Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Chapter 305: Chapter 302: Anti-Theft Bear Chapter

Lisa’s hand, holding the spear, trembled slightly, proving that her emotions were anything but calm at the moment.

The sounds grew closer and more piercing by the second.

Until a dark figure suddenly burst out from the cave!

Now!

Her arm muscles contracted in waves, the strength traveled along the spear shaft, and finally transformed into a lightning-fast thrust, aiming at the panicked groundhog!

A sharp squeal sounded.

The leathery feel bounced back up, Lisa’s face lit up with delight, what a big fat rat!

But it wasn’t over yet, there wasn’t just one in the hole!

Several smaller shadows darted out from the underside of the coat, scattering in all directions, Ava, quick-eyed and deft-handed, quickly gathered the coat and caught three in a single sweep.

“There’s more!”

More shadows darted out, Ava shouted with excitement, reaching out to grab them with her bare hands.

Lisa pulled out the remaining spears, one for each groundhog, and managed to catch three more, apart from a few that escaped.

By the time they turned around to go after the others, they were already long gone, roughly a dozen had fled.

“They are really fast.”

Ava felt a bit of regret, but almost immediately, the excitement overwhelmed the disappointment. She counted their prey, eight groundhogs in total!

One groundhog was the size of a forearm, incredibly fat, enough to feed two people for four or five days!

The audience also felt happy for their catch; the two of them must be the first among all participants to capture so many prey.

Having caught so much prey, Lisa and Ava couldn’t wait to sit down on the ground, they moved the still-smoldering fire over, added a lot of firewood, and decided to roast one on the spot!

After a simple skinning, the plump groundhog was skewered on a stick from head to tailbone and placed over the fire, sizzling away, and soon began to emit golden-yellow fat.

Seeing this scene, many female viewers couldn’t accept it, deep down, they still thought the groundhog wasn’t much different from the common rat – slightly cuter, but still a rat.

[Can you really eat groundhogs?]

[Yeah, it looks kind of gross, and they are so cute, how can you bring yourself to eat them?]

[Tears flowing as I wolf down three bowls of rice]

“Of course you can, not only can you eat them, they are incredibly delicious,” Bi Fang’s memory went back a long time, “On the Tibetan Plateau, groundhogs are considered a delicacy, especially in autumn, when marmots are at their fattest. They’re like little fat bears, deer and sheep meat can’t compare at all, the roasted meat is very tender, dripping with fat, and the oil just bursts in your mouth.”

Wild groundhogs were one of the most delicious things Bi Fang had ever eaten; other meats, even rabbit, were tough, and only seemed tasty because of extreme hunger.

Many viewers were enticed by Bi Fang’s description and couldn’t help swallowing their saliva.

However, some viewers quickly realized something wasn’t right.

No, Master Fang’s taste isn’t normal; if he finds it delicious, it probably isn’t something most people can stomach.

What was that saying again, crunchy, tastes like chicken?

“I’m serious, why don’t you believe me?”

Bi Fang felt a bit exasperated, and also, since when had he mentioned anything about chicken flavor? How did a joke from his previous world follow him here?

Was it brought up by another host?

After catching the groundhogs, Bi Fang glanced at the other contestants: Ji Zuodong followed the river, looking for a bend to try his luck at fishing, and indeed, he had a quite fruitful catch.

Two Arctic aniseed fish, large and fast-growing with firm flesh and a delicious taste.

Mugalen, with the help of his bow and arrows, successfully hunted a jackrabbit and immediately roasted it, combining it with the leftover sauce from the canned food for a delightful meal.

It seemed like he was following a live-off-the-land strategy, not sparing any food at all, quite bold.

The remaining few didn’t have much luck, their catch was smaller. Among them, two who stayed in one place found a stream, made a small fish trap, baited it with some worms, and indeed caught several small fish.

By the afternoon, Marcus’s cold had gotten much worse, his face was extremely pale, and his temperature had risen to 39 degrees; now, pretending to be strong was useless, and he had no choice but to press the SOS button.

Only then did the audience realize that only half of the second day had passed and already three people had been eliminated. Out of the original sixteen contestants, only twelve remained.

“The initial stage of survival is always the most difficult, it’s a severe test of one’s willpower, skills, and adaptability. Those who can get through the first five days will have an easier time afterward. I predict there will be another peak of eliminations tomorrow and the day after; by the fifth day, I reckon there will be only seven or eight left.”

Seven or eight?

Many viewers fell silent; the number didn’t sound small, half of the contestants remained, but they hadn’t forgotten that these sixteen contestants were no ordinary people—the majority were military veterans, and even the few who weren’t had relevant professional experience.

So only seven to eight people can last for five days?

What if they’re all ordinary people?

Wouldn’t that mean complete annihilation?

By the end of the competition, wouldn’t there be a shortage of even three top contenders?

Plus, I heard from another safety advisor that Black Bear and Brown Bear might awaken early, adding an eerie touch to the silent forest.

Just watching the live broadcast is thrilling enough. This is the greatest charm of wilderness live streaming, something the shows of my previous life lacked, far surpassing pre-recorded programs in tension and excitement.

Bi Fang, however, wasn’t concerned at all. You could still pick out three people. With that thought, he pulled up the small map again and looked towards Bonuo, who had made the farthest advance.

This guy wasn’t just traversing the wilderness, he was heading towards the direction of the wood cabin.

Bonuo was one of the escapers, but his escape method differed from the other two—he disappeared into the crowd without a direct confrontation, causing many audience members to underestimate him, but this wasn’t a sign of incompetence.

At least he had the determination to head straight for the cabin without any hesitation, which meant a hundred kilometers of road had been walked in vain.

“He’ll probably get there by tomorrow.”

Today’s signal tip had disappeared, and Bonuo didn’t dare to move forward rashly. After reducing the distance to less than twenty kilometers, he slowed down, planning to deploy smoke again at noon tomorrow to arrive.

[The first one to find the cabin?]

[What’s actually inside? I’m so curious, I really want to know (throws a tantrum)]

[Is there food inside? It’s not going to be a submachine gun, is it?]

“Submachine gun?” Bi Fang was embarrassed, “You guys really have wild imaginations. If it were a submachine gun, we might as well just announce the winner directly.”

[Okay, no submachine gun, that’s one answer eliminated]

[Is this the kind of submachine gun, picture.jpg]

[I think it’s this, picture.jpg]

[When I have the money, I will definitely buy a phone that can view pictures]

“Mr. Bi, please take a look at this.”

Suddenly, a staff member next to him called Bi Fang over and transferred the footage he had captured to him.

It was a drone flying high, overlooking forests as far as the eye could see, an endless patch of grey-green, with snow-covered mountains and blue rivers further in the distance. Yet none of these were the point of interest.

At a glen in the hillside, a large herd of deer grazed on shrubs, easily a hundred head, relaxed and carefree.

Reindeer sighted again!

Not just Bi Fang, but even audience members who had seen them before recognized them—wasn’t this a huge herd of reindeer?

Last time Master Fang hunted reindeer with a short spear, then hid under a river of ice to avoid being trampled. The scene was still vivid in memory, and now they’d encountered another herd?

“Who is nearby?”

“Bonuo, less than three kilometers away.”

The camera immediately switched to Bonuo. At this moment, he seemed unaware of the large herd of reindeer nearby, single-mindedly focused on finding the cabin.

But now it was four o’clock in the afternoon, and it would soon be dark. It had been several hours since the last release of smoke, and he was somewhat uncertain of the specific direction.

“Where is it?”

Bonuo muttered. As a supply location carefully set up by the production team, the contents inside were definitely not going to be poor, perhaps even food, so he had been pressing on, hungry for two days.

“Let’s get to high ground and have a look.”

To confirm the direction and the target, high ground was the best choice. With just a little effort, one could clarify the situation for tens, even dozens of kilometers away.

Bonuo looked around and chose a rock wall.

The development that followed was exactly as everyone had guessed. He didn’t find the cabin, but he did find the large herd of reindeer.

Bonuo’s eyes bulged, completely surprised by his own luck; the cabin hadn’t been found, but he stumbled upon a large herd of reindeer instead.

How long can one reindeer last?

If he could catch one, not considering spoilage and weight, there would be more than enough food for twelve days!

Without hesitation, Bonuo climbed down from the rock wall and swiftly ran towards the direction of the deer herd.

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