On the eastern wall of the Han Tribe, three heads—two large and one small—peeked over the top. They stared dumbfounded as the beasts leaped one after another into the Artificial River, which had yet to be filled with water.
Luo Chong was practically beside himself with joy. He had never expected the Artificial River dug to improve the Paddy Field to have such a marvelous use. This was truly a case of planting willows without intending to, only for them to grow into a shady grove—a huge pie falling from the heavens! Hahahaha!
While Luo Chong secretly reveled in his good fortune, the lead bull on the other side was practically going mad. More than thirty alpacas at the very front had already been wiped out, and over twenty Great Horned Deer had fallen in as well. Of the remaining thirty-odd, some accelerated forward while others, timid at heart, tried to turn back.
A young stag gazed at the deep ditch more than ten meters ahead and suddenly began to accelerate. When it reached the edge, it stretched out its head and leaped with all its might. But its enormous antlers, nearly three and a half meters wide and usually so imposing, had now become a fatal burden. Their weight threw its airborne body off balance, and with a splash, it fell into the four-meter-wide ditch.
A fawn whose antlers had yet to fully grow followed close behind. At the critical moment, it miraculously stepped onto the stag's back in the ditch, borrowing its momentum to leap out of the encirclement once more.
However, this did not happen often. In the end, fewer than twenty managed to cross the ditch successfully. The remaining adult stags, knowing they could not jump across, turned and ran along the long ditch toward the