The grass roots are turning white, and spring has undeniably arrived.
The wolves, which had been starved for the whole winter, finally gathered into a pack and moved out from above the rocky mountains where they were hiding. The smell of carrion coming from the distance made their empty stomachs feel even more hollow.
The thick long hair that grew in winter has not faded yet, and even so it cannot hide their skinny bodies.
The huge wolf king raised its head and roared on the stone mountain, and its voice echoed in the valley for a long time. As soon as you left the valley in front of you, the flat grassland was right in front of you.
Every spring, the wolf king will set off from the mountains with a huge pack of wolves and march towards the grassland. After the ravages of the long winter, countless cattle and sheep are dead on the grassland. This is the result of elimination by the laws of nature, just waiting.
They go to clean up.
The smell of carrion this year is much stronger than in previous years. Two terrible heavy snowfalls in winter blocked the grassland. Even the toughest lone wolf could not brave the thick layer of snow that engulfed his body to go to the grassland to look for food.
After the ice and snow melt, the carcasses of cattle, sheep or other animals covered by the snow will be exposed to the sun. As the climate warms, the melted carcasses become delicacies for wolves.
The wolf king's thick limbs stepped on the sand and ran lightly towards the depths of the grassland. His keen sense of smell told him that there was a lot of food waiting for him not far ahead.
After a winter passed, Wei Ge Ningling's gray hair had turned completely white. His hair was hanging wildly, and the horse galloping against the wind made his hair float like a small white cloud in the wind.
swaying.
Behind him were more than two thousand majestic Xixia cavalry. These people did not wear helmets. Everyone had disheveled hair, just like Wei Ge Ningling. The scalps on their tops were green, and only the hair around them was thick like
It's a lion's mane.
A long time ago, the Dangxiang people were like this. There was no silk on their bodies, only fur. Wei Ge Ningling believed that it was those silks that turned the brave and invincible Xixia warriors into cowardly quails. After a winter of cruel treatment,
The army and the remaining two thousand Xixia warriors have all returned to their best condition.
The average age of these people is almost forty, but warriors of this age are precisely the backbone of the Xixia army.
Whether it is military discipline, martial arts, or the awareness of fighting, they are all the best choices. They have the bravery of young people and the wisdom of old people.
Now, they no longer treat themselves as humans, but as wolves.
Spring was the time for wolves to go out empty-handed, so Wei Ge Ningling took this huge wolf pack and after killing all the slaves in Ningbian City, he also went out with dry food.
They don't care if they have shelter, they don't care if they can find enough food on the grassland, they don't even care if they can survive.
Since the wolves don't consider these things, of course there is no need for me to think about them.
Yunzheng was fighting fiercely with the Liao Kingdom in the east, and Wu Zangying Pang was fighting with Yelu Xin in the north. Neither Yunzheng nor Wu Zangying Pang had much energy to deal with themselves at this time, or in other words, neither of them had considered themselves as such.
A mere two thousand people took it seriously.
Thinking of this incident, Wei Ge Ning Ling's heart felt as if he had been stabbed by a knife. When had the wealthy Wei Ge Ning Ling been underestimated like this?
"General, these defeated troops can't resist for long. The remaining Liao people seem to be good guys. Do you want to save them?"
Wei Ge Ning Ling shook his head and said: "No, we only want the best. To gather the defeated troops in one place, the number should not exceed thirty people! From now on, this principle must be carried out to the end."
The accompanying deputy general nodded seriously. What the commander said was absolutely correct. It is difficult for these people to be of the same mind as him. It would be terrible if the guest army overwhelms the host.
Xilamulun let out a low howl like a wolf in his throat. He carried the cracked wooden shield on his back, and the spikes in his hand whizzed through his ribs. A gray wolf was lying on his back.
On the shield, the sharp claws scratched the shield and made a squeaking sound. The spikes passed through the bottom of the shield and suddenly penetrated into the waist and abdomen of the wolf. Xilamulun pulled down hard, and the wolf's internal organs
It fell out and fell to the ground with a helpless howl.
The cruel war has wiped away all the remaining youthfulness in Xilamulun's body, leaving only the yearning and persistence for returning home.
Everyone he knew was dead. When he broke out from Xijing, Xilamulun thought he was dead for a time. A gunpowder bullet once sparkled and fell on his head. After being blocked by a wooden shield, he died.
I know where the bullet went.
A crossbow arrow whizzed down from the sky. Xilamulun could see it clearly. He was out of strength and had no strength to avoid the crossbow arrow. Who knew that when the crossbow arrow was about to fall, a man who was eager to escape for his life jumped out of his body.
The guy who stepped on him took it.
The only reason why he was able to run out without being exhausted was that a frightened war horse passed by him. The rider on the horse had long disappeared. Half of the foot was still hanging on the stirrup. He grabbed the hanging foot.
The stirrup was dragged by the crazy war horse on the snow and left the flesh and blood mill.
Later, he kept escaping from the Song cavalry in the wilderness. Xilamulun couldn't hold on anymore and drank horse blood and milk. Finally, he had no choice but to kill the weak horse and began to eat horse meat. With the help of this horse,
With the meat, Xilamulun spent the most difficult time in this winter.
Now no one can recognize that the beast-like person in front of him is Xilamulun. For his own horse meat, he killed the down-and-out noble who ordered him to hand over the horse meat. In order to keep the horse meat, he killed the horse meat that coveted him.
The fierce Liao soldiers.
Now, for the last piece of horse meat, he had to fight against a huge pack of wolves.
Just when Xilamulun felt that he could not hold on any longer, the Wolf King looked up to the sky and howled, and the wolves that had found enough food retreated like a tide.
However, they did not go away. They dragged the corpses of the Liao soldiers who had been bitten to death and stayed at the entrance of the valley to bite them.
Xilamulun didn't think there was anything wrong with the wolves doing this. As a prairie man, he was very clear about the habits of the wolves. Those wolves had regarded the few people in the valley as their own livestock. When they needed to eat,
, will pounce again.
If a wolf pack surrounds a group of wild sheep, they will do the same thing. They will only eat the thinnest sheep each time, rather than eating all the sheep at once.
So Xilamulun also dragged two dead wild wolves and prepared to peel off the wild wolf skins to make clothes. As for the wild wolf meat, it needed to be roasted and made into smoked meat. (To be continued)