"Eliminate the wild beasts and ferocious animals around and reserve food for the winter. As the totem warriors consume more and more resources during training, this year's reserves may not be enough." The witch continued.
"There is not much salt left in the Wu tribe. Do you need to bring some back along the way?" asked the leader.
"Is the salt almost used up? Then pick some back. But be careful." The witch looked at the leader and said.
"Does Wu have any other arrangements?" asked the leader.
Mu Bei could see that these people were eager to run away, but they were holding back for fear of being rude in front of Wu.
The witch waved his hand, and several people wanted to walk out slowly, but someone didn't follow the ethics of martial arts and started jogging. As a result, a chain reaction made everyone run, with the ones behind pulling the ones in front. The main idea was: even if I can't outrun you, I will still pull you.
Rong was trying hard to hold back his laughter. Wu said, "Laugh if you want to. This is not the first time your father and his friends have done something so childish."
"Bei, how was your improvement this time? You didn't encounter any bottlenecks, did you?" Wu asked seriously.
Mu Bei smiled and said, "Thank you, Wu, for the improvement." After that, Mu Bei held up three fingers. "It's great to be able to increase 300 kilograms at a time." Wu said. Mu Bei wanted to say that he had reached 30,000 kilograms of strength, but he didn't expect to be misunderstood. Mu Bei was about to explain, but suddenly thought that it would be better to give Wu a surprise when he reached 50,000 kilograms in the future, so he closed his mouth.
"You guys go back, I'm busy." Mu Bei and Rong bowed respectfully, turned around and went back.
"Brother, should we go home or go exercise?"
"Of course, keep training. Come on, let me see how much progress you have made during this period of time."
Mu Bei saw Rong lifting the 4,000-jin stone lock effortlessly, and he was very happy and stepped forward and said, "Little sister, you have made great progress in this period of time. Your strength is about 4,500 kilograms. If you work harder, you will definitely be able to reach 5,000 kilograms after winter. Then I will take you hunting.
"Second brother, can I go with you tomorrow? We won't go far anyway, just around the tribe, and everyone will be out tomorrow, so there shouldn't be any danger." Rong pulled Mu Bei's arm and said coquettishly.
"You can only ask the leader for help. The tribe stipulates that those who are not totem warriors can not go out hunting. I will go with you to find the leader later to see if I can take you with us." Mu Bei said.
Rong said happily: "Thank you, second brother, you are the best."
"That's not what you said some time ago." Mu Bei joked.
"Who told you to always like to cheat people? When I was little, I would stay away from you. And do you know why no one in the tribe who is your age wants to play with you?"
When Mu Bei was exposed, he immediately threatened: "It seems that you don't want to go hunting. Forget it. I will go back and sleep directly. You can go and beg the leader yourself."
Rong Lima grabbed Mu Bei's hand and said, "Second brother, I was just joking, don't take it seriously." While saying this, he shook Mu Bei's arm coquettishly.
"I guess we won't be able to see the chief tonight. He's busy brewing wine. Even if we go there alone, he won't have time to pay attention to us. We can only go and block him tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow morning, my second brother and I will go to stop the leader." The two of them exercised for a few hours and then went home to sleep.
Although the tribe has no concept of time, everyone has a biological clock. No matter how tired everyone was yesterday, they will get up on time the next day.
There were more than a hundred tribal warriors, all standing in the hall. After the leader assigned each team the areas of responsibility and the issues that needed attention, he began to check the equipment and set off.
Of course, after the younger sister's constant persuasion, the leader agreed to let Rong go hunting, and Mu Bei would be responsible for taking care of him.
Mu Bei's team was responsible for sweeping to the east. Everyone began to disperse and Rong followed Mu Bei. Originally, A'fu was going to take Rong with him, but Rong refused.
Mu Bei turned up his hearing to the maximum, and the two of them sneaked silently in the jungle. Rong's stealth was inherited from the tribe. Although it was still a little immature, it would not have much impact. He would naturally become more sophisticated as he became more familiar with the jungle.
Mu Bei in front stopped and started making gestures to Rong, who immediately understood and began to make rapid bird calls, and soon other members of the hunting team began to gather.
Li came over and asked softly, "Did you find anything?" Mu Bei said, "There is a herd of animals ahead, probably jumping yellow sheep, about fifty or sixty in number."
Li began to assign tasks. Mu Bei said, "Captain, I haven't finished yet." Li said softly, "Can you stop panting and finish it in one breath?"
Mu Bei was quite helpless, thinking to himself, "Why would you let me finish what I'm saying?"
"In addition to the jumping yellow sheep, there are hunters lying in ambush nearby. Judging from the breathing sound, one of them is a purple-eyed golden lion. The tribe has records that there are male lions around the tribe. They have purple eyes and golden hair all over their bodies. They are about five meters long and weigh about 2,500 kilograms. They are high-level beasts and hunters in the jungle."
Li's face was a little serious when he asked, "Are you sure it's the Purple Eyed Golden Lion?"
"I'm not sure, but I can tell from the breathing sound that it's the breathing of a lion." Mu Bei said. The breathing sound of each prey is different. The tribe has detailed records of the sounds and habits of many ferocious beasts, and Mu Bei has studied them carefully.
"The breathing of this lion is very special. The rhythm seems to be wrong. It must be injured. The breathing rhythm is faster than the normal one. Logically speaking, the lion is ambushing the jumping gazelle. It should not have rapid breathing if it is not running." Mu Bei continued.
After hearing Mu Bei's analysis, Li said softly, "Everyone should be careful. If the Purple Eyed Golden Lion is not injured, everyone should be careful. If the situation is not right, evacuate immediately."
It is difficult for a high-level totem warrior to fight the purple-eyed golden lion alone, and there is a high possibility that he will be killed by the opponent. Li Li arranged the task and said, "Wait until it finishes the ambush before we take action."
Mu Bei continued to pay attention to the movements of the golden lion. There could be no mistakes in hunting, otherwise the tribesmen would lose their lives. Time was passing by little by little. The most important quality for a hunter was patience.
Mu Bei heard the golden lion's breathing speed up, proving that it was about to attack. Mu Bei used sign language to notify everyone that the golden lion had begun to attack. The jumping yellow sheep began to flee in all directions, some running towards the hunting team. The team members lurked nearby, motionless, watching the jumping yellow sheep pass by.
He used sign language to issue the command to attack. The moment the sign language was issued, more than 30 spears flew out. The hunting team also rushed out. Mu Bei was right. The golden lion was seriously injured. It was covered in blood and had a long wound on its stomach. The fact that the golden lion could hold on until now proved that it had a strong vitality.
Kill, the captain took the lead in the attack. A lion fights a rabbit, a beast is a beast and will not allow any mistakes. Everyone will not relax until the prey is dead. The golden lion was already half-crippled, with a very obvious wound on its stomach. The purple-eyed golden lion did not last for a few rounds, and its stomach was full of spears.
A beast with broken defense will not be too difficult for a hunting team to kill, even if it is a high-level beast. The law of the jungle: when you are weak, the ants will come up to take a piece of the pie.