Thick black clouds rushed out of the horizon of the northern border, rolling and spiraling, straight into the blue sky, as fierce as thick smoke and black fire. In an instant, the clouds engulfed the shadow of the mountain and pressed down on the top of the ranch like a huge black palm. The orange sunset in the west had not yet been covered by the northern wind that carried dense snowflakes. In an instant, it swept across the vast Elun Grassland. Under the sunlight, the flying snowflakes were like hundreds of millions of hungry locusts, flapping their yellow wings and scrambling to pounce on the fertile pasture.
As the saying goes, wolves flee with the wind. The wolves of the Elun Grassland, who had been operating as guerilla fighters for decades, followed this rare opportunity to cross the boundary pillar, jump over the fire road, and rush across the border patrol road, killing their way back to the Elun Grassland. Outside the country, it is cold and cold, the grass is sparse, the sheep are sparse, the mountains are poor, the wolves are hungry. This year, the meat stored by the wolves in the winter under the snow was stolen, and the spring famine outside the country intensified. It was difficult for the wolves to capture the yellow sheep with light hooves. A large number of hungry wolves had already gathered at the border. The wolves that entered this round had especially red eyes, especially big appetites, especially cruel methods, and especially reckless behavior. Almost every wolf rushed over with the intention to take revenge. However, the Eilun Grassland was busy digging wolf nests within its borders and was not on guard against external threats.
In the middle and late 1960s, the grassland weather forecast did not show any signs of rain or sunshine. Director Wu Liji said that the weather forecast was nonsense. Other than Billig and a few other elders who expressed their concern about the ranch's leadership transferring so much labor to dig out the wolf's den, no one else had warned them about the cold current and wolf disaster in advance. Even the border guards, who had always been concerned about the people and animal husbandry production, did not expect and remind them in time. In the past, once they found the tracks of a big wolf pack on the border patrol road, they would immediately inform the station and the herdsmen. The plains at the border of the Eilun Grassland had low hills and no obstructions. The cold wind and white-haired wind were often as fast as lightning, and the grassland wolves, who were very good at weather warfare, often used the wind to successfully organize lightning battles.
In the northwest of Elun, a new herd of horses had just gathered in a warm grassland. These were the top quality horses that a regiment of Inner Mongolia militia cavalry had selected from a dozen horse herds in the Elun Grassland. There were seventy to eighty of them. These few days, he was only waiting for the medical report. As long as there was no gangrene, he could immediately set off. Combat readiness was tight, and the responsibility of looking after the army horses was heavy. The representatives of the ranch army and the Revolutionary Committee specially selected four stable boys with good sense of responsibility, alertness, courage, and horse skills. They were divided into two groups and took turns on duty 24 hours a day and night. Batu, the commander of the second militia team, was the team leader. In order to prevent the horses from running back to their original herd, Batu had all the horses stay dozens of miles away from this place. It had been windy and warm the past few days. The water was clear and the grass was dense. There were also the sparse first spring buds to nibble on. Kou Zhun's army was so happy that they did not think of Shu and never scattered. The four stables also did their best. A few days passed and nothing happened.
When the cold wind stopped, the grassland white-haired wind swept over. The lake water poured into the grass beach, and the herd of cattle broke through the corral. The yurt at the wind vent was blown into a big bowl and scattered after a few rounds. The roof of the cart-covered felt carriage that was traveling against the wind was lifted, and the felt of the cart-covered felt flew into the sky. The snowflakes were so thick that one could not see the horse's head and ponytail. The snowflakes flew at high speed like sand shot from a sand gun, leaving behind hundreds of millions of white flying marks as if white hair was dancing in the sky. The old man said that there was a shaman in ancient Mongolia who once said," White-haired wind, white-haired wind. It's a white-haired monster with disheveled hair that goes crazy." The white-haired wind was famous for his words. Between heaven and earth, on the grasslands, people and animals are afraid of the wind. Thousands of people shouted, horses neighed, dogs barked, and sheep barked. In an instant, they combined into one voice. The giant white-haired monster roared.
The people who were preparing to continue digging the wolf cave were trapped in the distant mountains and were in a dilemma. Most of the hunters who had returned had lost their way. Almost all the laborers, old, weak, women, and children left behind in the herd were mobilized to chase and intercept the herd. In the grasslands, whether or not one could protect their savings from years of hard work often depended on a day or a night.
The first target of the wolves that crossed the border was the fat army horses. That day, old man Billig thought that the military horses had been sent away at the stipulated time. When the white hair wind blew, he was secretly glad. It was only later that he found out that Ma Qun had been delayed by a day due to the medical report. As for the reporter who had delivered the report, he had followed the military representative Bao Shungui up the mountain to retrieve the wolf cubs. This spring, there were a lot of wolf pups that were dug out. There were no less than a dozen litters and more than a hundred of them. The mother wolf who had lost her cubs joined the wolf pack, making the wolf pack particularly crazy and cruel this year.
The old man said that this fighter jet was given to Wolf King by Tengri. This must be the target of revenge chosen by the White Wolf King who was familiar with the Elun Grassland.
As the sound of the wind rose, Ba Tu immediately bent his body and rushed out of the simple felt bag of the stable shepherd. It was his turn to rest during the day. Batu had already been on several night shifts in a row. He was tired, but he still couldn't sleep. He didn't sleep the entire day. Ba Tu, who had grown up in a herd of horses, had suffered countless losses from the White-haired Wind and the wolf pack. The suspicious peace that had been going on for many days had made his nerves tense like the strings of a horse-headed zither. His head would buzz at the slightest movement. The stables all remembered the grassland proverb written in blood: In the Mongolian steppe, there was no peace behind peace, and danger behind danger.
Ba Tu immediately smelled the scent of the white-haired wind as soon as he came out of the bag. When he looked at the northern sky and the wind direction, his purple-red wide face instantly turned purple-gray, but his amber eyes were shining in shock. He hurriedly turned back into his bag and kicked his sleeping companion, Shacileng, awake. Then he hurriedly took the flashlight, pulled the bolt, pressed the bullet, tied the horse stick, put on the leather robe, put out the fire, and did not forget to bring two leather jackets to the stables on duty. The two of them carried their guns and carried a two-foot-long flashlight. They mounted their horses and ran towards the horses in the north.
At the top of the West Mountain, the sun set and the Elun Grassland turned dark. Just as the two horses rushed down the hill, they collided head-on with the white-haired wind like a tsunami avalanche, and the horses were immediately swallowed up. People were choked by the white-haired wind until their faces turned purple, and they could not open their eyes because of the snow and sand. Their horses were also startled by the wind. The two horses seemed to have smelled something. Their heads were shaking wildly, and they kept trying to turn around and escape from the wind. The two of them were very close to each other, but Ba Tu could not even see his own fingers. He was so anxious that he shouted, but he could not hear Shac Leng's reply. The wind and snow roared, drowning everything. Batu tightened his grip on the horse bit and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He calmed himself down, then turned the horse pole upside down, held the big flashlight, and turned on the switch. Usually, it was like a small searchlight that could illuminate horses a hundred meters away. At this moment, the visibility was only a dozen meters at most. The light beam was filled with dense white fur. Soon, a snowman and snowhorse appeared in the light beam, and a pale white light beam shot towards Ba Tu. The two of them drew a circle with the light and struggled to control the frightened horses. Finally, they were close to each other.
Ba Tu grabbed Sha Ci Leng, lifted his hat, and shouted at him," Stand still and intercept the horses. They had to drive the horses east to avoid the big bubbles on Mount Jiazi. Otherwise, it would all be ruined.
Shac Ci Leng also shouted at Ba Tu's face," My horse was frightened, as if there was a wolf. How can the four of us hold on?
Ba Tu shouted,"I have to fight even if I have to risk my life…"
With that, the two of them raised their flashlights and shone them towards the north. They shook the light beam continuously to signal their other two companions and Ma Qun.
A gray horse with gray manes suddenly charged into the two beams of light. It slowed down a few steps and stopped abruptly beside Ba Tu, as if it had met its savior. The big gray horse was still in shock. It panted heavily. There was a bite on its neck, and its chest was full of blood. The wound was steaming, and it dripped into strips of blood ice. When Shac Ci Leng's mount saw the blood, it jumped up in shock. Then, it lowered its head, straightened its neck, and ran wildly with the wind. Ba Tu could only hurriedly mount his horse and chase. The big gray horse also disappeared.
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