When Ba Tu finally managed to grab the reins of Sha Ci Leng's horse, the herd of horses had just rushed to their side. Under the blurry torchlight, all the horses that could be seen were like the big gray horse, scared out of their wits. The herd of horses neighed in the wind, kicking as they ran. The hundreds of horses 'hooves, trembling crazily, stirred up a violent wave of snow, drowning the even fiercer torrent below the horses' waists. When Ba Tu and Sha Ci Leng both aimed the beam of light at the horses, Sha Ci Leng was so frightened that he rushed forward and hugged the horses 'necks, almost falling off his horses. Although the light from the torchlight was blurry in the snow, the sharp eyes of the two stables could see the wolves under the herd of horses. There were one or two big wolves chasing and biting almost every horse beside the herd. Every wolf's fur was covered in snow, and their bodies were snow-white. The wolf's waist had also swelled up a lot more than usual. It was frighteningly large and white. White wolf pack, ghost wolf pack, and the vicious wolf pack that scared the stables to death. The wolves that would usually run away in fear when they saw the flashlight were now filled with hatred. They were as domineering as the alpha wolf and the female wolf, without fear.
Ba Tu was sweating guiltily. He felt that he had bumped into the Wolf God and was about to be punished by Tengri. Even though every herdsman of the Elun Grassland would eventually be buried in the wolf's belly, they hoped that their bodies would be cleaned up by the wolves and their souls would return to Tengri. It had been like this for a thousand years, and it had been calm for a thousand years. However, every half-healthy person was afraid of wolves and was unwilling to be eaten by wolves before their lifespan was up.
Ba Tu and Sha Ci Leng did not see the other two stables for a long time. They were probably frostbitten by the white-haired wind and taken away by their frightened mounts. The two stables were on the day shift. They did not have guns, flashlights, or thick leather robes. Ba Tu hardened his heart and said,"Don't worry about them, saving Ma Qun is more important!"
Ma Qun was still running wildly within Ba Tu's light pillar. Seventy to eighty quasi-military horses were the heart and soul of the dozen or so horse herds and dozens of stables present. They were of noble blood and pure breed. They were the world-famous Ujumqin horses among the Mongolian warhorses in history, known as Turkic horses. They all had beautiful bodies, and they were able to endure hardships, hunger, thirst, heat, and cold. They could run fast and long. Usually, these horses were the mounts of the stables and the heads of the field. This time, for the sake of war preparations, the pasture was allocated to the militia cavalry division. If the horses were fed to the wolves or died in the water, the stables would tear them apart like wolves. When Ba Tu thought of those horsekeepers who were usually unruly, his blood rushed to his head.
Ba Tu saw that Sha Ci Leng was a little hesitant, so he galloped over and hit his head with a pole. He pinned Shacileng's horse with his own horse and pinned him next to the herd of horses. Then, he waved the flashlight at his face a few times and shouted," If you dare to run, I'll kill you! I'm not afraid, but the horse I'm riding is! Shatzleng used the reins to whip the horse's head a few times before he could control it. Then, he turned on the flashlight and waved the horse pole as he charged toward the herd of horses. The two of them used their torchlights to lead the herd of horses. They used their lashing poles to whip some of the horses that did not listen to their commands and ran with the wind, pushing the herd of horses to the east. Ba Tu estimated that this place was getting closer and closer to the big bubble. At most, it was about twenty miles away. The army horses were all castrated with high heads and wide chests. They were not burdened by the ordinary horses, such as pregnant mares, young horses, ponies, and old horses. The horses ran very fast. At this speed, the entire herd of horses would rush into the mud in less than half an hour. The worst thing was that the big bubble in front of him was narrow from north to south and wide from east to west. It was long and horizontal in front of him. If the wind direction did not change, it would be difficult to bypass it. Ba Tu felt that the bubble was like the mouth of a giant demon, waiting for the wind monster and the Wolf God to send it a fat horse feast.
The direction of the white-haired wind didn't change at all. It faced north and continued to roar fiercely. In the darkness, Ba Tu could sense the height of the terrain, the direction of the earth veins, and the degree of softness of the ground from the changes in the grassland. He could determine his location and the direction of the wind. Ba Tu was burning with anxiety. He felt that those female wolves who had their wolf nests emptied and lost their wolf cubs were even crazier than the wolf king. He couldn't care less about the fact that he was surrounded by wolves, that the wolves might bite his mount at any time, and that he might lose his footing and fall into the midst of these hungry, hateful, and crazy wolves. He shouted desperately and whipped wildly with the horse pole. He only had one thought left, and that was to stabilize the morale of the army, gather the scattered horses, and drive them out of the south direction, bypassing the big bubble. Then, he would drive the horses to the yurt gathering area and use the dogs and people to deal with the wolves.
Under the guidance of the torchlight and the whipping and howling of the two stables who never left the herd, the horses gradually regained their consciousness, as if they had a backbone. A large white horse volunteered to be the leader of the new herd. Ba Tu and Sha Ci Leng immediately aimed the light beam at the leading horse. With a head horse, the herd of horses became excited. They quickly regained the team spirit of the Mongolian warhorses and formed a traditional formation that had been used for thousands of years to deal with the wolf pack. The leading horse suddenly issued a long neigh, and the formation that had been disrupted by the wolf pack suddenly gathered towards the leading horse, side by side, belly to belly, tightly packed. Hundreds of hooves simultaneously increased their downward force, stomping, kicking, and slamming. The wolves were caught off guard, and the ferocious wolves lost their advantage for a moment. A few wolves that were trapped under the stomachs of the horses were tightly surrounded by the fence-like legs of the horses. They could not jump out or escape. Some of the wolves had their legs crippled, their backbones broken, and their heads broken by the dense horseshoes. They let out mournful cries and howls, sounding even more human-like than White-Hair Wind. Ba Tu heaved a sigh of relief. He estimated that at least two or three wolves had been kicked to death by the horse hooves. He could remember this area. When the wind cleared up, he would be able to return to skin the wolves. After the slaughter, the horses quickly adjusted their formation. The timid horses were inside, and the strong horses were outside. They used their explosive and powerful iron hooves to form a defensive line that was like a chain of iron fists.
They were getting closer and closer to the big bubble. Ba Tu was satisfied with the regular formation of the horses that had just been formed. This formation was easy to command. As long as the leader horse was controlled, it was possible to drive the horses to the east of the bubble in the remaining time. However, Ba Tu was still fearful. This pack of wolves was not ordinary. Mad wolves could not be fought. The more they fought, the fiercer they became. The more they killed, the crazier they became. No one on the grassland was afraid of the vengeful nature of mad wolves. The wolf pack must have heard the wolf's scream just now. The road behind them was filled with danger. Ba Tu looked at the herd of horses. Quite a number of them had already been bitten. This group of horses were all good horses, warhorses, and horses that had fought with the wolf pack. Even if they were injured, they would still run with the group, desperately maintaining the formation and not giving the wolf pack a chance to attack.
However, this group of horses had a fatal weakness. All of them were gelding horses, and they lacked fierce and aggressive horses (male stallions) that could take the initiative to attack the big wolf. In the Mongolian steppe, every herd of horses had a dozen or so horse families of various sizes, and each family had a son. Those who had long manes that reached their knees and were taller than other horses were the real leaders and killers in the herd. Once they encountered the wolf, the horses immediately formed a circle under the command of their children. The mares and ponies were inside, and the horses were outside. All the children were fighting the wolf outside the circle. They scattered their long manes and roared. They stood up with their two hind hooves and hung over the wolf's head like a small mountain. Then, their front bodies suddenly fell down and used their two huge front hooves to smash the wolf's head and body. Once the wolf ran away, the horses would lower their heads and chase after it, even scratching and biting. The largest, fiercest, and most violent horses could bite the wolf, throw the wolf into the sky, fall to the ground, and then scratch it to death. In the grasslands, no matter how ferocious the wolf was, it was not a match for a son or a daughter. Regardless of day or night, the son and daughter would guard the herd of horses vigilantly. Even if the herd of horses were frightened by wolves, lightning strikes, or mountain fires, the son and daughter would protect their family from all sides, trying to reduce the casualties of their family's wives, children, and children, and lead the herd of horses to a safe place.
At this moment, Ba Tu missed his son so much. However, the temporary leader horse in the White-haired Wind and all the horses in the herd were castrated. Although they were strong and powerful, they had lost their males and were not aggressive. Batu groaned inwardly. The regular army had not come to the ranch to recruit military horses for several years. People had almost forgotten the consequences of not having a son in the army. Even if someone thought of it, they would think that the military horses would leave in a few days anyway. Once the military horses left, it would have nothing to do with the ranch. This was something that was almost impossible to go wrong, but it still allowed the wolf to take advantage of the loophole. Ba Tu had to admire the wolf king's vision. It had probably long discovered that this was a group of horses without a son.
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