By the time the meeting was completely over, it was already more than four o'clock in the morning.

Song Yong walked with a group of tribal leaders, and when he walked towards the thatched hut where he was temporarily sheltered, he was surrounded by the stars and the moon.

No way! Whether it's weapons or other supplies from the Grey Rabbit tribe.

It's still twenty-five days later, and it will be sent to the gray rabbit lord, and the life and death of those elite hunters have too much to rely on this goods.

As a result, there was such a scene:

After greeting Chi Bai, the leaders of the meeting hurriedly surrounded Song Yong and patted all kinds of clumsy sycophants.

In contrast, the tough bone witch Jiang Ying, the mother-in-law, was invisibly left out in the cold......

The tribal leaders who participated in the meeting, as well as their guards, were all arranged by the Chibai tribe in the same area, adjacent to hundreds of thatched huts.

Even the Chibai tribe has a lot of pressure to squeeze out so many empty rooms at once.

Therefore, in this way, the living conditions of these outsiders attending the meeting were quite tight, and basically seven or eight big men were crammed into such a thatched hut of about ten square meters.

With so many people and such a small area, it is estimated that everyone can barely lie down.

The only exception to this was Song Yong and Jiang Ying, the two noble witches, who were each given a hut to rest.

Other than that, there are anything special to say.

That was when Song Yong was about to sleep, and found that on the haystack used to sleep in the room, a fairly clean animal skin was padded.

I don't know if it's been a long time since I've slept on such a simple haystack.

Or maybe I just participated in a one-night meeting, but it turned out to be more physically and mentally exhausting than pedaling a shared bike in the wilderness for a day.

Because after listening to other people's arguing for a night, when I closed my eyes, my mind was still the sound of the saliva bosses slapping the table and arguing loudly.

Anyway, after tossing and turning for a while, he just couldn't sleep peacefully.

In such a state, he didn't feel sleepy at all, but became hungry.

After feeling the rumbling in his empty stomach from time to time, Song Yong simply began to rummage in his backpack.

Soon, he pulled out five packets of instant noodles and a bundle of ten small ham sausages.

With these things in hand, Song Yong went directly to the open space outside the room, where there were two of his hunters, and a fire had been lit early.

They used the heat of the fire to withstand the slight chill of midnight in October.

One side guarded here, responsible for providing necessary vigilance for the clansmen resting in several nearby huts.

Even if they are currently in the relatively safe Chibai tribe, they still dare not be careless because of the orders of Ji and other high-level tribes when they go out.

So, this is also the reason why Song Yong took out all the instant noodles and planned to share them with them.

Because he felt very much that in such a chilly early morning, it was for these loyal subordinates to come alone to serve a bowl of fragrant instant noodles.

The most cruel and inhumane thing to do......

They were set up in large shells on the fire, and the springs inside soon tumbled up.

In such a state, Song Yong added five instant noodle cakes and oil packets to this simple marching pot one by one.

Next, the ham sausage, which had been torn open, was broken and thrown in.

Originally, according to Song Yong's habit of cooking instant noodles, he planned to use his mouth to develop small pieces one by one, and then spit it into the pot and stew it with instant noodles.

Anyway, he eats it himself! Even if he has a little saliva, it's also his own thing.

Fortunately, when he was planning to do the same today, he thought of the possibility that his saliva might be eaten by two stout primitive people.

Suddenly, he stopped this dangerous action alive.

In other words, instant noodles in the modern plane may not taste good, but in the field of food flavors, it has developed to an extremely astonishing level.

As the oil packet was put into the cauldron, it was only a short time later.

A sultry scent from food flavors spread out in the early hours of the morning, drifting away with the night breeze.

Not to mention, under such a sultry scent.

Even Song Yong, a character from the modern plane who used to eat instant noodles and vomit, is a little drooling.

Not to mention the two natives who kept vigil, they had no resistance at all under such an unheard scent.

For a while, Song Yong, who was boiling instant noodles with his head down, was full of the sound of swallowing saliva in his ears

"It's a pity, but if you could put a little wild vegetables in the pot, or put some kimchi in it, it would actually taste better. ”

Song Yong picked up the chopsticks, picked up a handful of instant noodles from the pot and looked at it and found that it would be ready to eat immediately, so he said regretfully in his mouth.

Of course, he also knew that in the middle of the night.

It is impossible to drive these two goods to risk the danger of going to the wilderness of wild vegetables in search of wild vegetables.

For this reason, he could only put away this regret, and planned to eat some instant noodles quickly, and then hurry up and sleep for a few hours.

Then, he hurried back with a group of men.

After all, according to the consensus reached in the meeting just now, twenty-five days from today, that is an elite team of 1,000 people from various tribes.

No matter what the difficulties, it is necessary to assemble in the Gray Rabbit Tribe.

Then, under his leadership, he will go to the grassland at the foot of the Great Snow Mountain, and build the outpost and the many beacons along the way.

At that time, in accordance with the consensus reached at the meeting.

Not only did the Grey Rabbit tribe need to invest thirty elite warriors, but they also need to provide enough iron weapons to redress everyone in this unit.

Therefore, there are things waiting for him to go back, so hurry up and make arrangements.

It's just that when Song Yong raised his head and was about to shout for the two hunters to bring the bowl over and fill the noodles, he suddenly had a big stirring all over his body......

I don't know when, twenty or thirty paces away around the fire, there was a large crowd of people surrounded by black pressure.

When these people came, Song Yong didn't even notice.

Even if none of these people spoke, many of them were faces he had seen in previous meetings, and he had the impression that they were the leaders of the tribes.

It is clear that these are not hostile enemies.

From their stunned eyes, Song Yong could see that the main target of these people was the big pot of instant noodles.

But the problem is, he is just hungry and wants to cook a pot of instant noodles, even if the aroma of instant noodles is sultry, as for such a big movement?

For a moment, Song Yong couldn't help but think of a joke from the modern plane.

A certain expert in the modern plane Wanwan made a serious claim on the TV show: When he was eating instant noodles at the train station in Huaguo, he was surrounded by a crowd of people on the third and outer floors.

That kind of posture is estimated to be similar to the current state, right?

However, the situation is not the same at all.

Because he can't understand it at all: for Mao, a place where even the GDP of the whole island is not comparable to that of Guangdong Province, what kind of confidence do the experts in it have to dare to say such things?