It was as though milk-chocolate ice cream had melted and was flowing down the hillside—white, black, and mixed-colored—about to swallow the resort below.
No one had ever seen so many cattle and sheep moving together. Everyone present was dumbfounded.
The army of cattle and sheep had already reached the football field, where five medium- and large-sized helicopters were parked. Most of the cattle and sheep went around these steel behemoths, but two or three sheep seemed incapable of turning and rammed straight into the helicopters.
Naturally, those two or three sheep could not overpower a helicopter. They shook their heads and got back on their feet. After bleating out threats, they actually backed up, accelerated, and charged straight at the helicopters again.
These were not tin-can toy helicopters that cost less than a million. Their impacts naturally did nothing, but they drew other sheep into copying them. Before long, quite a few sheep had split off from the flock to contend with the five helicopters.
Several bodyguards guarded the back courtyard gate, moving potted plants behind it as a barricade. Then Gao Shou called them up to the rooftop.
"Could the cattle and sheep from the entire South Mountain Ranch have come here?" Gao Shou asked uneasily.
On a real battlefield, so long as he was not facing an opponent like Liu Chang'an, against whom he had no chance of winning, Gao Shou would never retreat an inch. But with so many cattle and sheep here, he only felt there was nowhere to direct his strength.
If they had enough ammunition prepared on the roof and set up an M2 machine gun, no matter how many cattle and sheep there were, they could slaughter them all.
Ever since Gatling invented the Gatling gun, no animal herd had ever been able