gluttonous adventure king

Chapter 70 Blue Tan
Recommended ticket!Recommended ticket!Just say the important thing twice.

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Who is stronger, the sharpest biological weapon in the world, or ordinary man-made tools?
There is not much suspense about this question.

"Duang!"

Fang Hong, who was half kneeling on the ground, hit the rattlesnake directly on the head with a pot.

Snakes like rattlesnakes have a fatal weakness, that is, they often cannot judge the opponent's distance clearly, so they often attack twice.

However, Fang Hong would not give it such an opportunity, blunt the pot on the snake's head, and then hit the ground.

Before the snake had a second chance to react, it raised the pot and gave another blow.

"Duang!"

This time, the snake's head was smashed into pieces: "Rattlesnakes are dead but not stiff. The nose that senses infrared rays can automatically drive the body to respond. That is to say, if its head is chopped off, it can also be killed within two hours. Bite you, or smash things."

"I thought a war of the century was about to break out, but it turned out to be anticlimactic."

"What else do you want? Watch Brother Gun fall to the ground after being poisoned?"

"This snake is so useless, it's longer than a human, and it will be gone in one pot."

Fang Hong looked at the snake on the ground: "It's a good idea to dry it up in one pot. Let's try Cantonese snake soup today."

"Hey, I didn't expect you to betray GeMin with thick eyebrows and big eyes!"

Fang Hong shrugged in the face of water friends' complaints: "Since ancient times, the spirit of Sichuan cuisine is to integrate all the good ones. In the land of China, there are eight major cuisines, even if we only talk about the four major cuisines, there are countless gourmet delicacies, not necessarily the same ingredients. Sichuan cuisine is the best dish. We have to admit that all major cuisines have their own strengths, and Sichuan cuisine is more moderate and covers the most comprehensive range. You said that Su Dongpo used Sichuan cuisine to cook a classic Anhui cuisine. What's the matter with the classic Dongpo pork being included in Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine?"

"I once said that human beings are social creatures, and so are dishes. In fact, every chef of Sichuan cuisine knows all kinds of classic dishes from other schools, and vice versa."

Fang Hong's snake soup can't actually be called snake soup, it should be called snake soup.

Because there are no traditional ingredients for snake soup that Fang Hong can choose.

After a pot of soup, the water friend complained, no, it should be the water friend vomited: "This is the worst dish I have ever seen in a food truck. It has no products, no seasoning, no ingredients, and no aesthetic feeling."

Fang Hong shrugged: "After many days of thinking, I think survival is more important than comfort."

"Since it's an adventure and not a trip to enjoy the wild, I still have to eat. Who knows if I can get a second meal at this place."

Wash the pot with fine sand, put away all the kitchen utensils, and Fang Hong embarks on the first step of the journey.

"Susususu."

"Brother Gun, the second meal is coming!"

Fang Hong rolled his eyes: "I finally know why the birds don't shit in this place, because the birds are eaten by the snakes."

"So the theme of this episode is, save the birds?"

Fang Hong: "What the hell... I'm not interested in snake soup anymore, and it's almost the same when I return to China with all the materials."

"There are no rattlesnakes in the country, right?"

"Rattlesnakes are only distributed in North America." Fang Hong shrugged: "Don't even think about it. Snakes are generally protected animals, unless they are domesticated. This kind of creature that cannot be domesticated will have a strong smell if it is domesticated. Variety."

Fang Hong ignored the little rattlesnake and walked over.

"Little Snake, run for your life, fortunately Brother Gun is already full."

Fang Hong shrugged: "I won't make snake soup until I'm full. Let's find some daily ingredients."

"BGM, no adventure without BGM!"

Faced with the request of the water friend, Fang Hong asked the aircraft to play BGM.

A song "It.Is.My.Life" opened with enthusiasm.

Fang Hong was speechless: "Can I play "Camel Bell"?"

The aircraft reminded: "Camels are only found in Asia and Africa. This scene is not suitable for camel bells, and this song is a classic desert BGM."

Fang Hong gestured his middle finger to the aircraft: "This guy has something wrong again."

"6666! Brother Gun, your drone needs a software upgrade."

Fang Hong shrugged: "I didn't do it, so it can't be upgraded. By the way, haven't you noticed that the shotgun has been replaced by a cannon?"

Fang Hong coquettishly took out the mirror again, facing the aircraft.

A flying machine with exquisite patterns appeared on the mirror.

Your aunt is no longer your aunt: "Don't think we can't see it, this is called changing the soup without changing the medicine, just changing the shell."

"The eyes are so good." Fang Hong happened to meet a crack in the cliff, and climbed down with his hands supporting the cliff: "The sun is up, the temperature should rise in a while, go down." In this terrain and climate , exposed to long-term sunlight, will consume a lot of water.

"We will not walk along the river today, the Red River will have an extreme drop at this point, and there is no way to go along the bank."

Passing through the cracks in the cliff, Fang Hong introduced: "If I remember correctly, this place should be called Rock Cracks. In the Grand Canyon, the cracks or small canyons discovered by explorers will be named after themselves. I choose The route is relatively remote, and a special terrain may be found, and it may not be named after me."

"Brother Gun, speaking of naming, what about the last scientific research report?"

"Which scientific research report? The one from the Royal Danish Academy? After collecting the data, it will take a long time to collate and verify each other before it can be published. I guess it will be years later."

The terrain of the Grand Canyon is complex, with various ground fissures everywhere, and there are many places where the situation below cannot be seen clearly. Fang Hong can only try to go down the absolutely hard place.

Pass through a ground fissure and reach the canyon channel on the ground. Looking up, it looks like a line of sky in Huashan Mountain, but there are no trees.

Until noon, Fang Hong walked through a relatively small cave entrance and saw a dark crack in the ground below.

"Arm Destroyer, Grand Canyon Landform."

Fang Hong took a deep breath: "There is no problem with physical strength, let's go!"

On the way, Fang Hong straightened his legs and used the pressure from both sides of his legs to make the soles and back of his feet get stuck on the rock walls on both sides: "In the Grand Canyon, especially where the vertical rock walls are up and down, you can get stuck by straightening your legs. Resting your body for a while will relieve the stress on your arms a lot.”

"That's why I carry my bag on my chest. It's not to prevent theft, but to use my back to go down the cliff."

"Humans have been separated from crawling on all fours for millions of years. The strength of hands and legs is not proportional at all, and the endurance is also far behind. A trained person can stand on two legs for more than fifteen hours It doesn’t damage the muscles, but if a person stands on his head for half an hour, his arms will become swollen and useless, and the technique of getting his legs stuck on the rock wall is a good way to save lives in special terrain.”

Just as Fang Hong was explaining this technique, a heart-piercing shout came from below: "HELP!"

Um?anyone?

"HELP!"

"HEL... sp... Cough! Cough!"

Shout for help until you cough?
Fang Hong bowed his head: "Who is there? What's wrong?"

"Damn, finally heard, help! I'm down there, I'm hanging!"

Hang up?The Texas Chainsaw Massacre?Chainsaw?Massacre madman?sexual assault?
Fang Hong descended, but the cliff suddenly opened, and the bottom was empty, and there was no way to go down.

Fang Hong looked down, was it a pool of water?There should be a cave below this, and the ground is cracked directly above the cave.

"How deep is the water below?"

"It's deep...don't...don't jump!"

Before the man finished shouting, Fang Hong jumped down.

"Plop, gurgling, gurgling..."

"Wow!" Fang Hong rushed out of the water and looked up.

Above the head, a buddy's legs were wrapped with safety downhill ropes, and the ropes were hanging on a crack in a large rock on the top of the cave. He was hanging upside down with blood all over his face.

The dude had a look of desperation on his face: "F**K! F**K! F**********K! Jump too fast! You have to get out of the trail now, detour for three hours, and then again Go back to the top of the cave so you can come and save me."

An oval cave in the shape of an upside-down bowl. The guy was dropped near a crack in the ground by a rope. The middle of the rope was wrapped around a raised rock crack, and the other two ends were all wrapped around the guy's legs.

Getting stuck from the crack, then securing the rappelling rope that was tangled around him, and then untying the rope around his leg would save him.

Fang Hong looked up, his head was dizzy: "Who hung you up? A robber?"

The blond guy with blood all over his face: "I... myself."

"Awesome." Fang Hong bowed: "Admiration, admiration, I can't practice this move."

"Don't talk nonsense, save people."

(End of this chapter)