Before sunset, about an hour or so, a large group of troops of the Gray Rabbit tribe finally arrived at the destination this time: the source of the Jishui River.

Before this, after a period of psychological adjustment, Song Yong had successfully adjusted his emotions.

Now that the matter has happened, complaining about how this kind of broken thing fell on his head, such thoughts are not helpful at all to solve the problem.

Rather than having all that spare time to sigh and complain about your bad luck.

It is better to use these incidents to think about how to face and solve them head-on.

And Song Yong came up with a countermeasure after some thinking: it is nothing more than to find a way to unite the crowd while enhancing his own strength; as long as there are more than a dozen small tribes behind him waving their flags and shouting, the tough bone tribe will not dare to drop anything!

Therefore, when he reached his goal, Song Yong's mood had actually been released.

On the contrary, he now has a stronger and urgent desire to pretend to be a good horse at the Shangsi Festival.

Because only after the success of the horse, let the other tribes agree with the point: follow the gray rabbit tribe to make friends and have meat to eat, and agree that he, the gray rabbit, is more powerful than the tough bone witch, and I believe that he will get more help.

In other words, although he is a parallel import, if he really wants to make a move, he really can't beat the female comrade of the Tough Bone Witch.

But what does it matter, as long as everyone has the illusion that they can beat it, and he thinks that there is still something he can do about it......

All the water sources at the source of the Jishui River come from a stretch of majestic snow-capped mountains.

When spring arrives and the snow begins to melt on the snowy mountains, a large amount of snow water will collect and flow down the snowy mountains.

Eventually, a staggering amount of water was formed here, and the surging water formed a huge waterfall from a cliff, and then fell with a huge momentum.

Then, a large river was formed, which was hundreds of meters wide, and rushed downstream.

And along the way, many small tributaries flow into it, and this Jishui River is also more and more wide and mighty.

As for the source, there is a large flat pasture on both sides, because it is the beautiful season of spring flowers, and when you look at it, you can see verdant weeds and beautiful wildflowers.

Wildflowers sway gently in the spring breeze, filling the place with an intoxicating floral scent.

To be honest, in Song Yong's eyes, this place is more beautiful than the valley where the space-time passage is located, and it is as beautiful as heaven.

Further along the edge of the pastures are dense, verdant mountain forests, which are now abundant in game and berries, and can meet the needs of tens of thousands of people in a short time.

Therefore, this place at the source of the Jishui River is really a good place for primitive people and indigenous people to gather.

By this time, at least twenty or thirty small tribes had arrived in advance, and they had set up their camps along the left bank of the Jishui River.

As for the question of why they were all resettled on the left bank, Song Yong believes that the reason is very simple.

With such a large river reaching a width of hundreds of meters, the primitive people and natives do not seem to have even a canoe or raft, let alone a wooden bridge.

They couldn't even get by, so they had to stay here and camp.

It was estimated that it was time for the tribes to prepare dinner, and the smoke of cooking rose by the river, accompanied by the sound of laughter in the wind.

These beautiful things made the last bit of depression in Song Yong's heart disappear at this moment.

Under such circumstances, Ling, who was standing beside him, asked him with this sentence: "Brother Yong, where did our tribe choose to camp this year?"

"What's so important about this? Isn't it just a random place? ”

After hearing such a strange question, Song Yong asked with a puzzled face.

"It's not like you're looking for a random place. After Ling replied like this, he began to introduce the doorway inside for Song Yong, a parallel import.

Basically, all tribes set their camps on the banks of the river, taking into account the ease of access to water and some considerations for the washing ceremony.

It doesn't matter where the river bank is back, but the closer you get to the waterfall, the more important it becomes.

Because the primitive people instinctively believe that the closer to the source, the more unpolluted the water quality in the Jishui River, and the better the effect of removing the ominous after washing.

It's just that this area has always been the strongest tribes, and they have their own inherent reserves.

In the last few decades, the closest location to the waterfall has been the exclusive domain of the Crimson tribe, and the remaining few places are constantly being contested by several medium-sized tribes.

Because in the Shangsi Festival, there is no customary rule that any act of war can take place.

It is not enough to fight for the double shots of the camp, and start a group fight on the spot, but use the general method of heads-up to finally decide the ownership of the camp.

There is also a grudge between the two sides because of the process of scrambling, that is, there is no way to avoid it.

If it had been changed before, whether it was the Gray Rabbit Tribe or the Emerald Feather Tribe, they would not have the problems and troubles they have now.

Anyway, they just found a spot in the second half of the river bank and set up camp.

But this year's situation is different, today they are not more powerful after the merger of the two tribes, and more importantly, they don't have the honorable gray rabbit lord?

As a result, they have a little bold idea and ambition in their hearts......

After listening to Ling's detailed introduction, Song Yong couldn't help but fall into constant deliberation.

If it had been replaced before, he really didn't have the idea of grabbing a good position to serve as a campsite, how much does the front point have to do with the back point, and the front point washes his feet with river water, can he still live forever?

What's more, if there is a conflict with several other medium-sized tribes for such a small matter, he thinks it is unnecessary and cannot be done.

In the future, the caravan of the Gray Rabbit Tribe does not want to lose these big customers.

But now it's different, don't fight for steamed buns, fight for breath, wash your feet with the river water polluted by the tough bone tribe, and his brother Yong can't stand this grievance.

He wants to let all the primitive natives know what it means to be indispensable!

After thinking about it for a while, Song Yong shouted loudly:

"Let's go and occupy the second campsite, and let the guys from the Tough Bone Tribe drink our foot-washing water in the future. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone froze.

The main reason is that they thought that they could occupy the top five or six positions this time, which would already be a huge breakthrough, but they didn't expect Brother Yong's heart to be so big.

But after a brief pause, they cheered loudly.

Even Brother Yong is not afraid of the consequences, what can they worry about.

Suddenly, one by one, they straightened their chests, and with their legs in colorful leggings, they strode towards the golden location they dreamed of in the past, all the way over.

Suddenly, I didn't know how many other small tribes were harvested, and they were extremely surprised and playful.

And when they walked over, their Yong brother quietly whispered to Ling and Gangster, the strongest thugs in the two tribes, and had already commanded in a low voice:

"The two of you won't go hunting tomorrow, stay in the camp to recuperate, and when the time comes, no matter who comes to challenge, just beat them back. ”

In the end, Song Yong also shouted in a low voice: "Do you have confidence?"

"Brother Yong, you can take a look. In the same answer, the hooligan clenched the pig-killing knife at his waist, tightened the quiver he was carrying behind his back, and his eyes were full of indescribable murderous energy.