When Chen Zhen used the lens of his telescope to trap a big wolf in the snow nest, he saw the sharp gaze of the Mongolian grassland wolf. All the hair on Chen Zhen's body stood up like porcupine thorns, almost pushing his shirt away from his skin. Elder Billig was beside him. This time, Chen Zhen did not feel his soul leaving his body. However, cold sweat still seeped out from his pores. Although Chen Zhen had been in the grasslands for two years, he was still afraid of the giant wolves and wolf packs on the Mongolian grasslands. In the deep mountains far away from the camp, facing such a large pack of wolves, the frosty air he exhaled trembled. Chen Zhen and Elder Billig did not have a gun, a long knife, or a horse pole in their hands. They did not even have a pair of stirrups. They only had two staves. If the wolf pack smelled their popularity, they might have to be buried early.
Chen Zhen let out a shaky breath before turning his head to look at the old man. Billig was observing the wolf pack's encirclement through another telescope. The old man lowered his voice and said,"How dare you?" Like a sheep. You Han people are afraid of wolves from the bottom of your bones. Otherwise, why would the Han people lose every time they come to the grasslands? Seeing that Chen Zhen was silent, the old man tilted his head and whispered," Don't panic now. If you make some noise, it won't be a joke. Chen Zhen nodded and grabbed a handful of snow with his hand. The snow was crushed into a lump of ice in his palm.
On the opposite slope, a large group of yellow goats were still vigilantly snatching grass to eat, but they did not seem to have discovered the wolf pack's plot. One end of the wolf pack's encirclement was getting closer and closer to the two people's snow nest. Chen Zhen did not dare to move at all. He felt that he had almost frozen into an ice sculpture...
This was the second time Chen Zhen had encountered a large wolf pack on the grassland. At this moment, the fear of his first encounter with the wolf pack spread through his entire body. He believed that if any Han had experienced that kind of thing, his gallbladder would not be intact.
Two years ago, when Chen Zhen arrived at the border ranch from Beijing, it was late November. The Elun Grassland was already covered in white snow. The yurts of the educated youths had not been distributed yet, so Chen Zhen was arranged to live in the old man's house and was assigned to be a shepherd. One day more than a month later, he followed the old man to the field office more than 80 miles away to collect the study documents and buy some daily necessities. When he was about to go home, the old man, as a member of the ranch revolutionary committee, was suddenly left behind for a meeting. However, the field department instructed that the documents must be sent to the brigade immediately without delay. Chen Zhen could only ride back to the team alone. Before he left, the old man gave his fast and familiar Great Green Horse to Chen Zhen. He repeatedly reminded him not to take shortcuts and to walk along the main road. There were yurts every twenty to thirty miles along the way, so nothing would happen.
As soon as Chen Zhen got on the Great Green Horse, he immediately felt the powerful horse power of a high-quality Mongolian horse and had the urge to gallop. As soon as he climbed up a ridge and looked at the top of Chaganwola Mountain where the brigade was stationed, he immediately threw the old man's advice to the back of his mind. He gave up the route of taking the main road for more than twenty miles and took a shortcut to cut into the brigade.
The weather was getting colder and colder. After walking for about half of the journey, the sun was shivering and shrinking below the horizon. The cold air on the snow rose into the air, and the leather of the robe was already frozen solid. When Chen Zhen moved his arms, elbows, and waist, he would make a grinding sound. The Great Green Horse was covered in a layer of white sweat. The horse stepped on the thick snow, and its horse stance gradually slowed down. The hills rose and fell, one after another, and the surroundings were a desolate land where not a wisp of smoke could be seen. The great green horse was still trotting, not showing any signs of fatigue. It ran steadily, making it as comfortable as possible. Chen Zhen loosened the bit and let it control its strength, speed, and direction. Chen Zhen suddenly quivered as he felt inexplicably nervous. He was afraid of the great green horse getting lost, the weather changing, the snowstorm, and freezing to death in Ice and Snow Wilderness. However, he forgot to be afraid of wolves.
When they were about to reach the entrance of a valley, the ears of the Great Green Horse that were moving around and listening all around suddenly stopped. It then looked straight at the back of the valley entrance and began to breathe, its steps disordered. This was Chen Zhen's first time riding alone on the snowy plains, so he did not realize the danger ahead. The great green horse opened its nostrils and eyes wide in a hurry. It changed its direction on its own accord, wanting to take a detour. However, Chen Zhen still did not understand the horse's intention. He tightened his mouth and turned the horse's head to continue trotting forward. The Horse Stance became more and more chaotic, turning into a half-walking, half-running, half-jumping, but the hooves were strong and could run at any time. Chen Zhen knew that he had to cherish the horse's power in winter, so he tightly reined in the bit to prevent the horse from galloping.
Seeing that the series of warnings did not work, the Great Green Horse turned around and bit Chen Zhen's felt boots. Chen Zhen suddenly saw a faint sense of danger from the terrifying eyes of the great green horse. But it was too late. The great green horse trembled as it walked into the pitch-shaped opening of the Ghastly Valley.
When Chen Zhen suddenly turned his head to look at the valley, he was so frightened that he almost fell off his horse. On the snowy slope less than 40 meters away from him, a large group of Mongolian wolves with golden fur and murderous intent appeared under the sunset. All of them were staring at him from the front or the side. Their sharp gazes almost made him look like a porcupine. The wolves closest to him were as big as leopards. They were twice as thick, half as tall, and half as long as the wolves he had seen in the Beijing zoo. At this moment, the dozen or so big wolves that were squatting on the snow all stood up with a whoosh. Their long tails were all flat, like military sabers that were about to be unsheathed. They had their bows on the bowstrings, looking down from above, ready to kill. A White Wolf King was surrounded by large wolves. Its neck, chest, and abdomen were covered in grey-white fur, and they gave off a dazzling, white-gold light. It gave off a fierce and arrogant aura. There were no less than thirty to forty wolves in the entire wolf pack. Later, Chen Zhen told Bilig in detail about the wolf pack's battle formation at that time. The old man used his index finger to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead and said that the wolf pack was most likely in a meeting. There was a herd of horses on the other side of the mountain, and the wolf king was arranging a plan for his men to attack the herd of horses. Fortunately, this was not a pack of hungry wolves. A wolf with shiny fur was not a hungry wolf.
Chen Zhen had actually lost all consciousness at that moment. The last thing he could remember was a faint but terrifying sound coming from above his head, like the tiny, trembling clank of blowing silver dollars. This was definitely the sound of his soul being knocked out of the top of his head. Chen Zhen felt that his life had been interrupted for dozens of seconds. At that moment, he had already become a body with a soul out of his body, a body that was empty. A long time later, when Chen Zhen recalled his encounter with the wolf pack, he was extremely grateful to Abba Bilig and his Great Green Horse. Chen Zhen did not fall off his horse because he was not riding an ordinary horse. It was a famous hunting horse that had grown up in a wolf formation and had experienced hundreds of battles.
At this critical moment, the great green horse suddenly became unusually calm. It pretended not to see the wolf pack, or pretended to have no intention of stirring up the wolves 'gathering, and continued to walk slowly at the pace of a passer-by. It braced itself and controlled its hooves. It did not struggle or struggle, nor did it run wildly. Instead, it tried its best to steadily carry its temporary master on the saddle. Like an acrobatic master with a towering glass plate on his head, it nimbly adjusted its horse stance under Chen Zhen, carefully controlling the vertical axis of Chen Zhen's spine, not letting him lose his balance and fall into the wolf pack.
Perhaps it was the great courage and wisdom of the Great Green Horse that chased Chen Zhen's soul back. It was also possible that Chen Zhen suddenly received the spiritual love of Tengri (Heaven), which gave him confidence and determination for his soul that had lost its way to Heaven too early. When Chen Zhen's soul, which had been flying in the cold air for dozens of seconds, returned to his body again, he felt that he had been lucky enough to be resurrected and was surprisingly calm.
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