With smoke, fire, the sound of hooves, and the sound of arrows, the hunting ground is like a boiling crater.

The mad beast ran rampant and even broke through several felt walls. The Hurd hunter who had no time to escape was caught under his hooves and disappeared screaming.

In the dust kicked up by the horses' hooves, there were still Huds and Huds fighting.

However, everyone in Tiefeng County could only hear screams and the sound of blades clashing, and could not see anything clearly.

Without any warning, Vashika's war horse let out a rapid roar, raised its front hooves high and kicked fiercely towards old Sergei.

If Lieutenant Colonel Moritz hadn't reacted quickly and knocked down old Dusak, the back of Sergey's head would have been kicked to pieces.

Vashika was also feeling uncomfortable on the horse. He clutched the reins tightly and clamped the horse's ribs tightly, trying his best to subdue the horse that was inexplicably out of control.

The people around him ducked to make room for Vashika. But the horse jumped and kicked violently, and in a few strokes, Vashika was thrown off the saddle and escaped.

Vashika fell heavily and fainted instantly. Old Sergey yelled and threw himself at his son.

The Tiefeng County Mission and the Badlands Tribe each gathered their forces, and both sides subconsciously distanced themselves.

Koshhaqi came running quickly with two hunters, stopped twenty steps away and warned everyone in Tiefeng County: "Horse! Horse!" and immediately returned to the team of the Badlands.

No need to be reminded by Koshhaqi, Pierre also noticed something strange about the war horse.

Even the most docile horse on weekdays became manic and restless at this moment.

Pierre's mount was drooling and kept tapping the ground with its hooves, trying to attack anyone of its kind who came close to it.

"Get off your horse!" Pierre made a decisive decision: "Tear down the felt wall!"

The members of the delegation selected by Winters understood the situation, quickly got off their horses, and re-secured the hitching posts outside the crowd.

The members of the mission who tied up their horses immediately began to dismantle the felt walls and build temporary fortifications with wooden stakes, ropes and leather.

"Please rest here first." Lieutenant Colonel Moritz calmly placed Anna in the center of the queue and apologized gracefully: "Excuse me for leaving for a while."

Anna tried her best to appear calm, smiled and nodded.

The sword was unsheathed and the gun was hung on a rope. The Tiefeng County delegation erected two layers of trip ropes and relied on the temporary felt wall to guard them.

Pierre took the initiative to ask Lieutenant Colonel Moritz for instructions: "Please give the order, Lieutenant Colonel."

"The water was deliberately muddy, wait until it becomes clear before taking action." Moritz took out an arrow, found the center of gravity of the arrow, and shot the arrow out: "Stay here and kill anyone who dares to get close."

…

Winters carefully placed the cub on the horse's back.

Just now, the little lion was two arrows away from him. He didn't see clearly what hurt the little lion. He only heard a thunder and the little lion disappeared in the smoke.

When he arrived at the scene, the smell of gunpowder smoke that had not yet dissipated allowed Winters to verify his suspicion that the assassin used gunpowder weapons.

It might be heavy artillery, it might be grenades, no matter what it was, it was far beyond what the little lion had given him.

"How can the Akagawa tribe allow outsiders to mount heavy artillery right under their noses?"

"Who can hide a grenade in a lion cub?"

All kinds of questions appeared in Winters' mind, and they were immediately suppressed by more important things. There was no time to question and hold people accountable now. The most important thing was to save the little lion's life.

The enemy's location, quantity, and identity are unknown, so the only safe place in the hunting ground is a green hill.

The little lion gradually fell into a semi-conscious state and could not even speak a complete sentence. He moaned repeatedly: "Wolf... wolf..."

The sound of hoofbeats approached again, and three white-armored cavalrymen rushed into the smoke screen. Seeing the little lion covered in blood, and not knowing whether it was alive or dead, the three white-armored cavalrymen rolled off their saddles and dismounted, and surrounded him in fear.

"Back off!" Winters pointed his spear directly at the intruder.

The young white-armored cavalryman on the right was furious and drew his sword.

"Stop! Don't seek death!" The white-armored cavalry leader grabbed the swordsman and shouted sternly: "Let Batu protect the little lion! The little lion believes in Batu!"

After saying that, the leading white-armored cavalry patted his chest vigorously and pointed in the direction of Qingqiu.

Although both parties cannot understand what each other is saying, the information conveyed by body language is enough.

Winters nodded and motioned for the three of them to go ahead.

After taking a few steps, a strange sound penetrated the noise and reached Winters' ears.

This strange sound sounds like a whistle, a whimper, or a cicada, but if you distinguish it carefully, it is different from any of them.

The strange sound only lasted for a short while, but Winters was sure it was not an auditory hallucination, because the youngest of the three white-armored cavalrymen who drew the sword was also looking for the source of the sound.

The other two older white-armored cavalry did not respond at all.

The surrounding environment became increasingly eerie. Not only did the smoke not dissipate, but it became thicker and thicker, enveloping several people in it.

Winters stopped and something came again!

The frightened beasts ran away blindly, and the hunters from each group fought on their own. There was chaos inside and outside the hunting ground, with the sound of hooves, roars, and fighting all mixed together.

It should be noisy, but Winters could hear a strange sense of quietness.

All the sounds came from far away, and he could not hear any nearby noises. The wild animals had no purpose or direction, but they avoided Winters in a coordinated manner. It seemed that there was some kind of terrifying force.

The monster hid nearby and scared off all the wild beasts.

Winters looked around. The smoke was so thick that he couldn't tell whether it was a human or an animal ten meters away. The smoke seemed to be toxic, and his eyes began to sting not long after he came into contact with it.

A fast horse breaks out? The seriously injured little lion can't stand the bumps. And if you act blindly, you may fall into a trap.

Winters didn't know the enemy's weapons or tactics, but he speculated that the enemy's troops were not large, otherwise they would have swarmed them, so why would they be so timid?

He made a decision.

He pulled out the steel cone, closed his eyes, held his breath, and listened intently.

Discovering that Batu suddenly stood still, the three white-armored cavalry also stopped.

Out of respect, the three white-armored cavalry remained silent. However, after several rounds of breathing, there was still no movement.

The situation was critical, every breath seemed to take an extremely long time, and the youngest white-armored cavalry finally couldn't hold it any longer.

The moment the young white-armored cavalry opened his mouth, Winters caught the enemy's flaw: a roar of a ferocious beast and a sound like a snake spitting messages.

Without any hesitation, Winters fired five steel cones in succession towards the source of the sound.

A miserable whimper was heard behind the smoke, followed by a series of footsteps.

There are people!

Enduring the phantom pain, Winters entered the spellcasting state again and threw his spear at the runaway with all his strength.

Casting spells with all his strength twice in a row, the phantom pain almost made Winters faint. The spear carrying a huge amount of kinetic energy pierced the smoke screen and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Winters did not hear the sound of the spear piercing the body, but the three white-armored cavalry were also top players and had already rushed towards the direction he indicated.

Glancing at the unconscious lion cub, Winters stayed put and did not follow.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Without any warning, two deafening roars erupted not far from Winters.

The air wave carried hundreds of sharp weapons, instantly dispelling the smoke screen, and swept across the earth. Broken limbs and soil were lifted into the sky, and then fell in a pattering pattern.

Dust and gunpowder smoke enveloped them again, and no sound could be heard from the positions of the red-armored and white-armored riders.

…

"Dead?" The paddlefish lurking in the dead grass carefully observed the prey: "Dead?"

As the best falconer among all tribes, Paddlefish is good at camouflage and concealment. If you don't stand close and look carefully, no one can tell that there is a person hiding in the yellow-brown dead grass.

The paddlefish hid silently, but there was another person chattering in his mind: "Dead? Dead?"

Talking to oneself is also one of the occupational diseases of falconers.

Catching adult falcons usually requires the use of traps. Falconers set traps for at least four or five days and as long as a month at a time. When left alone for too long, falconers unknowingly become accustomed to talking to themselves.

"Do you want to do it again?" Paddlefish carefully considered the gains and losses. There was only a slight sound of burning dry grass in the smoke screen, but other than that there was no movement. It looked like he was dead.

The paddlefish made up his mind and picked up the bone flute hanging around his neck.

Paddlefish was not surprised that the White Lion was protected by the Chosen One. Since he could be invited to kill the White Lion, it was not surprising that the Red River Department invited another Chosen One to protect the White Lion.

In the prairie, the Chosen Ones are extremely rare. Unless absolutely necessary, one Chosen One will not try to kill another Chosen One.

But if the blood has already flowed to the earth, then we must not stop dying, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

"Talent" is a matter of life and death. Each chosen person will try to hide his or her "talent" as much as possible, but Paddlefish already knows the opponent's trump card.

"The chosen one who is good at throwing spears?" The javelin that just passed by like a shooting star made Paddlefish still have lingering fears: "How come I haven't heard of it?"

But it doesn't matter anymore, since we already know the opponent's "talent", Paddlefish has a way to deal with it.

Paddlefish is just a pity that another chosen one is about to die.

The strange sound of the bone flute sounded again. The sound of the bone flute was not loud, but it was extremely penetrating and could be easily distinguished from the noise.

The invisible ripples caused by the bone flute spread to the edge of the hunting circle. After hearing the sound of the bone flute, several neatly dressed hunters immediately walked towards the carriage behind them and removed their veils.

Under the cloth are two cages made of fine iron. In each cage is a powerful wolfdog that looks like a wolf but is not a wolf.
To be continued...