The wild chickens on this unnamed hill had truly drawn the short straw in life.
As they tried to fly away, a stone silently and stealthily sailed through the air toward them, and as they attempted to run, a person would take a few large strides and quickly catch up.
All impossibilities became reality in Gao Yuan's hands, and in less than an hour, he was surrounded by a pile of wild chickens.
He had wiped out an entire hill's worth of wild chicken families, not too many, just about forty, and he also managed to snag five hares along the way.
There were four newly-dug exhaust stoves burning, with Panxin, Li Jingang, Yu Shunzhou, and Jia Weidong cooking for Gao Yuan, yet they couldn't keep up with the speed at which he was eating.
Their idea of cooking was just to get the wild chicken cooked. As for the method, Panxin and Li Jingang, being former chefs with special forces wilderness survival training, cooked the way they were trained to eat in the wild.
