Chen Zhen forced himself to sit on the saddle, unconsciously imitating the Great Green Horse, mobilizing and gathering the remaining courage. He also pretended not to see the wolf pack, only nervously sensing the wolf pack near him from the corner of his eye. He knew the speed of the Mongolian grassland wolf. A target that was dozens of meters away could be accomplished in a few seconds by the Mongolian wolf. The horses and the wolves were getting closer and closer. Chen Zhen knew that he could not show any cowardice. He had to act like Zhuge Kongming, who had an empty fortress, and put on a posture that he had millions of soldiers in his chest and thousands of cavalry behind him. This was the only way to suppress the vicious and suspicious grassland killer, the Mongolian grassland wolf.
He could feel the alpha stretching his neck to look at the hill behind him. The pack of wolves had pointed their bowl-shaped ears in the direction of the alpha like radar. All the killers were quietly waiting for Wolf King's order. However, this lone horse without a spear and pole dared to pass by the wolf pack so boldly, which made the Wolf King and all the big wolves suspicious.
The sunset gradually disappeared. The horse and horse were getting closer to the wolf pack. These dozens of steps could be said to be the most dangerous and longest journey in Chen Zhen's life. The great green horse took a few more steps. Chen Zhen suddenly felt a wolf running towards the snowy slope behind him. He realized that it must be a spy sent by the Wolf King to check if there were any ambushes behind him. Chen Zhen felt that the soul that had been warming up in his body was about to leave his body again.
The great green horse's footsteps did not seem to be so calm anymore. Chen Zhen's legs and the horse's body were trembling, and a terrifying resonance quickly occurred, which then spread and amplified the fear of the horse and horse. The Great Green Horse's ears were turned back as it nervously watched the scout wolf. Once the wolf found out the truth, the horse and horse might just be the closest to the wolf pack. Chen Zhen felt like he was passing through a huge wolf's mouth. There were sharp fangs on the top and below. Perhaps the wolf's mouth would close with a crack when he walked between the upper and lower fangs. The great green horse began to squat back gently to gather its strength, preparing to fight to the death. However, a horse carrying a load would suffer once it started.
Chen Zhen suddenly called out to Tengri in his heart like a herdsman in a critical moment: Longevity Heaven, Tengri, please extend your arm and help me! He called Abba Billig softly again. The meaning of the word in the Biligmon language was wisdom. He hoped that the old father could quickly send the grassland wisdom of the Mongolians to his brain. There was no echo in the quiet Elun Plains. He raised his head in despair, wanting to take one last look at the beautiful icy blue Tengri.
Suddenly, the old father's words fell from the sky and struck his eardrums like lightning." Wolves were most afraid of guns, horse poles, and ironware. He did not have a gun or a horse pole. Did he have any iron weapons? The soles of his feet felt hot. He was stepping on a pair of huge steel stirrups. His feet trembled with ecstasy.
Abba Bilig gave him his horse, but the saddle was not changed. No wonder the old man had picked such a large pair of steel stirrings for him. It seemed that the old man had long expected that he would need it one day. However, the old man had told him that if he was a beginner, he would not be able to step on the horse steadily. If he was kicked down by the horse, he would be easily dragged into the stirrers and killed by the horse. This pair of stirrups had a wide opening, and the bottom was round. It was almost twice as big and twice as heavy as the ordinary shallow square bottom stirrups.
The wolf pack was waiting for the scouts, and the men and horses had already walked to the front of the wolf pack. Chen Zhen quickly pulled his feet out of the steel stirrups, bent down to pull the stirrups up, and grabbed one steel stirrups in each hand-life and death were at stake here. Chen Zhen held back his strength and turned around abruptly. He roared at the dense pack of wolves, then raised the heavy steel stirrups to his chest and smashed them fiercely.
"Dang, dang…"
The sound of steel hammers hitting the steel rails was crisp and high-frequency. It was deafening. In the silent grassland, it was like a sharp sword piercing towards the wolves. For wolves, this unnatural sound of steel was more terrifying than the sound of thunder in nature. It was also more intimidating than the sound of the steel trap that grassland wolves feared the most. Chen Zhen's first knock scared the entire wolf pack so much that they collectively trembled. He struck a few more times. Under the leadership of the wolf king, the entire wolf group turned around, turned their ears back, and shrunk their necks like a gust of yellow wind. They fled into the mountains. Even the wolf scout gave up on the mission and quickly returned to the team.
Chen Zhen could not believe his eyes. Such a terrifying and huge Mongolian wolf pack was actually repelled by two steel stirrels. He suddenly mustered up his courage. One moment, he struck the stirrups wildly, and the next moment, he used the beckoning gesture of a grassland herdsman. He swung his arms and shouted in the direction behind him, Holedon! Holedon! (Quick! Hurry!) There were many wolves here.
Perhaps the Mongolian wolf could understand Mongolian and the Mongolian hunter's hand gestures. The wolves were frightened by the hunting circle of the Mongolian hunters that they suspected. They quickly retreated. However, the wolf pack retreated in an orderly manner. The rushing wolf pack still maintained the ancient system and formation of the grassland wolf army. The fierce wolves charged, the wolf king stayed in front, and the giant wolves stayed behind. There was no chaos like the birds and beasts scattering. Chen Zhen was stunned.
The wolf pack disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a large area of snow and sand in the valley.
The sky was already dark. Before Chen Zhen could fully recognize the stirrups, the Great Green Horse had already shot out and sprinted towards the nearest camp it knew. The cold wind poured into his collar and sleeves, and Chen Zhen's cold sweat almost froze.
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