Due to dependence on the environment and resources, the largest wolf pack on the grassland is no more than thirty. The legendary pack of hundreds of wolves does not exist.
The current team, including the first wolf, may not have more than fifteen wolves.
They smelled the smell of "opportunity" in the fresh air after the thunderstorm and hail, and planned to take advantage of the dark moon and high wind to rob.
The men on the grassland are skilled in bow and horse. The bow is a horn bow, with horns and deer antlers glued to the wooden body, and processed beef tendons are superimposed and pasted. Each layer added increases the power.
The fat little daddy bent his bow and set an arrow, waiting for the wolves to show up.
Others were watching the excitement.
Zhao Chuanxin’s comment was “The center of gravity is unevenly distributed between the two feet, the body is not vertical, the arm holding the bow is bent, and the power of the arm is too relied on when pulling, and the locking point is a bit crooked”
The fat little boy was upset when he was told that his father was the father. Bayar looked at Zhao Chuanxin sideways, and Yokokawa Yoshiro curled his lips
When Zhao Chuanxin saw everyone looking at him, he bared his teeth and smiled. Haha, these are all my own problems. Your actions are very standard."
Everyone"
The first wolf appears.
The fat little girl, holding a torch in her hand, hurriedly approached the arrow.
It was just stained with oil and would ignite when exposed to fire.
The fat little dad shot the arrow.
The first arrow is just for feeling and lighting up the environment in front of you.
The second arrow followed.
The first wolf whimpered and was shot.
Zhao Chuanxin saw that he was not even taking aim, and thought to himself that this was somewhat similar to how he used a gun. He relied on feeling at critical moments.
It was nothing thrilling. Only one wolf died and the wolves retreated.
But Zhao Chuanxin found that there was no joy on the faces of the fat boy's parents.
Bayar Bor'e explained, "Wolves have particularly thick fur and are cunning by nature. When they remember the taste of their cattle and sheep, in winter, when people and cattle and sheep are frozen and slow, they are If they are still active, they will come to steal livestock. How cold is the winter in the grassland? Sometimes, the cows are numb from the cold, and even half of their bodies are eaten by wolves. By then, it may not be people grazing, but wolves. Grazing, the whole sheep pen is a pasture for wolves."
Zhao Chuanxin felt his teeth aching when he heard this.
So, the fat little father cursed loudly.
Translation by Bayar Bor'e: "He said that he would go to the wolf den tomorrow and hunt down all the wolves, leaving only two or three of them, so that next year there would be a litter of six or seven, and there would be a new wolf pack. ”
Zhao Chuanxin held up his cowboy hat and watched the fat little father take back the wolf’s body and skin it.
He returned to the charcoal stove and sat down, lighting the fire and putting his cowboy hat on his face.
Sleeping like this is naturally extremely uncomfortable.
Feel the warmth of the charcoal stove beside you, smell the faint smell of cow and sheep dung in your nose, and hear the slight swaying and rustling of the grass. Fortunately, it is the night of the grassland in the seventh month of the Western calendar, and there is no such thing.So cold.
Zhao Chuanxin also felt tired, but not sleepy. He took the opportunity to expel the surrounding water vapor and released a stream of particles from Lord Runzhi's greeting.
The root of the starry sky was absorbed, and all the discomfort in the limbs and body was immediately dispelled.
In the middle of the night, he vaguely heard a rustling sound.
Moving his cowboy hat, Zhao Chuanxin used the corner of his left eye to see Yokokawa Yoshiro getting up to urinate at night. After pulling up his pants, he did not rush to sleep, but tiptoed to turn over the Bayar bag. A lot of bags.
He put aside the silver coins and hemp money, as well as the walking stick, the sacred crow carved from wood, and the sacred drum wrapped in birch bark. Finally, he took out a small jar and poured it from it. Take some powder and drink it.
A flush appeared on his ghostly pale face, which turned even paler after a moment.
Then he looked towards Zhao Chuanxin with a stern look in his eyes.
In the light of the cow dung fire, Zhao Chuanxin squinted his left eye and suddenly saw the ferocious look on Yokokawa Yoshiro's face.
He picked up the divine crow dagger that had pierced the instep of his foot, limped but kept his voice as low as possible, and walked towards Zhao Chuanxin.
When Yokokawa Yoshiro approached, a sudden gust of evil wind blew up, blowing the cowboy hat a little crookedly, revealing Zhao Chuanxin's wide-eyed left eye.
Yokokawa Yoshiro backed away in shock and hid the knife behind his back, feeling that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin’s eyes widened without blinking, and his breathing was even and strong.
Yokokawa Yoshiro breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that this man was sleeping with his eyes open.
He approached again and raised the knife.
At this time.
"Crack"
Yokokawa Yoshiro's face froze, and he hid the knife behind his back again with a guilty conscience, his heart pounding like a drum.
Only found that the man was grinding his teeth.
The medicine took effect, and Yokokawa Yoshiro's hands began to tremble.
He gritted his teeth and raised the knife for the third time.
The wind is still blowing slightly.
I don’t know where, a voice was carried by the wind and reached Yokokawa Yoshiro’s ears.
It was a woman’s voice, intermittent and very bleak.
She seemed to be saying, "I liked to eat roast lamb when I was alive, and I lived here."
Yokokawa Yoshiro's pupils were shaking, he held up the knife, opened his mouth and looked around, There is grass all around. The short ones are only up to the ankles, and the tall ones are taller than people. Every grass trembles in the wind and looks sneaky and evil.
Yokokawa Yoshiro's hands shook even more.
Just listen to the melancholy female voice continue: "I liked eating roast lamb when I was alive, and I lived here before I was alive. However, I don't like eating lamb after giving birth, and I don't want to live here anymore. "
Yokokawa Yoshiro"
He was furious and wanted to shout, "Who is teasing me?"
But Zhao Chuanxin was close at hand, heDon't dare.
He held the knife tremblingly and slowly stretched it towards Zhao Chuanxin.
At this time, a little girl’s voice floated in the wind.
The girl's voice said this: "Abu, I'm so cold. Those wolves have eaten all my bones."
Yokokawa Yoshiro suddenly felt like chaff. Even the knife was a bit unsteady.
Although I couldn’t see anything, I automatically pictured in my mind the scene of a girl’s white bones exposed in a deserted meadow. The mouth of the little skull was still opening and opening, and the sound was It came from there.
But I heard a rough voice say, "You didn't eat so much meat, but you insisted on chewing the bones, and the wolf took them away. Come back quickly, the stewed mutton is already cooked."
Yokokawa Yoshiro""
This is so exciting. I am scared first and then angry. No matter how scared, no matter how angry.
The human heart cannot be stimulated, not to mention that Yoshiro Yokokawa had just taken medicine specially designed for shamans.
The sacred crow dagger carved from cow bone could not be held and fell down.
Oddly enough, when he originally stretched out his hand, the knife should have fallen to the ground, but by chance it retracted and inserted into the instep of his other intact instep.
Pfft
It was stabbed through and nailed to the ground.
Yokokawa Yoshiro's eyes bulged
He quickly blocked his mouth with both hands to prevent himself from crying out in pain.
He had no strength with his hands, but he used some clever force to raise his wrist suddenly, hold down his lower jaw, and force his open mouth to close.
The sudden force caused his upper and lower teeth to bite his tongue.
"Uh"
"Pfft"
At this time, Yokokawa Yoshiro almost bit off the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
His lips were trembling and he looked at his hands in disbelief. Why did he suddenly feel so strong?
Yes, it must be the effect of the shaman medicine
Biting your tongue is not only painful, but is often accompanied by a feeling of irritation.
Yokokawa Yoshiro was no exception. He was so angry that he felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.
He wanted to slap himself twice in annoyance, but he was afraid of making any noise and waking up the sleeping Zhao Chuanxin, so he instinctively wanted to step back.
But he forgot that he still had a short knife stuck on his instep.
This exertion made his face look hideous in pain.
Oddly enough, I didn’t use much force at first, but I used a lot of movement to pull out the short knife embedded in the soil, causing the wound to bleed.
Yokokawa Yoshiro was so angry that he was hanging on the spot and exploded. This can only be attributed to the shaman medicine being too strong
He stumbled backwards and when he stepped on the ground, he The knife stuck in his foot squeezed out.
This pain is extraordinary
Even Yokokawa Yoshiro admires himself for being able to bear it without crying out.
He sat downOn the ground, he picked up the short knife, held it in his mouth and bit it, supporting his body with his arms and dragging it on the grass.
Both feet were injured, and only two arms dared to exert strength. After using up all the strength of nine cows and two tigers, I returned to the edge of the cow dung bonfire and leaned against the snoring Bayarbo. Lie down.
He bit the dagger, resisting the pain, almost breaking his teeth, and poured some shamanic medicine into his mouth from the small jar in his bag.
When the second wave of medicine takes effect, the pain lessens.
He clenched his fists and stared at the person "sleeping" on the pony not far away. Please remember to bookmark the latest and fastest website for free reading without anti-theft