"I can do it!" Big Bull was excited.
"You can?" Xuexue widened her eyes.
"Yeah! I really can." Big Bull nodded fiercely. Previously, when marching in battles, he often carried flint with him and knew some wilderness survival skills that could save lives at critical moments.
He grabbed a sickle from his back, ran under a tree, chopped down several big branches, and fumbled together something resembling a drill; then, he took a branch and spread dry grass underneath, positioned it against a small hole, and vigorously twisted it with both hands...
"Is it working?" Xuexue looked doubtful, having never heard of making fire without flint in her past or present life.
"My lady, just you wait," Big Bull boasted proudly. These rough tasks were usually done by his subordinates in the past; unexpectedly, today they came in handy to charm a beauty.
Under Big Bull's relentless effort, the pile of dry grass underneath slowly began to emit wisps of smoke.
"Oh my! There's really smoke!"