Livestreaming the Hunt

Wang Kui rubbed his sleepy eyes.

As soon as he turned his head, Scarface was lying on the wooden floor beside his bed, while Big Butt, Batu and Old Hei were squeezing its belly, basking lazily in the sun while shaking like a child sucking milk Tail, seems to be in a good mood.

He tidied up his equipment and turned on the recorder and drone.

In a short while, many viewers and fans who had received the launch push came in the live broadcast room, and soon the popularity was pushed to more than one million.

【Finally you are here! 】

[What about Lao Kui? Those Bantu people didn't come to sneak attack last night, did they? 】

[I heard that there was a tribal war in this live broadcast room yesterday? Come and see today! 】

[Yes, are you still playing today? 】

Wang Kui said hello to everyone, and seeing that most of the water friends were most concerned about the Bantu tribe, he explained: "There was no movement last night. The whole army was wiped out, and they didn't dare to rush over in a short period of time, because they would also be afraid, and at most they sent someone to sneak over to check the situation."

Get out of the thatched hut.

His whole body was covered with a layer of golden clothes by the sun, and fine sweat broke out from the tip of his nose soon.

In the village, the Chagomi people coming and going are driving the Bantu captives to carry wood and build new thatched houses. Thanks to the fact that the women of the tribe usually collect firewood, as long as the foundation is laid, they can build another house soon. Thatched cottages save a lot of time.

Seeing Wang Kui come out, Kamata, Garu and others immediately put down their work and walked over, with smiles and reverence on their faces, and pulled him to a small thatched hut that had just been built on the side of the village.

There was only one shelf in the room, and on it stood a flint spear, a pike catapult, and a recurve hunting bow.

On the lower floor, there are two huge wild boar skulls, as if they were being worshipped.

Those who have watched the live broadcast yesterday know that the three items above are demonstration weapons made by Lao Kui himself, and the two masked wild boars he hunted and killed below.

[666, did these people really confess to Lao Kui? 】

[I guess they just don't know how to carve, otherwise they would have made a real statue of Lao Kui on it, and put three sticks of incense on it! 】

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Not to mention the water friends, Wang Kui himself was stunned when he saw this. Now he only cares about how his canoe is doing.

The three of Kamata looked at each other, knowing that they couldn't keep him.

Then they returned to the east of the village, and the canoe had already been dragged to the sun to expose it to the sun.

After a day and a night of high-temperature smoking with thick smoke and outer flames, the canoe has turned black inside and out, and the moisture in the wood has basically been smoked dry. The surface is carbonized, and the hull is shaped like an enlarged version of rice husk. , about 6 meters long, about 1 meter wide and deep, and weighs more than 100 kilograms.

Equipped with a rowing paddle more than two meters long, it is made of planks and sticks, which is also a feature of Congolese rainforest canoes.

Because the water flow of the Congo River is very scary, the river is often bottomless, so it is impossible to use the boat poles, and it can only be rowed by manpower.

Wang Kui touched the hull with satisfaction.

Kamata greeted a few times, and Uribe immediately brought a smoked wild boar leg obsequiously.

He hadn't eaten in the morning, and Dazhi and the others were also hungry all the time. If there was food delivered to their door, of course they would not let it go.

After eating and drinking.

Wang Kui stroked a few times, indicating that he was leaving here.

Kamata asked Garu to take someone to help him drag the canoe to the edge of the stream. When he reached the port, Wang Kui let them board the boat one by one. He hammered his chest in a polite way, "I'm leaving! Go back!"

"Oh! Whoa!"

Seeing this scene, Jia Lu suddenly led everyone to kneel down, beat his chest with his left fist, and screamed excitedly, as if expressing respect, and as if praying for Lao Kui, looking at the gradually gone alone Canoe, eyes full of reluctance.

Maybe he didn't think of it himself.

A modern man who happened to meet last night would bring such amazing changes to his tribe.

on the creek.

Wang Kui slid the oars with both hands, and the bow of the canoe divided the current into two side waves, and began to march towards the big river that had crossed the bank before.

Their positions in the boat are based on Lao Kui's scarred face at the back, and Dalu, Batu, and Laohei at the front. This is the most suitable for the breeding state of the boat. Only by keeping the bow higher than the stern can the boat run fast. , and is not easily sunk by the oncoming waves.

Wang Kui's position is exactly in the rear third of the ship, with one foot on the inside of the boat and one on the side of the boat, "I and Scarface are pressing on the stern of the boat, which will make the rear more stable, so that the front It is easy to control and steer, and the power plant of modern ships is also arranged at the stern."

"My current posture is actually a special way of controlling the boat in South America. By stepping on the side of the boat with my left foot, I can precisely control the inclination and the angle of travel of the boat, but I don't recommend it for beginners, because it is easy to lose control , trampled the boat over with one foot, and even threw himself out."

The purple tactical diver card he bought from the time-limited merchant not only endowed him with powerful underwater survival and rescue capabilities, but also came with the professional technical operation of canoes and kayaks.

[Good guy, veterans don't dare to operate like you! 】

[Last time, I followed Lao Kui to climb the city, and now I am living very well in the underworld! 】

Three minutes later.

Wang Kui finally sailed from the creek to the main river, which is the river he came by boat at noon yesterday. The width of more than ten meters and the brick-red water flow divided the dense jungle on both sides into two, which is a bit scary. , This river is like a hole in the Congo rainforest that was cut open by a knife, and the blood of the jungle flows.

"When you come to this slightly larger river, you have to learn to judge the water potential, because the wild rivers are not controlled by artificial dams and sluices, and the water potential is very dangerous, especially the Congo River, which is not only deep, but also has various weird currents and eddies Line, if one is not careful, the ship will sink and fall into the water, and at that point, the gods will be hard to save!"

"The horror of the Congo River is enough to affect the differentiation of species. The same species on both sides of the river, because it hinders it, even has obvious regional differences. It is enough to show how unfathomable the Congo River is, and even natural species cannot cross it... "

Just as Wang Kui was explaining the horror of the river to everyone.

Suddenly, a cool wind blew on his face. Since there was no shelter on the river, his face was hot and red from the sun, so he could clearly feel the comfort brought by the cool wind.

The big butt even raised its head because of this, and split its front paws, trying to fully let itself be blown by the wind.

"It's not right!"