As for the horses that had their bellies cut open by the wolves, they were originally full horses with big bellies. Their stomachs were filled with the first grass of spring and the autumn grass of the previous year. They were full and full of water, so they fell heavily. The moment the wolf's teeth split open the horse's thin belly, the huge stomach and the fat intestines slid down to the snow. The two hind legs of the horse, which were still galloping, followed up with a few fierce hoofs, breaking his stomach sac and entangling his intestines. In an instant, his stomach burst open, and his stomach food flew everywhere. The frightened horse was still running. Its hind hooves trampled on the stomach, stomach, esophagus, liver, and gallbladder in the abdominal cavity. Finally, it stepped on the trachea, heart, and lungs in the chest cavity and pulled them out. Big Horse might have stepped on his own liver and gall, causing him to die from a burst of gall. It was also possible that he had crushed his own heart and died of a broken heart. Or they would crush their own lungs and suffocate to death. The wolf's suicide was extremely cruel and painful, so the wolf would not let its companion die a quick death. The wolf used this method to let the horse have a taste of suicide with it. Although the horse was killed by the wolf, the horse also committed suicide. The horse died in even more pain, injustice, and misery.
The last round of crazy suicide attacks from the wolf pack had completely destroyed the organized resistance of the horse group. The grassland had become a slaughterhouse. Horses whose chests had been hollowed out by the hooves of horses were convulsing and rolling on the snow. Their chests that were originally filled with hot blood and heat were instantly filled with ice and snow. The horses that fell to the ground continuously struggled. The blood of the horses splattered and dyed the flying snow red. Tens of thousands of blood beads and red sand swept across the fleeing horses. The bloody snow and bloody wind continued to blow, driving them towards their final death.
Ba Tu was so frightened by the wolf's suicidal revenge that his limbs stiffened, and his cold sweat froze. He knew that the situation was hopeless and he could not save the situation. However, he still wanted to keep a few of the leading horses, so he tightened the bit to hold the horse's strength, then suddenly clamped the horse's stomach and loosened the bit. The horse jumped over the wolf in front of him and rushed to the leading horse. However, the horses had already been scattered by the wolf pack. The army was defeated like a landslide. All the horses fled with the wind. The frightened horses had already forgotten that there was still a bubble in the south. They charged at the big bubble at a sprinting speed.
The downhill terrain that was close to the bubble increased the speed of the horses. The increasingly fierce white-haired wind accelerated the horses to a soaring state with the force of the mountains and seas. The entire herd of horses was like a huge rock that was rolling down the mountain and rushed into the big mud pond. In an instant, thin ice cracked and mud splashed. The entire herd of horses broke through the ice shell and fell into the mud pond. The horses neighed in despair and struggled desperately. The fear and hatred of the horses towards the wolves had reached the peak. The horses that were trapped in the mud pond hesitated for a moment before they unanimously used their last strength to crawl into the depths of the mud pond. Even if they sank deeper and deeper, they did not care at all. They would rather commit suicide and die in the mud pond than feed themselves to the wolves and let their feud succeed. This herd of horses, which had been stripped of their power and had their males cut off, were still desperately putting up a final resistance even at the end of their lives, using collective suicide to counterattack the suicidal attack of the wolf pack. They were the strongest lifeforms on the ancient Mongolian steppe.
However, the cruel grassland despised the weak and still did not give the weak a last bit of mercy. The sudden drop in temperature at night had quickly frozen the surface of the pond into a thin layer of ice. Although the edge of the bubble had frozen through, the surface of the pond was not frozen enough to withstand the horses. When the horses broke through the mud ice and fell into the pond, they encountered a thicker mud than usual. The blizzard made the mud colder and more sticky, which also made the mud more difficult to move. The horses desperately crawled, dug, and dug deeper into the mud. With every step they took, more snow, sand, and cold wind were poured into the gap between the horses and the mud. The entire herd of horses stirred the mud into a colder and more viscous state. Ma Qun was finally exhausted, unable to move. The horses in front of them could not sink any further. The horse that was charging at the back had all four of its legs sunk in. The horse's belly was stuck to the mud, and its entire body was exposed. It could not sink in. At this moment, the entire herd of horses was like prisoners on death row in an execution ground, bound tightly by the cold, sticky, and gradually freezing mud. The horses that were about to die neighed in grief and despair. A white mist rose from the ice and snow, and a layer of white frost covered the horse fur that was covered with sweat and ice. Ma Qun understood that no one could save them now, no one could stop the wolf pack from massacring them.
Ba Tu reined in his horse and carefully ran to the side of the bubble. The moment the Big Black Horse stepped on the mud ice, it immediately blew its nose in fear and lowered its head, nervously looking at the ice and snow pond, not daring to take another step forward. Batu shone his flashlight into the bubble. Only when the white-haired wind weakened slightly could he vaguely see the shadows of the horses. The horses shook their heads weakly and made a dying cry for help to their masters. Ba Tu was so anxious that he used the heel of his riding boots to hit the horse's belly, forcing the black horse to move forward. The big black horse carefully walked forward for five or six steps, and its front hooves broke through the ice shell and sank into the mud. It was so shocked that it hurriedly jumped back and only stopped when it jumped to the solid ground beside the bubble. Ba Tu hit the horse's buttocks with his horse stick again, but the black horse refused to move forward no matter what. Ba Tu really wanted to get off his horse. He wanted to climb to the side of the herd and use his spear to protect them. However, if he got off his horse, the horse and horse would be separated, and he would be trapped in the wolf pack. Then, he would lose the advantage of waving his horse club and the Big Black Horse's iron hooves from above. The wolf pack would no longer be afraid of him, and the horse and horse would be torn apart by the wolf pack. Moreover, he only had ten bullets. Even if he had the ability to kill a wolf with one shot, he could not kill all the wolves. Even if he could drive away the wolves, the increasingly cold white-haired wind would freeze the entire herd of horses and the mud pond together in the second half of the night. What if he immediately rushed back to the brigade to call for help? With such a strong wind, every family was desperately guarding the sheep. The brigade simply could not spare enough manpower and ox carts to pull the horses out of the mud pond. Ba Tu's face was covered in icy tears. He faced the east and pleaded," Tengri, Tengri, Tengri of immortality, please give me wisdom, please give me divine power, help me save these horses! However, Tengri puffed up his cheeks and continued to blow and roar wildly, dispersing Ba Tu's voice with an even more violent white wind.
Batu wiped away the ice tears with his lamb skin hoof sleeve and buckled the horse club belt on his wrist. Then, he loosened the strap of the gun and held the gun body and flashlight with his left hand, waiting for the wolves. At this moment, the only thought left in his mind was to kill a few more wolves.
After a long time, Ba Tu was so cold that he couldn't even sit properly on his saddle. Suddenly, the wolf pack blew into the mud pond from behind him like a low gust of wind. It stopped at the eastern edge of the mud pond and disappeared into the rising misty snow. After a while, a thinner wolf suddenly emerged and carefully walked towards the herd of horses, testing the hardness of the ice under its claws with every step. Batu felt that the wolf was too small and did not shoot. The wolf walked a dozen steps, then suddenly raised its head and sped up, running toward the herd of horses. Before it could reach the herd of horses, a white tornado suddenly blew from the shore of the lake towards the herd of horses. Then, it spun around the herd of horses rapidly, sweeping up the snow all over the lake. They were like a large group of barbaric barbarians with long hair and white hair, surrounding the bonfire in the circle and the tied up living beasts and humans, singing and dancing wildly, appetizing and enjoying themselves.
Ba Tu could not open his eyes because of the snow and sand. He only felt cold, so cold that his entire body trembled. The Big Black Horse, which had an unusually sensitive sense of smell, trembled all over from the snow and sand. It lowered its head and whined intermittently. In the dark night, the long white hair once again covered the grassland massacre that had turned blood into ice.
Batu, who was almost frozen, numbly turned off the light and plunged himself into complete darkness. Then, he lowered his head and aimed the muzzle at the big bubble. However, he suddenly raised the muzzle by a foot and slowly fired one shot, two shots, three shots...
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