"Hooligans, you all come over and take a look, and carefully distinguish who has seen this guy and knows which tribe he belongs to?"

Song Yong pointed to the wounded who were lying on the ground of the cave, who had already fallen into a coma, and asked the people around him.

After he entered the small cave, he immediately found the injured man who was unconscious on the ground, and he had no electric response to the toothless shaking and calling.

With the flashlight in the gangster's hand, Song Yong could clearly see:

This is a male primitive native, probably in his twenties.

He was quite tall, strong and strong, and the muscles of his whole body were bulging, and it seemed that he had a normal supply of food in the winter to maintain such a good shape and figure.

This alone is very rare in today's winter.

And the reason why he has been in a state of coma and can't wake up.

Song Yong thinks there are two aspects: on the one hand, because this kid is actually leaning on his legs alone, and he doesn't know how long he has been trekking in the snow.

This can be seen in the thick layer of thin ice on the skin wrapped in the legs of this cargo.

On the other hand, it should be the most important point.

On the body of the wounded, there were many wounds that were clearly revealed after the animal skin was splashed with water, and from these wounds that had stopped bleeding, it should be that they were bites and scratches of some medium-sized beast or above.

After seeing these details, Song Yong had such a picture in his head:

A primitive native, after a difficult battle with a ferocious beast in the snow, although he finally fought his way out, struggled to escape to a small cave.

But in the end, he was also due to severe blood loss in the body, fatal hypothermia, wound infection, and many other reasons.

After he reluctantly escaped into the cave, he didn't even have time to light the fire to protect him from the cold, and finally fell headlong on the ground in the cave.

For the inferences he made, Song Yong estimated that even if there were some discrepancies with the facts, he would have at least seven or eight points of accuracy.

However, it was precisely this that also made Song Yong have even greater doubts in his heart: looking at the fat and muscles on this kid's body, he could know that their tribe was actually not short of food.

So, the big question comes?

In such ghost weather, it's not good to stay in the tribe for cat winter, and run out to wave what waves.

It's okay now! Unfortunately, I met those hungry beasts in the mountains and forests, isn't this the rhythm of the birthday boy hanging himself and wanting to find death......

Under Song Yong's questioning, a group of old bachelors from the Gray Rabbit tribe, as well as six female comrades from the Cangyan and Songta tribes respectively, all shook their heads one after another.

said that he had never seen this injured man at all, and naturally he couldn't say that he knew which tribe he was from.

It's just that as the head horse under Brother Yong, after a battle between heaven and man in his heart.

Still can't help but point out their great leader, now this sand sculpture-like problem and behavior:

"Uh~ Venerable Brother Yong! Actually, you only need to look at the totem on his left arm to know which tribe he belongs to. ”

Not to mention, it's a good way to do it in a simple and crude way.

It's just that if it weren't for such a reminder from the gangsters, Song Yong really forgot that in the primitive era, there was still this kind of totem mark exclusive to each tribe.

It's as if the only thing that will always appear on his arm is the fat gray rabbit.

Each native of the primordial plane will definitely have a different exclusive mark of their own tribe on their left arm.

Relying on this thing to distinguish the clansmen is easier to use than the ID card of the modern plane.

At the very least, this totemic imprint is not even possible to counterfeit.

"Cough, cough, cough~" In such an embarrassing coughing sound, Song Yong, in order to make an understatement, was able to fool this small overturn directly.

After a cough, he grabbed the injured man's left arm.

Lifting the skin from the wounded's left arm revealed the exclusive totem of their tribe: a feather, a feather with an emerald green color.

"This is the totem of the Emerald Feather Tribe, and this guy is actually the hunter of the Emerald Feather Tribe. Seeing this, the hooligan exclaimed.

Then, a large crowd suddenly surrounded him.

Just looking at the hooligans and other primitive people, such a strong reaction, Song Yong can know what kind of Cuiyu tribe this Laozi is, it must be very difficult.

It's just for Mao! He has never heard of such a cowhide tribe.

Looking at the bewildered face of his leader, the hooligan hurriedly turned to Song Yong and began to explain the origin of the Cuiyu tribe:

In the distance from the Gray Rabbit Tribe, about a day and a half away, there is a small tribe that is very famous in the southwest region of the entire Lei Yeze: Cuiyu.

Don't look at them as just a small tribe, the population is about the same as the Cangyan tribe, about 300 people.

But they can't stand the strength of this small tribe, and among their more than a hundred hunters, there are as many as three totem warriors.

Even the ordinary hunters in the tribe have a unique ability.

They took a belt with a leather bag, wrapped a fist-sized stone around the skin, and threw the stone out with their unique technique.

The stones thrown out in this way are naturally compared to the stone throwing spears of the Gray Rabbit Tribe, and there will be a certain gap in power.

However, under their unique throwing techniques and long-term practice, the stones thrown have a super long distance and amazing accuracy.

That is, when other tribes were still a little helpless against small prey in the treetops and low air.

The Cuiyu tribe can rely on this method to hunt a large number of small prey such as pheasants, squirrels, and birds.

Therefore, after having a stable source of meat, the hunters of the Emerald Feather tribe appear stronger, and the chance of totem warriors appearing is also greater......

After hearing the gangster's explanation, Song Yong had a clear concept in his heart:

What is the unique technique of slinging, isn't it the slinger who was quickly eliminated very early after the appearance of armor in the modern plane.

But even so, he was very interested in the wounded who passed out in front of him, as well as the Emerald Feather tribe behind him.

This kind of wealthy tribe is good! That also means that they have more money, and maybe there are some good things among them that can be brought to the modern plane for a lot of money.

So he was ready to take action quickly, first save the injured person in front of him, and brush up a little favorability.

If someone else had encountered such a seriously injured person in the winter wilderness, it was probably those amazing witches who could have saved the wounded in such a bad condition.

But after gradually gaining enough confidence in the medicine at hand, Song Yong also thought that the problem in front of him was not big.

It's just that before saving people, this thing began to skillfully scold the street:

"What are you doing standing here stupidly? Didn't you carry dry firewood on the plow, and quickly raised a fire and boiled some boiling water for me, and the scoundrel took a few men to guard the entrance to the cave, and I feared that there might be wild beasts. ”

In Song Yong's shouting and scolding, everyone immediately got busy with their hands and feet.

The hooligan took a few hunters and stood at the entrance of the cave, monitoring the surroundings at 360 degrees.

The others lit the fire and started to light the fire, and some took out the portable cauldron they carried and filled it with clean snow and set it up on the fire.

Even the rattan on the lone wolf was untied, so that the only animal they had could get a better rest.

At the same time, Song Yong also took a knife to deal with the wounded wounds, that is, first cleaned up the rotten flesh on the wounds, and then sprinkled a layer of Tianqi powder.

Next, put a band-aid on the small wounds, and bandage the large wounds with clean gauze.

Even when the wound was cleaned, the inhuman pain only made his face painfully distorted.

In this process, people still fail to wake up.

After this initial treatment, the wounded were placed on the edge of a warmer fire, and from the lesbian a piece of excess animal skin was taken out and covered with it.

After waiting for the boiling water to boil, Song Yong fed him three different Western medicines, such as fever, anti-inflammatory, and analgesic.

At this point, his treatment is completely over.

According to the rich clinical experience he gained in the process of sending him to the countryside before, this kid should also have an eighty percent chance of being lucky to survive.