Chapter 982: A Crowded Vehicle
A huge flock of white geese surged in from the roadside, even more numerous than before, completely blocking the road at the village entrance.
The few ill-intentioned idlers immediately turned pale. Their recent experience was still fresh in their minds.
Even people who hated studying knew a little about figures like Hitler, Churchill, and Roosevelt.
They'd nearly lost half their lives when surrounded by those "Big Shots" earlier. And now there was Stalin, who looked every bit as dangerous.
Back in the day, the Soviet Union could supposedly wipe out the Americans in thirty minutes, flatten Europe in a month, sweep across North and South America in six months, and rule the world in a year.
With this kind of force, a flood of white geese was no different from a steel torrent. Urah!
Things were urgent, and someone shouted out.
"Run!"
Seeing things take a turn for the worse, they knew it was time to bolt!
Nobody cared about anyone else. They scattered, clutching their heads as the flock chased them in every direction.
Some even got so confused that they ran straight back into the village. Talk about rotten luck.
They'd barely made it inside before they came screaming back out, clutching their backsides. A big white goose was clamped onto one cheek, biting, twisting, and flapping its wings in a combo attack.
A goose's beak had a serrated structure, scientifically known as a toothed beak, which showed that geese had dinosaurs in their ancestry. Once one latched on, there was no shaking it loose. Then it twisted a full 360 degrees—damn, that could kill you.
In the western Xinjiang region near Kazakhstan, domestic geese were one of the main forces keeping the peace. Dealing with a few clueless hooligans was child's play.