Batu rushed to the front of the horse herd and whipped the horse, forcing it to head east. At the same time, he switched his hands and placed the semi-automatic rifle on his chest and opened the safety, but he did not dare to shoot unless it was absolutely necessary. This group of military horses were still new recruits. If they fired, not only would they not scare away the wolf pack, but they would also scare the horses into exploding. Shac Ci Leng also followed Ba Tu and made all the necessary preparations. The white-haired wind blew more and more wildly. Their arms were already so tired that they could not swing the long horse poles. The big bubble was getting closer and closer. Usually, they could already smell the soda smell of the bubble. The anxious Ba Tu decided to fight fire with fire. He gathered all his strength and knocked the head of the horse, then desperately whistled for water. The human-like head horse and the herd of horses seemed to suddenly understand their master's warning. The south was the big bubble where the herd of horses drank water once every two days. The spring drought had continued, and the lake water had retreated to the center of the puddle. The puddle was surrounded by mud puddles, and only one or two passages that had been stepped on by livestock to drink water were considered safe. The rest of the places were deadly traps. Since the beginning of spring, many large livestock had been silted up or starved to death in the mud puddles. In the past, when the horses drank water, it was only under the guidance of the horsekeeper's whistle that the horses would dare to tremble in fear and follow the path that the horsekeeper had walked through to drink water. Even during the day, no horse would dare to charge at the big bubble at this speed.
Ba Tu's whistle was indeed effective. The horses who were familiar with the grassland immediately realized the great danger to the south. The horses neighed, trembling and wailing. The entire herd of horses only stopped for a moment before they began to collectively change direction and charge southeast with all their might against the fierce sideways wind. There were traps in the south and fierce wolves in the north. The southeast was the only way to escape. Every horse had their eyes wide open in fear. They lowered their heads and ran, gasping for breath. Not even a neigh could be heard. The horses were shrouded in the same tension and terror as a race to death.
The moment Ma Qun turned around, the battle situation changed. Once the horse formation went southeast, the side of the horse group with the least punches and kicks and the weakest defense was immediately exposed to the wolf pack that was charging with the wind, and the most lethal rear hooves of the horse group were placed in a useless place. The fierce side wind immediately slowed down the horses, weakening their weapons against the wolves. However, the side wind made the wolf pack even more powerful. Under normal circumstances, the speed of a wolf pack was faster than that of a horse herd, whether it was in the wind or in the wind. When the wind was favorable, the wolf was fast, but the horse was not slow either. The wolf wanted to jump into the air and bite the horse's back. It did not dare to jump directly from behind the ponytail. If it was not careful, it might encounter a smart horse. It would suddenly accelerate and let the wolf jump on the horse's hooves. It would either die or be injured. The wolf could only pounce from the side of the horse to succeed. However, the wolf's sideways pounce would affect the horse's speed. If the horse's speed was fast, even if the wolf pounced on the horse, it would not be able to catch the horse. At most, it would leave a few scratch marks on the horse's body, and the wolf's success rate of killing would also be reduced. At this moment, when the horse group had no choice but to change direction, it gave the wolf group a perfect opportunity to kill. The wolf pack chased the slow horse with the wind. There was no need to lean sideways. As long as the wolf jumped straight on the side of the horse, the wind would blow the wolf onto the horse's back, body, or neck. The wolf would use its sharp claws to grab the horse's body and use its sharp steel teeth to attack the vital parts of the horse. After it succeeded, it would immediately jump off the horse. If the horse intended to roll on the ground to shake off the wolf, it could deal with one wolf, but against a pack of wolves, it would only die faster. Once it rolled down, a pack of wolves would rush up and tear it apart.
The horses let out a shrill neigh, and one after another, their ribs and chests were bitten, blood splattering and flesh flying everywhere. The blood of the massacre made the crazy wolves extremely excited and cruel. They did not care about the fresh flesh that was already in their mouths, but they bit and slaughtered recklessly. More and more horses were injured, but the wolves continued to charge forward in waves, continuing to attack the horses in a frenzy. The alpha wolf and a few fierce alpha wolves were even more brutal. They jumped onto the horse, bit the horse skin and meat, and then bent down cross-legged. The soles of their feet pressed against the horse's body, and they suddenly exerted all their strength. Like a taut hard steel spring, they shot diagonally into the air, and a piece of flesh along with the horse hair was torn off by the wolf. The wolf spat out the meat in its mouth, rolled on the ground, got up, and ran a few steps to pounce on another horse. The pack of wolves that followed the alpha wolf scrambled to imitate it. Every wolf displayed the killing instinct left in their blood vessels by their predecessors to the fullest, fierce, and happy.
The horses were riddled with wounds and were dripping with blood. The blood spurted out onto the snow, and the cold snow covered the horse blood. The cruel grassland repeated the cruelty of ten thousand years. The wolves cruelly devoured countless living creatures on the thin grass of the Mongolian Plateau, leaving behind generations of cruel blood marks.
Under the pale and blurry light of the flashlight, the two stables once again witnessed the grassland massacre that happened almost every year. But this time, it was even more unacceptable. This was because this was a group of horses that were about to join the army and represented the pride and honor of the Elun Grassland. They were lucky horses that had escaped from the wolves in the grasslands one after another. They were also the precious treasures that the stables had raised after so many years of hard work. Batu and Shatslang could not even cry as they watched the wolf pack kill and ravage them. Their entire bodies were filled with anger and nervousness, but they had to hold it in, suppress it, and do their best to protect the remaining horses. Ba Tu was getting more and more worried. With his many years of experience, he felt that this pack of wolves was definitely not an ordinary pack. They were led by a wily wolf king who was especially familiar with the Elun Grassland. The male wolves who hated the stolen meat had gone crazy, and the female wolves who had lost their children were even crazier. However, the wolf king did not go crazy. From the wolf pack's repeated attempts to push the horses south, one could guess what the wolf king was trying to do. It was determined to drive the horses to the big puddle in the south at all costs. This was the usual tactic of the grassland wolf king. The more Ba Tu thought about it, the more afraid he became. He had seen wolves trapping yellow goats in mud puddles in the past, and he had also seen wolves driving cows and horses into puddles, but the numbers were not large. He had only heard the old people talk about wolves trapping an entire herd of horses in a puddle. Could it be that he really ran into such a pack of wolves tonight? Were they really going to swallow the entire herd of horses? Ba Tu didn't dare to continue thinking.
Batu used his flashlight to call out to Shacileng. The two stables risked their lives and rushed from the west side of the herd of horses to the east side of the herd, directly blocking the wolves. They used the horse pole and the flashlight to wave, hit, and shake the wolves. Wolves were afraid of light, and they were afraid of the glaring light. Two people and two horses ran up and down under the weak torchlight, finally blocking more than half of the defense line on the east side of the herd of horses. Ma Qun took a small breath from his great fear, quickly adjusting his panicked pace, seizing the last chance to charge towards the east of the big bubble. The horses understood that as long as they bypassed the bubble, they could run with the wind to their owners 'lambing camp. There were many yurts, many people they knew, many people shouting, many dazzling lights, and the horses' good friends, the fierce big dogs. When they saw the wolves, they would strangle them to death. Their owners and friends would come to save them.
However, wolves were the most patient warlords on the prairie, waiting for opportunities. Every time they seized an opportunity, they would squeeze it dry and squeeze it into dregs. Since they had made up their minds and seized this opportunity, they would swallow it whole and try to wipe it out at all costs, not letting a single horse escape. The horses had already reached the soda grass beach near the edge of the bubble. Their galloping hooves dug up the snow on the ground, as well as the dry soil under the snow and the choking soda ash and dust. The men and horses choked on their tears. At this moment, they knew that they were on the verge of death. The surrounding grassland was pitch-black. There were no bubbles, but one could feel them. The men and horses did not care about the dust choking their noses, their eyes blurred with tears, and they still forced their eyes open to face the front. Once the dust kicked up by the horses 'hooves was no longer blinding, it meant that the herd of horses had rushed up the gentle slope to the east of the big bubble. At that time, the entire herd of horses would automatically make a sharp turn, brushing the east edge of the bubble and running south with the wind.
Man, horse, and wolf ran in parallel. The wolf pack stopped attacking, but Batu was so nervous that he was sweating. More than ten years of experience in reining horses made him feel that the wolf pack was about to launch the final attack. If they did not attack, they would have no chance, and this pack of wolves would never give up this opportunity for revenge. Hopefully, the Alkaline Earth Ash would also stun the wolves and cause them to run blindly with the horses for a while. As long as the horses went up the gentle slope, he could shoot. He could scare the horses into turning and fleeing, kill the wolves to scare them, and even call for help. Ba Tu struggled to control his slightly trembling hands and prepared to fire at the wolf pack's dense area. Shac Zilang would also fire at him.
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