Lanmuzhabu pushed the fox fur hat behind his head and said," Ba Tu is your son. If you don't trust me, why don't you trust Ba Tu? Ask him if I want to be a hero who kills wolves? That day, the reporters in the alliance came to look for me on Ma Qun. Ba Tu was there too. If you don't believe me, ask him if I hid half the number.
The old man turned his head and asked Batu,"Is that true?"
Batu said,"There is such a thing." However, they didn't believe him. They had heard from the purchasing station how many wolf skins Lanmuzhabu had sold. As you know, the purchasing station will reward you with 20 rounds of bullets for hunting a wolf based on the quality of its hide. They had the account book and could find out easily. The reporter returned to the league and announced that Lanmuzhabu was about to catch up with Bu He. Later on, Lanmuzhabu was so scared that he even got someone else to sell his wolf skin.
The old man frowned and thought,"You two are too ruthless in fighting the wolves. You two are the only ones who have fought the most in the entire game."
Ba Tu argued," The grassland that our horse group is stationed in is closest to Outer Mongolia. There are also the most wolves. If we don't beat them hard, there will be more wolves coming from the boundary pillar. There won't be many foals left from back then."
The old man asked again,"Why are you two here, leaving Zhang Jiyuan alone to look after the horses?"
Batu said,"There are many wolves at night, so the two of us will take over his shift." During the day, he didn't do it before, so it wasn't as fast as the two of us.
The sun on the plateau in winter did not seem to rise high. Instead, it was getting closer and closer to the ground. The blue sky turned white, the yellow grass turned white, and the surface of the snow melted slightly, turning into a white mirror. The crowd, the dogs, and the convoy were all blurred by the intense white light. All the men took out their sunglasses and put them on, while the women and children covered their eyes with their hooves. A few cowboys who had already contracted snow blindness closed their eyes tightly, but they were still crying. The big dogs were still staring with their eyes wide open, observing the rabbits jumping in the distance, or lowering their heads to sniff the fresh long footprints of the foxes beside the road.
As they neared the enclosure, the dogs immediately noticed the foreign object on the snowy slope and rushed over with wild roars. Some of the dogs that were not fed were fighting for the leftover meat of the yellow goats that the wolves had abandoned. Balle of the Billig family and a few famous big hunting dogs in the group raised their manes and chased the smell of the urine and feces of the wolves on the snow. They rolled their eyes slowly and carefully identified and judged the number and strength of the wolf pack, as well as which wolf had been here. The old man said that Ba Le could recognize most of the wolves in the plains, and most of the wolves could recognize Ba Le. Balor's mane stood up, telling people that this pack of wolves had a powerful background.
People rode into the enclosure one by one and looked down carefully. Most of the dead yellow goats on the hillside had been eaten by the wolves until only their heads and bones were left. Old man Billig pointed to the wolf paw print on the snow and said," There were a few packs of wolves that came last night. He pointed at a few strands of grayish-yellow wolf fur and said that the two groups of wolves had fought before. It seemed that the wolves on the other side of the boundary pillar had also followed the smell of the yellow sheep. The food there was less, and the wolves were more powerful.
The horse team finally reached the ridge. The people were so excited that they shouted wildly as if they had discovered a treasure bowl. They also waved their hats at the convoy behind them. Gasmail took the lead and jumped out of the car, dragging the cow and running quickly. All the women jumped out of the car and beat their cows hard. The light carriages moved quickly.
Lanmu Zhabu looked at the hunting ground at the foot of the mountain, his eyes almost popping out. Wow, this pack of wolves is really amazing. These old yellow sheep were trapped. The year before last, we had more than 20 horse herders and cattle herders.
The old man Bilig reined in his horse and carefully scanned the snow nest and the surrounding mountains with his binoculars. Everyone reined in their horses and looked around, waiting for the old man to speak.
Chen Zhen also raised his binoculars. At the bottom of the slope was the snow nest where countless yellow goats were buried and where ancient warriors might have been buried. In the middle of the snow nest was a relatively flat area, like a frozen mountain lake. There were more than a dozen remains of the yellow goats on the slope beside the lake. The most shocking thing was that there were seven or eight yellow dots in the lake, some of which were still moving. Chen Zhen saw that they were the yellow goats that had been forced into the lake but had not yet completely sunk into the snow nest. There were dozens of large and small pits on the snow near the lake, and even more in the distance. They were all traces left behind by the yellow goats that had been destroyed. The snow lake was different from the water lake. Anything that sank into the lake would leave a clear mark on the surface of the lake.
Old man Billig said to Batu, You guys stay here and shovel the snow road. Then, the old man led Chen Zhen and Lanmu Zhabu slowly towards the " lake ". The old man said to Chen Zhen,"Be sure to see the footprints of sheep's hooves and wolf's claws before stepping. It's best not to step on places without grass."
The three of them carefully rode their horses down the slope. The snow was getting thicker and thicker, and the grass was getting lesser and lesser. After another dozen steps, the snow was covered with small holes the size of chopstick heads. Each hole had a dry, yellow, and tough grass stem sticking out. These small holes were made by the wind blowing the grass tip on the snow. The old man said,"These small holes are the air holes that Tengri made for the wolves. Otherwise, the snow is so deep, how can the wolves smell the dead animals buried under the snow?" Chen Zhen smiled and nodded.
The small holes and the tips of the grass were signs of safety. After walking a few dozen steps, there would be no more holes or tips on the snow. However, the hoof prints of the yellow sheep and the wolf's paw prints were still clearly visible. The strong Mongolian horse stomped through the hard snow shell that was three fingers thick and sank into the deep snow. Step by step, it approached the snow lake and walked towards the nearest pile of yellow sheep bones. The horses finally stopped moving. The three of them got off their horses and immediately broke through the snow shell, sinking into the deep snow. The three of them laboriously created a platform for themselves to turn around. Beside Chen Zhen's feet was a eaten yellow goat, lying in the snow, and a pile of frozen grass in the stomach of the yellow goat. About thirty to forty big yellow goats were caught and eaten by the wolves in this area, and the wolves stopped here.
Looking up, Chen Zhen had never seen such a strange and tragic scene: Eight or nine yellow goats of all sizes were shivering on the snowy slope a hundred meters away and on the lake further away. The sheep was surrounded by snow pits, where the other yellow sheep were buried. The living sheep were so scared that they didn't dare to take another step, and the remaining small piece of snow shell could break at any time. There were also a few yellow goats whose four thin legs were all stuck into the snow, but their bodies were held up by the snow shells and remained on the surface of the snow. The sheep was still alive, but it could no longer move. These free elves, who were the best at running, were now suffering from hunger and cold, unable to move an inch, and were enduring the final cruel torture of the Grim Reaper. The most shocking thing was that there were still a few heads of the yellow sheep sticking out of the snow. The heads of the sheep had all been buried in the snow. Perhaps the sheep had stepped on a small hill or a pile of corpses of their companions, so they were able to show their heads. Through the binoculars, Chen Zhen seemed to be able to see the sheep opening its mouth to call for help, but no sound came out of its mouth. Perhaps those yellow goats had already frozen to death or suffocated to death, frozen into statues in the last moment of their lives.
The snow shells on the surface of the snow slopes and the snow lakes were glowing with a beautiful luster like white ice, but they were sinister and cold. They were the most lethal hidden weapons and cold weapons that Tengri had given to the wolves and the people of the prairie to protect the prairie. The snow crust on the mountains of the Elun Plains in winter was the masterpiece of the grassland's white wind and sunlight. The white wind blew away the soft snowflakes, leaving behind snowflakes that were as dense as iron sand. The snow sand fell on the snow, covering the soft layer of snow with a layer of hard snow. In the morning or noon when the sun was strong and there was no wind, the snow would melt slightly. Once the cold wind blew in the afternoon, the snow would condense again. After a few snowstorms, the snow surface formed a three-finger thick snow shell. There was ice in the snow and snow mixed in the ice. It was harder than snow and slightly brittle than ice. It was flat and smooth, and its thickness varied. The thickest part of the body could bear the weight of a person, but most parts of the body could not withstand the stomping of the yellow goat's sharp hooves.
The scene in front of them was even more terrifying. All the yellow goats that the wolves could reach had been dug out of the snow pits by the wolves. There were vertical trenches on the edge of the deep snow, which were the marks left by the wolves dragging the prisoners. At the end of the snow moat were slaughterhouses and picnic grounds. The yellow sheep was eaten very wastefully, and the wolves only picked the internal organs and good meat to eat. The snow was a mess. The wolf pack had obviously heard the movement of the humans and dogs. They had just retreated, and the snow and sand brought by the wolf's feet were still rolling on the snow. A few puddles of wet snow melted by wolf feces had not completely frozen.
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