"Hooligans, the future of the Grey Rabbit Tribe depends on you!"

Song Yong patted the rogue who was about to fight, and after the shoulder of the first warrior of the Gray Rabbit Tribe, he said so solemnly.

After hearing this, the hooligan nodded his head heavily, although he did not speak, but his determined expression was unmistakable.

Taking advantage of the last effort, Song Yong looked at the equipment all over the gangster's body to see if there was anything missing.

First of all, the explosion-proof helmet on the gangster's head has been put down at the moment, and even under the blowing of the wind and snow, there is no need to worry about not being able to open his eyes.

Secondly, his stab-proof suit in the style of a vest on his upper body was also firmly worn on his body.

It is believed that neither the hunters of the Broken Tooth Tribe nor the mainstream stone spears, nor a small number of white-colored bone daggers and spears, will be able to pierce this kind of strong protection.

In addition, in the right hand of the gangster, he grasped a snowy spear.

In his left hand he held the newly brought iron pot, which had been slightly modified, and a tied trunk had been added to both ears.

You can use it as a shield to parry the opponent's attacks.

Under the left shield and the right gun, it can be said that there is both offense and defense.

The only problem was that Song Yong saw the jackal who had slowly walked out of the crowd, and the weapon in his hand was a thick beast thigh bone.

From a distance, the huge joints looked like a sledgehammer.

In this way, Song Yong does not have much confidence in the protection of the stab-proof suit and the iron pot shield in terms of blunt attack.

For this reason, he could only tell the scoundrel again:

"Even if you can't stab this guy in the first place, then you have to give his right hand first, so that he can't hold the bone stick. ”

After glancing at the thick bone stick, the hooligan quickly nodded his head, very convinced.

Then, Song Yong continued to look at the equipment on the gangster's body.

In fact, after reaching this step, there is nothing to see, that is, on the beast skin belt of the hooligan, an extra sharpened pig-killing knife is inserted.

This is Song Yong's secondary weapon deliberately configured as a hooligan.

As for the rest of the place, the scoundrel was dressed exactly as usual, and if there was any difference, it was that his feet were wrapped in rabbit skins and vines.

After all, after three days of snow, the ground already has a layer of snow that rises above your ankles.

If you really want to continue to step on the snow barefoot, even the strong physical fitness of primitive people will not be able to bear it after a long time.

It was after discovering this that Song Yong had one more thought in his heart.

He quickly took off his size 43 copycat sneakers and thin socks, and then changed them himself, and his sneakers were still spring and summer, and they didn't keep warm on the snow.

But in any case, I believe it is much stronger than wrapping a piece of animal skin.

It took a total of two or three minutes for Song Yong to change the sneakers for the hooligan.

No way! This pair of big-footed girls has to wear size 45 shoes at least to fit properly, and the socks can be easily put on.

But in order to forcibly stuff this pair of big-footed girls into sneakers that are two sizes smaller, it really took Song Yong's effort.

In the end, everything was in order, and I felt the unprecedented warmth and comfort on my feet.

With a vigorous blow to the arm holding the spear, he walked firmly onto the battlefield.

Behind him, Song Yong stood barefoot in the snow, silently watching such a scene;

However, after being smoked to the ground by the smell, he gave up on this plan.

On the contrary, it seems that because of the nervousness in his heart, he is standing in the snow at the moment, and he can't feel a trace of coolness......

Under the nervous gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes, the two of them walked to the middle of the valley, and stopped again at a distance of about twenty paces.

With a mouth, the jackal just wanted to say something before the war.

However, before he spoke, a loud word 'huh~' was already being shouted loudly by hooligans.

Then, in front of the battle, the rogue began to dance the Maori war dance as if no one was around, and even if it was his solo dance, the snow splashed under his vigorous stomping, and he roared like a beast.

In such a performance, no one felt that it was a joke.

On the contrary, even Qingyan and the others, who were like people who ate melons, were extremely solemn.

They clearly felt that in such a strange hand dance, the hooligan seemed to be a different person.

It seems that the power of the fire of the gray rabbit tribe has gradually blessed the hooligan's body, making the hooligan more powerful.

However, because the people of the Hooligans and the Gray Rabbit tribe were more nervous, they didn't notice this.

Qing Yan and the leaders of the other three tribes looked more at Brother Yong, the leader of the Gray Rabbit Tribe.

Because they thought of a terrifying possibility: where did the poor gray rabbit tribe have such a magical method, then this magical method could only come from this brave brother.

And with such a magical means, is this Brother Yong still a noble lord?

The more they think about it, the more they feel that this is possible, and the more they think about it, the more they feel that there is something hairy in their hearts.

It's as if they found a fat rabbit that can only be regarded as prey, but after opening their mouths, they saw that their mouths were full of the sharpest fangs!

The battle soon began, stemming from the instinct of danger perception that he had cultivated over the years of fighting wild beasts, and the jackal knew that he could not let the opponent in front of him continue those strange moves.

With a howl, he rushed over with a thick bone stick.

Song Yong can be sure that when this black bear-like man charges, his speed will definitely not be inferior to that of a sprinter in the modern plane by half a point.

But in a few breaths, he rushed in front of the hooligan, and the bone stick in his hand swept towards the hooligan with a whistle that broke through the air.

It is absolutely impossible to hide in the face of an attacker.

In the pre-war tactical formulation, he knew that with his speed and agility, he would definitely not be able to compare to a totem warrior like the jackal, who had been strengthened by the power of the fire.

Under normal circumstances, it is strange that he can win against the other party.

Therefore, the only possibility of winning this battle is to use the artifact equipment of these Huaxia tribes to exchange injuries for injuries while withstanding the opponent's attack.

For this reason, the iron pot he held in his left hand met the bone stick that swept over, and the sharp spear in his right hand pierced straight into the opponent's chest full of chest hair.

So it was destined that it would be a short, and extremely tragic showdown......

With a crisp sound of 'dang~', the big iron pot that Song Yong bought in the wholesale market was smashed out of a boss's hole without accident, which was completely scrapped.

The gangster's left arm also hung down in an instant after flicking the boss.

The best result is that the bones in the arm have cracked, and if the luck is a little worse, the entire left arm is discounted, which shows that the jackal's strength is really strong.

But no matter what, he took the heavy blow.

At the same time, he stabbed the jackal's sharp spear into his chest, and the glowing head of the spear made the jackal feel instinctively afraid.

In the midst of great eagerness, the jackal still twisted his body slightly, so that the vital point of his chest avoided the position of ten centimeters.

Then, the tough skin of the old cowhide on the outside of his right chest was easily pierced by the spear.

In an instant, a stream of blood splattered him and the gangsters, their heads, faces, and bodies everywhere, and the strongest men of the two tribes paid a heavy price immediately after the blink of an eye clashed.