Two pheasants, one of which I don't know what to call it, but whose weight is no lighter than that of an old hen.

These three kinds of prey are all the gains made by the people of the hunting party after walking around the periphery of the mountain forest.

Of course, there must have been more than a few prey they found in the treetops and in the air along the way.

It's just that for some understandable reasons, their respected leader, Brother Yong, missed more than a dozen times.

Then, the group looked at the depths of the reckless mountains and forests, and began to hesitate a little about whether to continue to go deep into the western area, and they all felt a little embarrassed.

If you want to say that you don't find anything, you can bring these prey back to them, and they can cook two large pots of broth.

But if you return like this, it seems that it is not enough to come out with such fanfare and return with such a little prey.

Nor is the fundamentally critical issue of addressing the food crisis of the tribes being addressed.

In the end, Song Yong waved his hand vigorously and made the final decision.

He said, "Go on, but everyone cheer up, and take two men forward at a distance of five or six hundred paces, observe the situation in advance, and report whatever you find." ”

After hearing this, the hooligan nodded his head and didn't say much.

Directly clicked on the two hunters who were also wearing riot helmets on their heads, vigorously supported the ski poles in their hands, and slid into the more dangerous mountains and forests first.

And it wasn't until a minute after they set off that Song Yong followed with a large army.

I don't know if it's a mental effect, as he gradually entered the depths of the mountain forest, when more huge and dense trees appeared in front of him, Song Yong felt that the temperature around him was much lower.

Even the primitive natives around them closed their mouths one after another and lowered their movements between the marches.

Only the sound of skiing 'swoo~' sounded from time to time in the mountains and forests......

"Everybody stopped. Song Yong lowered his voice and issued the latest order.

Before he issued this order, a group of natives who were far more experienced in hunting than him had already lifted their skis and stopped moving forward.

More than 300 paces away in the distance, a hunter wearing a riot helmet was already waving to them.

Obviously, the three of them had already discovered something in advance.

After lowering the sound of the action again, Song Yong slowly slid over with a large group of hunting parties, and the group finally hid behind a snow-covered hillock.

After quietly poking out his head, Song Yong discovered the reason for the hooligan and the others to stop.

Somewhere in a windswept glade more than a mile away, there was a herd of sixteen bison, which was pulling the snow open with their mouths and gnawing on the evergreen bushes beneath the snow.

Say, at the time of the modern plane.

When Song Yong ate ramen once, he once fantasized about bringing some beef back, but finally gave up this idea because of the estimated bison personal reasons.

And now, when Song Yong was fortunate enough to see the bison of the primordial era for the first time.

Suddenly I couldn't help but gasp, in addition to the three calves in the center, these bison were protected in the center, and each one in size, it was really not much different from the elephants of the modern plane.

After looking at the bundles of vines on the shoulders of several hunters.

Song Yong really didn't have a little certainty that such a primitive tripping rope could trip over those big bull legs as thick as a pier.

At the same time, with the mountain wind blowing over, there seemed to be a tiger roar from a tiger in the mountain forest.

Even if the tiger's roar was weak after falling into the ears, and it was said that the tiger that had never met was still far away, but the Gray Rabbit tribe was still a little colorless under the threat of this creature at the top of the food chain.

Even the totem warrior of the hooligan really doesn't seem to be much stronger.

In the end, a bitter order was issued in Song Yong's mouth: "Withdraw~"

When they retreated towards the mountains and forests, the morale of the hunting team was a little low, and Song Yong knew that it was not possible to go on like this, and that something needed to be done.

It's just that on the way back, the short winter day was covered by dark clouds again, and the wind mixed with snowflakes fell again.

In the cover of bad weather, whether it is in the treetops or in the low air, there is no prey that can be attacked, so it is impossible to improve the morale of the corporals if you want to show your skills.

This situation lasted until a group of thirty or so people completely slid out of this mountain forest.

Suddenly, all the dense trees in front of him were gone, replaced by a large expanse of ice, and Song Yong realized that they had come to the edge of the lake.

By this time, the huge lake had long been covered with thick ice, and there was no sign of life in sight.

The fish that were once abundant in the great lake are probably hiding under the ice behind the rice.

Suddenly, after a flash of inspiration in Song Yong's mind, he hatefully gave himself a head in the door, and scolded indignantly in his mouth:

"Lao Tzu is really a pig's brain, isn't this meat full of big lakes, and he goes to the depths of the mountains and forests of wool. ”

Then, he could feel his own slap on the hard anti-riot helmet above his head, even if he had gloves on his hands, it was a burst of pain......

Song Yong's new idea is naturally to fish after chiseling the ice on the lake.

I don't have any experience with where fish live underwater, but given the abundance of fish in the lake, there is a high chance of hitting a school of fish.

Holding a spear, Song Yong used the sharp tip of the spear to draw a circle the size of a water tank on the ice.

Then he commanded the hooligan: "Hurry up and take people to chisel off all the ice in this circle, until the water surface below is exposed." ”

In the face of such an order, the hooligan and the others were confused.

But they didn't understand it, but the movements of their hands were not slow at all, and they stabbed the ice one after another with the sharp tips of their guns, chiseling off pieces of ice lumps the size of fists.

Then he didn't care about such an ice lump, grabbed the piercing coldness of his hand, and threw it out.

While the gangsters and others were busy with their work, Song Yong had already taken out a knife and disemboweled a pheasant.

In such hellish weather, the pheasant that was shot to death was already frozen as hard as a stone, but in order to get some fishing bait, the only way to use the internal organs of the pheasant was used.

Because of the gloves, when Song Yong successfully hung a piece of chicken intestines on the fish hook made of wooden branches.

The hooligans and others, who were constantly changing people, had already chiseled through the ice more than one meter deep.

Without even waiting for a minute, Song Yong threw the hook tied to the vine into the ice hole, and by this time, no matter how dull the primitive people were, they could see that Song Yong's intention was to fish.

It's just that in such hellish weather, does this ice-digging method work?

In fact, even Song Yong is not very sure about this, he has done everything he can now, and the rest can only depend on the will of God.

Or, it means that the ancestral spirits of the Gray Rabbit tribe can manage things in the end.

During the long wait, Song Yong felt that on the windier ice surface, his whole body was about to become an ice cube.

And at this moment, he could feel the vines in his hand suddenly sink down, and in an instant, Song Yong reacted, and under his hard pull, a black figure was pulled out of the ice hole and smashed on the ice.

Even the moment it hit the ice, the thing was frozen and stiffened.

But no matter whether it was straight or curved now, Song Yong could be sure of one thing, this thing was the sharp-toothed big black fish they were familiar with!