The bird-billed mosquito flew all the way south, and finally flew near the swamp.
In an open space next to the swamp, more than fifty hunting team warriors from the Mosquito tribe built a temporary shelter against a big tree and lit a bonfire.
The roof of the shelter is made of the giant shield made by Jiang Xuan.
Among these Mosquito tribe hunting team warriors, the leader is a middle-aged man, who is the leader of the Mosquito tribe’s hunting team, named Tiger Mosquito.
Tiger mosquitoes are not tall, but they are very powerful and have very fierce eyes, giving people a sense of danger.
On his face, in addition to the totem pattern of the mosquito tribe, there are also three horizontal stripes painted in green, red, and yellow.
This means that he is a powerful three-color warrior!
"Buzz..."
The huge bird-billed mosquito flew back and landed on the tiger mosquito's shoulder.
"Did you find anything?"
Tiger Mosquito's voice is a bit rough and hoarse, which makes him even more fierce.
"Buzz buzz..."
The wings of the bird-billed mosquito made a special sound, and it flew up, flew a short distance south, and then flew back to the tiger mosquito's shoulder.
This is a very unique way of communication that only people from the mosquito tribe who have been exposed to bird-billed mosquitoes for a long time can understand it.
Tiger Mosquito glanced at the jungle to the south, then at the giant shield above his head, and said: "There are indeed other tribes in this forest."
A person next to him asked: "Chief, do we want to go there?"
Tiger Mosquito said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, we are not familiar with this forest. We will explore this tribe after dawn."
"Listen to the leader."
The more than fifty soldiers agreed, and then quietly roasted something on the campfire.
Some of their food is prey hunted during the day, some are wild vegetables dug nearby, and some wild fruits.
In the woods around them, there are more than a dozen bird-billed mosquitoes looking for food. When they are tired, they will stay on the branches to rest. When encountering dangerous situations, these bird-billed mosquitoes will also issue early warnings.
After eating, they left two of them to watch the night while the others lay down next to the bonfire to rest.
There are more than a dozen bird-billed mosquitoes guarding the campfire. Ordinary mosquitoes do not dare to approach at all, or if they get close, they will be eaten by the bird-billed mosquitoes as food.
Therefore, these mosquito tribesmen do not have to worry about being bitten by mosquitoes and can sleep peacefully in the jungle.
That night, it rained heavily, but because the roof was built in advance, the hunting team's bonfire was not extinguished.
The next day, under the leadership of Bird-billed Mosquito, the Mosquito Tribe hunting team quietly went in the direction of the Vine Tribe.
However, everyone in the Vine Tribe did not realize that the danger was approaching!
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In the first year of the establishment of the Vine Tribe, it was sunny on May 15th.
"Today is a good weather!"
Jiang Xuan came out of the bamboo house. At this time, the sky was blue, and the fish belly white appeared in the east.
It rained heavily last night, washing the forest clean, and even the air became much fresher.
Jiang Xuan walked to the open space in front of the bamboo house and found that the leaves of the fan grass had spread out again, like small fans, swaying slightly in the wind, which was very beautiful.
He walked to the pond again. It rained heavily last night, the water level in the pond was very high, and the water outlet was still flowing.
"Fortunately, the water inlet was blocked last night, otherwise the water would overflow the pond and all the fish would disappear."
After several months of hard work, the Vine Tribe now has three ponds.
The first pond is in front of the bamboo house, the second pond is in the middle of the farmland, and the third pond is at the end of the farmland.
Not only can these ponds be used to raise fish, but once the weather is dry, the water in the ponds can also be used to water crops in the fields.
Not only that, there are also a large number of frogs, toads and other frogs breeding in the pond, and they eat a lot of bugs every night.
Jiang Xuan walked not far when he found a man squatting in the field and working hard. He actually got up earlier than him.
Jiang Xuan walked over curiously and found that this person was Gan Song.
"Gan Song!" Jiang Xuan shouted.
"Chief."
Gan Song turned around and found that it was Jiang Xuan who quickly stood up to say hello. He also held a small stone hoe in his hand, which was covered with mud.
"What are you busy with here so early?"
"Chief, it rained heavily last night and the wind blew. It blew down the bamboo tube grass and clap flowers that were just planted yesterday. I lifted them up and cultivated a little soil."
Jiang Xuan walked over and took a look. Sure enough, there were many insect-eating plants that had been damaged by heavy rain and strong wind. Some of them had been lifted up by nard, and a lot of soil had been cultivated along the roots.
Jiang Xuan nodded and said: "It's rare that you remember these plants. Thank you for your hard work."
Gan Song immediately shook his head and said: "It's not hard, this is what I should do."
Jiang Xuan patted his thick shoulder and said: "I see everything you do for the tribe, Gan Song, the tribe will not treat you badly."
"Thank you, chief."
Gan Song grinned, showing his neat teeth. Being recognized by the leader was a kind of spiritual encouragement for him and made him more motivated.
Since he lost an arm, he has become stronger than before, and he is more eager to be recognized by others and does not want to be looked down upon by others.
This is also the reason why he worked so hard after he came to the Vine Tribe.
Jiang Xuan squatted down, and together with Gan Song straightened the swaying plants and cultivated the soil, they then returned to the bamboo house to have breakfast.
After finishing the meal, Jiang Xuan continued to polish a hard leg bone of a bighorn sheep.
He has been polishing this leg bone for several days, and the end is very sharp.
After polishing it, he tied the leg bone tightly to a spear shaft made of purple blood tree with bark rope, and then coated it with highly sticky fish bladder glue to prevent it from falling off.
After everything is done, a solid bone spear is ready.
"Whoop!"
Jiang Xuan waved the newly made bone spear a few times, feeling very comfortable with it, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"The bamboo spear is too light and too strong to be used smoothly, so the bone spear is better."
Jiang Xuan used to use bamboo spears made of bamboo. As his strength increased, his strength became several times stronger than before, and the light bamboo spears were obviously no longer suitable for use.
Because of this, he used the hard leg bones of bighorn sheep to grind a bone spear. Although it took a lot of time, it was still worth it.
"Buzz buzz..."
Just when Jiang Xuan made the bone spear and was about to go hunting in the mountains, he suddenly heard the buzzing sound of insects flapping their wings.
This buzzing sound is not as loud as the sound made by the giant dragonfly, but it is very dense, and there is obviously more than one.
At this moment, Gan Song, who was working in the distance, roared: "It's a giant mosquito, the mosquito tribe is coming!"
This loud roar alarmed everyone in the Vine tribe.
Those tourists had seen the brutality of the Mosquito Tribe, and they all screamed and ran towards the bamboo house, hoping to seek shelter from the Vine Tribe warriors.
Jiang Xuan, Chi Shao, Uncaria, Shi Loach, and Nan Xing immediately picked up their spears, short spears, bows and arrows, preparing to defend against the enemy.
When going out, Chi Shao grabbed Jiang Xuan and said seriously: "Xuan, if too many people come in a while, you should run away first and hide at the foot of the stone mountain. I will delay time for you."<
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Jiang Xuan said anxiously: "Sister, what nonsense are you talking about? I am the leader of the tribe!"
After saying that, Jiang Xuan would break away from Chi Shao and continue running forward.
However, Chi Shao held Jiang Xuan firmly and said, "Xuan, listen to me!"
Jiang Xuan's eyes were slightly red, and he turned back to stare at Chi Shao.
Chi Shao looked into Jiang Xuan's eyes and said: "Listen to me, our Teng tribe is too small. There are only a few people. If the leader is gone, everything will be lost."
"It doesn't matter if I die, as long as you are still there, the tribe will be there."
Chi Shao reached out and touched Jiang Xuan's face, and said gently: "You are the only relative I have, and I will never let you have any accidents, do you understand?"
Jiang Xuan's eyes turned red instantly. He nodded with difficulty and then rushed out resolutely. Chi Shao followed closely behind and ran in front of him with all his strength.