Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 890 - 886: The Sparrow Stalks Behind

Due to continuous rain, the North had fostered new, fresh grasslands, spreading the fragrant scent of grass seeds across the continent with the breeze.

The unique flavor deeply attracted over eight hundred thousand wildebeests originally inhabiting the south, making them converge into the largest moving group in the animal world.

The migrating wildebeests rose early, usually at the break of dawn, arranging themselves in neat, long lines and moving slowly.

The line seemed to have no beginning or end.

They were highly disciplined, walking head to tail without any frolicking or noise, blending silently into the morning serenity of the savannah, moving slowly, only speeding up like a whipped beast when encountering hunting lions.

The pace quickened and slowed.

Crossing the morning, crossing midday, they reached dusk.

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Stepping across the plains, stepping over volcanoes, they reached the riverbanks.

Arranged in a single-file line, the wildebeest troop halted at the river and, under pressure from the newcomers, automatically shifted into a square formation, still maintaining strict discipline like an army preparing for battle.

The golden wildebeest leader tried his best to find a suitable crossing point but remained indecisive under the watchful eyes of the crocodiles.

Now, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.

This might have been the first time someone captured the wildebeest migration in such a vivid form.

Under the same sky, while they were eating, walking, and chatting, a massive group numbering in the tens of thousands was attempting to pass a formidable barrier!

The fish-scale shaped clouds in the sky gradually turned red.

Bi Fang arrived by the riverside in the afternoon, finishing his raft crossing around five o'clock.

As November approached, daylight in the northern hemisphere had significantly shortened.

At five, the sun, like a fried egg hung in the sky, began to glow with a red rim. The silhouette of the dark trees blurred under the somber halo.

Unbeknownst to when, leaden storm clouds drifted from the east, covering half the sky like a giant curtain.

Under the lightning and torrential rain, the grass thrived.

In the other half of the sky bathed in sunlight, the dry and withered savannah emitted a reddish-gold light.

The wildebeest leader, fearing the monster in the river, dared not move forward, while newcomers still surged like tides across the vast horizon.

Gradually, the disciplined square formation began to swell, its straight boundary lines bending more and closer to a circle.

Wildebeests at the frontline were pushed, squeezed, and urged.

It was precarious.

The wildebeest leader roared, trying to control the herd, but to no avail.

Facing the psychological fear of natural predators, it was too hard for the wildebeests to overcome.

They would muster their strength, then weaken, and finally exhaust, the front line of the group never advancing.

They were like a coin-pusher in an arcade, filled with coins, a push and collapse being only a matter of time.

But what awaited the wildebeests was not the release of coins, but the long, fanged snout of the crocodile.

The crocodiles with blood-red eyes awaited their grand prize, their half-year-long hunger causing their stomach acid to overflow the stones aiding their digestion, hissing as it poured.

As diners, they were not friendly.

The square had completely become a circle, beginning to swell outward.

The entire wildebeest herd began to bawl.

Coins clinked as they dropped one by one, their delightful ring echoing through the air, clear and loud.

At last, the huge tower of coins had collapsed.

Countless coins fell, colliding, rubbing, and tumbling in mid-air.

All the sounds interwove, forming the most grating meal bell.

An invisible hand madly pressing the meal bell, personally tying bright red dinner napkins around the necks of all the hungry diners.

No one knew whether the first wildebeest to jump was motivated by its own bravery or by the malice of its comrades.

It all just happened.

When the first wildebeest took its first step, a few daring members of the team immediately followed, and the main force took the opportunity to follow suit.

The circle that had expanded to its limits seemed to have found its vent and forcibly ejected all the wildebeests, sending them plummeting into the river.

To defeat these ancient creatures wearing armor and bearing sharp teeth, the wildebeests knew they had to rely on teamwork, and, with an overwhelming numerical advantage, they rushed forward in one concerted effort.

When the thousands of wildebeests charged into the river, the crocodiles surely couldn't withstand it and could only dodge.

The wildebeests seemed to understand this as well, so once they had a leader, they no longer hesitated and started running.

The sound of their steps was majestic, kicking up clouds of dust.

The air turned murky, blending with the yellow, undulating river water, completely blurring the boundaries between them.

Distant thunder mixed with the wildebeests' roars, making it impossible to distinguish between the two.

It was as if thunder had struck the vast surface of the river and exploded violently.

The pupils of the spectators dilated slowly, their blood seeming to boil with the wildebeests' roars, overwhelming them with awe.

In Africa, the annual great wildlife migration not only displays the vibrant force of life but also offers a direct view of the cosmic power behind life.

Such a sight also creates the matchless spectacle of the wildebeest migration.

"The wildebeest migration is hailed as one of the 'Seven Natural Wonders of the World', and behind its majestic momentum lies a poignant tragedy."

"This is the animals' struggle to survive in nature; it is nature's harsh selection of these herbivores, making each migration a marvel."

The environmental noise was so loud that even Bi Fang, sitting in a tree, could feel the ground tremble, forcing him to shout at the top of his lungs.

Next to him, Harley was so frightened he wanted to climb to a higher spot on the tree, but Bi Fang grabbed his hind legs with one hand, preventing him from going up.

Leopards are not as adept at climbing trees as their relatives, the cheetahs, who might fall down at any moment.

Moreover, it was now their time to make a move.

Bi Fang held Harley and slid down from the tree to the ground, pointing at the wildebeest herd and shouting to the drone above, "A fifty-meter dash through water is a huge drain for the wildebeests; when they finally cross the river and land on the shore, it's when their vigilance is at its lowest."

"Physical exhaustion, relaxed nerves, this is the best hunting time!"

"We didn't know where the wildebeests were going to cross the river initially, so for safety, we climbed the tree to avoid a head-on collision. Now that we've confirmed we can avoid their sharpest edge, we can attack from the side!"

Being the party with higher mobility, a frontal charge is the worst strategy, a side sneak attack is the best.

After losing many members at the start of the sprint, the wildebeests finally reached the shore with wet hooves, exhausted, and pushed by their companions from behind, they trotted at a neither fast nor slow pace.

Likewise, on the riverbank, a few tens of meters away, Bi Fang wasn't in a hurry. He walked Harley at a strolling pace, parallel in the same direction, watching more and more wildebeests make it ashore.

Finally, when the young and strong wildebeests were ashore, mingled with the young ones!

"Now, run!"

Bi Fang led the way with Harley, running side by side with the wildebeest herd, beginning to close in!