After a short and brutal battle, it finally came to an end.

The Broken Tooth tribe who came to the door to find trouble with great momentum can be regarded as biting the steel plate this time and having a mouth full of teeth broken.

They were proud to wait for the more than 100 hunters, and half of them were killed on the spot, and there were more than 20 lightly and seriously wounded who did not even have the ability to escape, so they could only become prisoners of the Gray Rabbit Tribe.

In addition, the Gray Rabbit tribe and Cang Yan and other tribes who helped chased and killed all the way.

It wasn't until the last thirty or so people of the Broken Tooth tribe completely fled to the depths of the mountains and forests that they finally chose to stop.

Based on the above results, the Grey Rabbit Tribe can fully say that it has won a brilliant victory.

The only slight regret is that the little old man, the leader of the Broken Tooth Tribe, did not forget to bring the totem warrior jackal with him even when he retreated.

In the end, they were allowed to escape into the depths of the mountains and forests.

But it's not a big deal for the Gray Rabbit tribe.

It's getting dark soon, and spending the night in the depths of the mountains and forests in this ghost weather will let them know what danger is.

Half of the remaining thirty or so people of the Broken Tooth Tribe finally returned alive, which can be regarded as the blessing of their ancestors' spirits.

It can be said that after this battle, the Broken Tooth Tribe can no longer pose a threat to the Gray Rabbit Tribe.

They don't want to say that they want to come to the door again to take revenge, they are afraid that in order to prevent the gray rabbit tribe from coming to the door, they can make the leader of the little old man quickly become a real old man......

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Yong, who was hanging with an arm with vines.

He stood at the entrance of the cave with a few people, bidding farewell to Qingyan and the other four tribes.

Originally, these people helped the Gray Rabbit tribe so much, why did they have to keep people to stay and rest for one night, and it was only right to serve good food and drink.

It's just that this big victory of the Gray Rabbit tribe still paid a considerable price.

So far, although no one has died directly, nearly half of the combatants have been injured, which is an ironclad fact.

In such a chaotic environment, Qing Yan and the others wisely chose to leave, which was really a big trouble for them.

Anyway, on the way back, they were in relatively safe areas, and they could always find some safe caves as temporary shelters, and finally survive the dangerous night.

So, after seeing Qingyan and the others have made up their minds.

Song Yong hurriedly beckoned Huang and the others, and took out a lot of meat from the material hoarding site in the depths of the cave, as well as a small amount of refined salt and rock sugar, as a thank you gift from the Gray Rabbit Tribe.

In the end, Song Yong said loudly with a solemn expression:

"Today's events depend on your righteous actions, and the Gray Rabbit Tribe has written down this great favor, and I will thank you again in the future. ”

"Where, where, Brother Yong, you are so polite. After Qing Yan and the other four leaders heard this, they hurriedly said so.

In the face of Song Yong's sincere gratitude, they showed an unusually humble attitude, and even a little trepidation when they could speak.

Although the strange behavior of these people made Song Yong a little puzzled.

He was currently preoccupied with things, and he really didn't have the heart to think about these things, not so important things, but anyway, the good attitude of these people made him have a good impression of these four tribes.

Of course, if he knew that in the hearts of these people, he had already decided that he was a noble lord, this was such a modest expression, and he didn't know what kind of expression he should have.

At the same time, if only he knew something else.

These people would have come to their aid earlier, but because they were shocked and delayed a little, they were slow to react by a few minutes.

Otherwise, if they had taken action at the beginning of the war, where would the Grey Rabbit Tribe have so many wounded.

It is precisely because of this that Qingyan and others are so weak-hearted......

"Is the hot water boiling? After seeing Cang Yan and the other tribesmen leave, Song Yong turned around and shouted like this.

The tense battle was over, but Song Yong found himself busier.

Cleaning up the battlefield and housing prisoners were so busy that he flew up.

After finally finishing all this, he sent away the reinforcements of Cang Yan and other four tribes, and he was finally able to spare his energy to treat the wounded.

The rest of the injuries are basically not fatal injuries, and it doesn't matter if you delay a little.

Even the long wound on his own arm, which looked less bleeding after being wrapped in the hem of his torn shirt, didn't bother so much for the time being.

The main reason is that he is worried about the poor scoundrel, if he continues to delay like this, it will be difficult for everyone to cool down.

And letting the gangsters, the first warrior of this parallel tribe, hang up on this, is something he definitely doesn't want to see.

At this moment, the scoundrel who had passed out had been placed on the edge of the warm fire.

After Song Yong walked over, with one of his intact arms, and with the help of six fingers, he quickly pulled the tattered helmet, stab-proof suit, and wrapped animal skin on the hooligan's body.

Originally, Song Yong still planned to leave such a trouser for the hooligan.

It was only after he pulled the animal skin from the hooligan's waist with one hand that he realized one thing: in the indigenous concept of the primordial plane, there seems to be no such annoying thing as a trouser head.

Such a small situation did not make Song Yong more distracted.

He immediately examined the whole body of the scoundrel from head to toe, and when he had done it, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was on the body of the scoundrel, and saw that there were many wounds on it.

But most of these wounds are in not so fatal locations such as hands and feet, and the reason why the hooligan passed out is more because of concussion and excessive consumption.

I believe that with the strong physical fitness, you can recover after a good night's sleep.

After letting go of the tension, Song Yong even had the mind to take a teaching course on on-site trauma treatment.

For this reason, he shouted loudly: "Come over if you can move, first see how I operate, and then you will treat each other's wounds with each other, so that you can get better faster." ”

Then, under the gaze of everyone, he began to carefully clean the wounds on the gangster's body with a towel dipped in hot water.

The mud and sand and other debris on the wound were all cleaned up.

He picked up the salt water again and rinsed the wound repeatedly, and in the process, the unconscious gangster trembled and convulsed in pain.

But even so, he never opened his eyes.

Then, Song Yongcai picked out some dried Tian Qi from the large pile of herbs picked back before, chopped them with a pig-killing knife, and crushed them into powder vigorously.

Part of Tian Qi's powder was carefully sprinkled on the hooligan's wound, and part of it was poured into the hooligan with warm water.

Song Yong naturally knew that if he was allowed to use such a rough treatment operation by the Chinese medicine practitioners of the modern plane, he might be beaten to death by them.

But in any case, it's better than these guys shooting a lot of plant ash directly on the wound, right......

Subsequently, those who were not injured began to concoct the same method for the wounded.

Even at Song Yong's request, even the wounded among the captives were somewhat disposed of.

It's just that those people didn't have the slightest protection in the battle, and the injuries they suffered were naturally more serious, and whether they survived in the end really depends on luck.

After surviving for a while, I don't know if it's my own psychological reasons.

In short, Song Yong looked at the hooligan lying on the ground, and seemed to feel that his breathing was a lot calmer, and suddenly, Song Yong finally let go of the last bit of worry.

It was only at this time that he noticed the biting coldness of the soles of his feet, and realized that he had been tossing barefoot for so long in the winter.

didn't wait for him to do something in time to make amends, such as a bowl of ginger soup to ward off the cold or something, and he felt his head spinning.

Under a faint scream in his ears, he fell with his head held high.