Chen Zhen finally saw the fierce battle between humans and dogs and wolves at a close distance under the flashlight on a snowy night in the middle of winter in his first year in the grasslands...
"Chen Chen!" "Chen Chen!"
Late that night, Chen Zhen was suddenly awakened by the urgent cries of Kasmai and the wild roars of the dogs. When he hurriedly put on his felt boots and leather robe and rushed out of the bag with a flashlight and a horse club, his legs trembled violently again. Through the light of the flashlight, he saw Kasmai pulling the long tail of a big wolf. The wolf was about the length of an adult from head to toe, and she actually wanted to pull the wolf out of the tightly packed flock of sheep. The wolf desperately wanted to turn around and bite, but the scared silly sheep were afraid of both the wolf and the wind. They desperately rushed to the dense flock of sheep behind the wind barrier, squeezing the snow between the sheep's bodies into steam, and also squeezing the wolf's front body until it could not move. The wolf could only use its claws to claw the ground, jump forward and bite, and desperately tug of war with Gasmail, trying to rush out of the flock and turn back to fight back. Chen Zhen stumbled over, not knowing what to do. The two big dogs behind Kasmai were also separated by the sheep. They were anxious and could not bite. They could only roar and suppress the arrogance of the big wolf. The other five or six big dogs of the Billig family and all the dogs of the neighbors were fighting the wolves to the east of the sheep. The barking, howling, and wailing of the dogs were earth-shattering. Chen Zhen wanted to step forward to help, but his legs were trembling. His original desire to touch a live wolf with his own hands had long been frozen in fear. Gasmail thought that Chen Zhen really wanted to help her and shouted anxiously," Don't come! Don't come! The wolf bit. Hurry up and drive the sheep away! Dog!
Gasmail leaned back and pulled the wolf tail, sweating profusely. She used both hands to break the wolf's tailbone. It was so painful that the wolf opened its bloody mouth and sucked in the cold air. It wanted to immediately turn around and tear people into pieces and swallow them. The wolf saw that there was no hope of charging forward, so it suddenly retreated, turned half of its body around, and bit Gasmai. With a tearing sound, the lower hem of the leather robe was torn off by the wolf fang. Gasman's Mongolian eyes were as fierce as a female leopard's. He grabbed the wolf and didn't let go. Then he jumped back and straightened the wolf again. He tried his best to pull the wolf toward the dog.
Chen Zhen panicked. He raised his flashlight and aimed it at Kasmai and the wolf, afraid that she would be bitten by the wolf. He swung his horse club at the sheep beside him. The flock of sheep was in chaos. Because they were afraid of the big wolf in the dark, the sheep all squeezed towards the flashlight in the flock of sheep. Chen Zhen could not move the sheep at all. He found that Gasmai could not pull the wolf anymore, and she was dragged forward a few steps by the wolf.
"Ah, ah! Ah!" A child's voice rang out.
Kasmai's nine-year-old son, Bayar, rushed out of the yurt. When he saw this, his voice changed. But he immediately rushed at his mother, almost like a pommel horse, jumped from the back of the sheep to the side of Kasmai, and grabbed the wolf's tail. Gasmail shouted,"Grab the wolf's leg!" Grab Wolf Legs! Bayar hurriedly grabbed one of the wolf's hind legs with both hands and pulled it back desperately, weakening the wolf's forward momentum. The mother and son finally stopped the wolf. The dogs on the east side of the camp continued to roar and fight fiercely. The wolves were clearly creating a diversion to contain the main force of the dogs and cover the wolves that rushed into the sheep to attack or retreat. The defense line in the mid-west of the sheep pen was tenaciously held by the mother and son, preventing the big wolf from driving out part of the sheep from the west side of the wind felt wall.
The old man Billig had also rushed to the side of the sheep. As he attacked the sheep, he shouted at the dogs in the east," Balor! Balor! " Baal " meant tiger in Mongolian. It was the tallest, fiercest, and most ferocious wolfhound in the team. Although its body wasn't as long as an ordinary wolf, its height and chest width exceeded that of a wolf. Hearing his master's call, Ba Le immediately left the battle and rushed to the old man. With a sudden stop, he breathed out a mouthful of wolf blood. The old man hurriedly took the flashlight from Chen Zhen's hand and shone it at the wolves in the flock of sheep. Balle shook his head, as dejected as a guard who had failed his duty, and in a fit of rage he leapt onto the goat's back, stepped on its head, and rolled and crawled toward the wolf. The old man shouted at Chen Zhen,"Drive the sheep to the wolves!" Squeeze the wolf! Don't let the wolf escape! Then, he pulled Chen Zhen's hand and pushed the sheep toward the wolf and Gasmail.
The fierce Baler, breathing heavily, finally stood next to Gasmail, but the wolves were surrounded by sheep that were so crowded that they could not breathe. The good hunting dogs of the Mongolian grasslands knew the rules. They did not bite the wolf's back or hurt the wolf's skin. Ba Le still could not find a place to bite, and he was so anxious that he started barking. Seeing Balor arrive, Gasmail suddenly turned sideways, lifted his leg, grabbed the wolf's tail with both hands, and pressed it against his knees. Then he shouted and used all his strength to break the wolf's tail bone like breaking a wooden pole. The big wolf let out a miserable howl. It was in so much pain that its four claws loosened. With a whoosh, the mother and son pulled the big wolf out of the sheep pile. The big wolf's body convulsed, and he turned around to look at the wound. Balor took advantage of the situation and bit the wolf's throat. He ignored the wolf's claws and kicked hard, and his two feet pressed firmly on the wolf's head and chest. The dog's teeth closed, and two streams of wolf blood spurted out from the carotid artery. The big wolf struggled crazily for a minute or two before it collapsed to the ground. A bloody tongue flowed out from the gap between the wolf's teeth. Gasmail wiped the wolf blood off his face and panted heavily. Chen Zhen felt that her face, which was red from the cold, seemed to have been smeared with wolf blood rouge. She was as barbaric, heroic, and beautiful as a prehistoric primitive woman.
The thick smell of blood from the dead wolves drifted into the air. The barking from the east suddenly stopped, and the wolves fled one after another, quickly disappearing into the darkness. After a while, the mournful wails of the wolf pack came from the northwest meadow, mourning for their fierce general who died in battle.
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