On the grass of the second day, Song Yong took a large bowl from Gardenia's hand, which obviously had more wild vegetable soup than other pieces of meat.

Then, there was a sudden tremor on the hands of the thing, and he almost dropped the heavy bowl of broth on the ground.

The reason why this situation occurred was because Song Yong practiced archery for about two hours last night, and after a night of fermentation, the sequelae were finally revealed.

In last night's practice, Song Yong finally set his position at a distance of 70 steps.

Then, with the tension of about 80 pounds without completely pulling the bowstring, I did a total of about 60 archery exercises.

The effect of the practice was still relatively obvious, and he was barely on target with only three of the first ten arrows.

But on the last ten arrows, the chance of hitting the target has reached six, and there is even one of them, almost hitting the bull's-eye.

Song Yong was very satisfied with such good progress.

Men are born with an instinctive love for cold weapons such as swords, guns, swords, and halberds, and the same is true for primitive long-range weapons such as bows and arrows.

Perhaps, this is all from the bloodline, hunting and fighting in ancient times!

The problem is that when Song Yong finished the practice at that time, although he felt that his arm was a little sore, he was still in a good mood.

However, when he got up, the sequelae of the strained muscles on his arm, especially his right arm, really made him feel very sore......

Holding the stone bowl with sore hands, Song Yongcai took a sip of the hot soup into his mouth.

I found that I sat down beside me with my legs crossed, and it seemed that he was also not in a very good state.

At first, Song Yong thought that these guys were too unrestrained when they practiced skiing, and their leg muscles were also strained.

For this reason, he sighed silently in his heart:

"Why is it so unpleasant, it looks like today's hunt is going to be delayed for another day. ”

But when he saw the wilderness, holding the stone bowl with the same trembling hand, and drank a mouthful of hot soup into his mouth, Song Yong felt that it didn't seem to be the case.

"What's wrong? Is it a pair of thigh muscles, a little sore and painful. ”

Song Yong asked a ridiculous question, which was the last confirmation of his guess.

"No, I don't have any pain in my thigh. The strange thing is that from the mouth of the absurd, he came up with such an answer that far exceeded his expectations.

Then, when he put down the stone bowl in his hand and scratched his head with his hand, he was puzzled.

His mouth was full of doubts and said: "I don't know what's going on, I was fine last night, and I had a dream of skiing all night when I went to bed." ”

"But after waking up today, not only my hands are sore, but even the objects between my legs are also faintly painful;

I don't know how Song Yong's brain is so clever at this moment.

He actually heard the rich amount of information contained in the absurd explanation.

What's more, he actually made up a very detailed picture in his mind, which can even be described in high definition:

In my sleep, I also dreamed of the shortage of skiing, and subconsciously grabbed a ski pole and pulled it left, left, right, up and down.

After such a dream, a pair of arms and vital positions are there, and it would be strange if they didn't hurt.

"Hey, who did you sleep in the same bed with last night? Thinking of Song Yong, who was not quite right in the number of ski poles, he asked by the way.

Without hesitation, he replied, "Hooligans! ”

After Huang Xinkou gave an answer, Song Yong raised his head and looked around the crowd, and sure enough, he also saw the poor scoundrel, who was now sitting with his legs apart.

Now, Song Yong finally confirmed his guess just now, and there was no mistake at all.

Yes, that's the truth of the matter, a brutal truth.

After eating the wild vegetable soup for breakfast, the new hunting team of the Gray Rabbit tribe, composed of a group of big men, finally set off from the cave where they lived.

Unlike yesterday's skiing, the tribe's remaining nine riot helmets are now all worn on their heads.

Basically, except for the leader of Brother Yong and the totem warrior of the gangster, the remaining seven were all brought on the hands of the seven strongest hunters.

At this point, being able to wear a riot helmet has become a symbol of identity and strength in the Gray Rabbit tribe.

It is worth mentioning that Song Yong actually saw the head of the waste and also brought an anti-riot helmet, it seems that Ji chose to follow him, and it is not without reason.

In addition, each member of the hunting team wrapped a circle of rabbit skin in addition to the leggings on their legs, as if they were treating the soles of their feet.

This is also the experience gained from yesterday's ski training.

Leggings are warm, but only if they don't get wet with snow, and if they are wrapped in waterproof rabbit skin, they will immediately eliminate any last worries.

In this way, under the watchful eyes of a group of women and children, Song Yong took the lead in sliding down the hill with a ski pole.

Subsequently, the rest of the group also followed, and with the expectations of the entire tribe, they embarked on the first hunt in the deep winter in the history of the Gray Rabbit Tribe.

It wasn't that it was the blessing of the ancestral spirits, but at the moment they set off, the heavy snow that had been going on for several days actually stopped.

The winter sun peeked through the cracks in the dark clouds and fell on the earth.

Even if everyone knew that such good weather could last for half a day at most, and then return to the bad weather of the previous violent storms.

However, when the sun shines on everyone after a long time, everyone feels precious......

With skis, it's easy to get on the road.

After a short while, the group slid down the hill and turned into a mountain forest on the left side of the mountain, and according to Song Yong's plan, they would first move around the outer areas of the mountain forest.

Try to see if there are any small beasts that can be targeted.

If you can't find these easier guys to hunt, then you will continue to risk going deep into the mountains and forests, in short, in order to feed the tribesmen.

In order to let those little cubs in the mother's womb, they will not be congenitally deficient due to lack of nutrition.

The hearts of the masters of every hunting team are filled with an inexplicable and tragic emotion, even if they risk their lives, they must go back with a large number of prey.

However, as soon as he entered the mountain forest, Brother Yong raised his hand and signaled everyone to stop.

It's just that the hooligans and the others looked around, but they didn't see any prey.

At this moment, they saw Brother Yong take off the strange thing called the bow and arrow behind him, and then put a sharp stick on the bow and arrow and pulled it.

In the end, the deformed bow and arrow were pulled and aimed at a pheasant basking in the rare sun on the treetops, and Brother Yong let go.

It was only at this time that they realized that the pheasant high in the treetops was Brother Yong's prey.

The problem is that the treetops are too high, and even the throwing spear thrown by the totem warrior with all his strength is impossible to fly that high.

This thing called a bow and arrow is probably in vain.

Even at this moment, they have already posed for a curved bow and shooting eagles, and this kind of Yong brother who pulls the style makes them look a little unconscious.

However, the development of events once again deviated from their expectations.

Then a small stick, at a speed far beyond the speed of the spear, 'whoosh~' jumped into the sky.

Almost as soon as they blinked their eyes, lightning bolts flew up the branches, striking the fat pheasant in the head.

Then, the pheasant, which had been shot through the head, fell to the snow with a 'click' sound.

At this point, the new hunting team of the Gray Rabbit tribe has finally been successfully opened, and a pheasant weighing more than ten pounds has been obtained as prey.

In fact, prey or something is a trivial matter for everyone.

At this moment, everyone looked at the bow and arrow in Brother Yong's hand with great enthusiasm.

Because with their sensitivity, it is natural to see that after having this thing, it represents countless more varieties that can be included in the prey.

Of course, if you want to hunt these new breeds of prey, you also need to have an amazing accuracy like Brother Yong.

For a while, they were a little shocked by Brother Yong's amazing archery skills.

In such a fiery and admiring look, Song Yong put away his bow and arrows full of dement, so that he would not tell these guys:

In fact, he was aiming at the real prey, a squirrel a few steps away.

As a result, a gust of mountain wind blew, and the arrows he shot were shot far away at once.