "He lied to me. Meat is obviously delicious."
"What happened next?" Lin Zhinan also became interested.
"Later, I secretly took money and went down the mountain to buy a chicken, then killed and ate it myself in the back mountain." The little monk smiled, and it was unclear whether he was happy that he could eat meat or that he was smart.
The little monk's use of sand to cover the chicken does not mean to cook the whole chicken, but to use the hot sand to remove the chicken feathers.
The four of them were not familiar with this, and they watched the monk's smooth movements, marveling at his skill. He said he learned this method from an old man in the village, and that this way of cooking chicken would give it a more authentic flavor.
Even though the little monk said this, after plucking the feathers and removing the internal organs of the last two chickens, he still rubbed the chicken bodies with a little water before roasting them.
Even without salt, it does not affect the aroma of the roasted chicken.
The roasted chicken was golden and shiny, with crispy skin. The sizzling oil dripped into the fire, making everyone drool.
The chicken blood left over from before was added with some water and boiled. A pot of chicken blood soup came out, and several people's stomachs started to growl.
The lids of small pots used for survival in the wild are usually used as bowls. With three pots, it would be like having six pots. Even so, after discussing it, the few people still felt that it would be better for two people to have one bowl. The most fundamental reason was that there was no water for washing. They had to ensure that before finding water, they tried their best to leave clean pots for cooking.
Unsalted chicken blood soup with unsalted roasted chicken, the most original ingredients, using the most original cooking method, cooking out the most original taste...
"It looks like the production team won't provide salt. Besides water, we also need salt." Chu Huaiqin said while gnawing on a chicken wing. Even though the roasted chicken was fragrant and tender, it still wouldn't work without salt. "We can't go two months without salt."
"Can salt be found in the desert?" The little monk knew nothing about this.
"Yes, there are salt pans in the Sahara Desert," Lin Zhinan replied, "and dry riverbeds, small hills, and cliffs, brother, right?"
"Yes, that's great," Chu Huaiqin gave Lin Zhinan an appreciative look. "After all, this is a live variety show. For the sake of viewing quality, the production team won't let us walk in the soft sand all the time. We should experience everything that is common in the desert."
Director team: Come, we’ll shoot the scene for you, you do it.
“Hahaha, did Chu Huaiqin get the script?”
"Is this true or false?"
"Chu Huaiqin's analysis is quite correct. Survival in the wild requires more than just physical strength. Intelligence is the life-saving weapon!"
They shared a chicken, two wings, and two legs. The rest was chopped into pieces and added to the pot of chicken blood soup. After packing up, Chu Huaiqin took out his medicine bag and applied it to Xia En and Su Huaichen. The little monk was not injured.
Su Huaichen's injuries were relatively minor, with only two punches. Xia En was like his "enemy", with a bruised face and nose. Chu Huaiqin felt distressed when he saw this. He applied medicine and blew on his wound, making Xia En's whole body red. He didn't know what to do with his hands and feet, and his eyes flickered like a thief.
After applying the medicine, they prepared to take a nap before continuing. However, lying down was not an option. Even though the tent floor had been treated, it was still very hot! They simply took out blankets to cushion their sleep, with two small fans blowing directly at their buttocks, and finally fell asleep, leaning against two backpacks.
The livestream was filled with envy, watching the other dozen or so teams resting one after another, exhausted as dogs. The American nation was relatively safe, after all, they had the "Motherhood" team fanning them in the scorching sun. But they couldn't avoid the feeling of dizziness and nausea from hunger, some even retching.
However, because they were too hungry, some people began to study the map. After all, not all of the dozens of people were fools. After studying it, they found that there was even a place that looked a little familiar. It was the place where Chu Huaiqin and the others wanted to rest.
In an instant, Liman's face turned as black as charcoal.
"I will fight him sooner or later, I must." Liman shouted hatefully.
Live broadcast room:
"Pfft, his strength was suppressed, and his IQ was also crushed, hahahaha."
"Am I the only one who's worried? My older brother is so slow. If they're walking in the front, they'll definitely catch all the prey. What will happen to my new brother?"
"Don't worry in front, I believe in Chu, he is a man who cannot be defeated."
Chinese audience: Thank you so much for your trust.
Chu Huaiqin and the others got up after resting for a while. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon. To avoid the hottest period, they packed up their things and started to hurry.
The endless expanse of yellow sand, coupled with the scorching heat and the need to conserve water, was a significant test of their mental strength. The five of them walked and walked, crossing flat sand and climbing over dunes, without even seeing the shadow of the group ahead. They wondered if they were blocked by the dunes or had already escaped the desert.
"Brother, why is there someone lagging behind in front?" The little monk had good eyesight and saw a person from a distance.
Chu Huaiqin, who had been walking with his head down, raised his head, squinted his eyes, and really saw a person through his sunglasses. However, this person was not moving forward, but running towards them. Because the distance was too far, he really only saw a big figure coming towards them, disappearing and appearing all of a sudden.
Chu Huaiqin's heart skipped a beat. Something was wrong.
"Brother, binoculars." Lin Zhinan quickly took them out.
"Well done." Chu Huaiqin quickly took it, took off his sunglasses, and looked closely...
"It's a desert bear."
The author has something to say: I would like to recommend the pre-collected article, which will be published in October:
I Conquered the Empire with Brewing [Live]
Also known as "I'm Being Targeted by the Tyrant"
Chu Shaobai was born into a family of winemakers. His life was all about wine, until one day he accidentally traveled to the interstellar era. He had no idea how to make wine, so he had to start live streaming to make a living. At the beginning, the style of the live streaming room was like this:
"There's nothing in this livestreaming room except the host's face."
"Speaking of which, in this day and age, there are still people making wine by hand. Doesn't the host know that there's a term called machine brewing in this world?"
"A pot of wine takes a season to brew. Host, the weather is getting cold, put away the clothes!"
"Host, the snacks you make are definitely better than the wine. Why don't you switch to selling snacks?"
"Alas, poor thing, this live broadcast room is so cold. For the sake of the host's face, I will give you some popularity!"
Until someone discovered:
A glass of wine calmed Riot's spirit. It was said that he even brought the dead back to life.
A glass of wine can heal decades of pain. I heard that even the lame can stand up again.
A glass of wine makes the wrinkles less. I heard that the old lady turned into a girl.
Chu Shaobai shook his head: No, it’s really not that magical, it’s just a little bit magical.
A certain scholar said: "This pot, this pot, this pot, I want them all."
A certain richest man: "This car, this car, this car, I want them all."
A certain general: "Come on, waiter, take all this wine away from me."
The imperial tyrant came out wearing a pink apron and a small crown on his head: Who are you calling, waiter?
Everyone was terrified and asked anxiously: Is it too late to die now?
The tyrant who is arrogant, oppressive, and cruel, and the cute and adorable redeeming,
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