The flock of birds resembling wild geese visits the riverbank every three to five days to catch fish and shrimp. Near noon, they usually rest in the grass, leaving only one or two birds to keep watch.
Frequently traveling up and down the mountain, Chen Zhou has become quite familiar with the habits of the bird flock.
It's just that he usually doesn't carry ranged weapons, which has allowed these creatures to roam freely until now.
After long avoiding electronic products, Chen Zhou feels his eyesight has grown increasingly sharp.
His slight nearsightedness and eye strain have completely improved, and he even has the illusion of returning to his youthful peak.
He carefully watches the swaying dense grass and leaves, looking for the precise location where the birds rest.
Raising the crossbow, he quietly picks up a stone and tosses it to the edge of the grass.
Gah!
The sentry of the bird flock is very diligent, immediately sounding the alarm after the stone falls.
