The choice between interests and emotions is the hardest. Especially when it comes to the fate of the whole team, General Oprah faced such a difficult choice, although he finally chose to "give up" me, but secretly let me live, this decision made me grateful for the rest of my life, although I later learned that the general did this, in fact, there are hidden secrets, but I really never blamed him.

—The Autobiography of Terry, Vol. 15

Today, all the soldiers who knew Terry were sent out on a mission, and although the whole camp seemed to be calm, all the soldiers who stayed behind felt an oppressive atmosphere permeate the camp.

"Bang"

A shot from Miller's rifle rang out from the depths of the forest, and then all fell silent again.

Just when the soldiers were confused, a piece of news came, causing an uproar in the entire camp.

"Major General Oprah ordered the execution of Second Lieutenant Terry for violating military discipline!"

Although this kind of thing is not uncommon in the army. But in the two months that this army has been in the basin, Terry's deeds have already spread throughout the army, and although all the soldiers Terry knows have gone out on missions, the commotion cannot be avoided.

Soon, some of the junior officers in the barracks were called to Mingguang Fort, and in the evening, when these officers came out of Mingguang Fort, the commotion was suppressed.

As for what happened in Mingguang Fort during this time, none of these ordinary soldiers knew, but from this day on, the soldiers vaguely felt that their commanders were divided into two distinct factions.

In the early hours of the next morning, at the edge of the basin, three figures were reluctantly parting, and one of the young men dressed in herdsman's clothes was the rumored "shot" Terry.

One of the three, an officer with the rank of lieutenant, patted Terry on the shoulder.

"Second lieutenant, don't blame the major general, he has to make such a decision......

"It's okay, I know. I won't blame the Major General, please help me tell the Major General, if there is still a chance, I Terry is willing to be a small soldier under him. ”

Of course, Terry knows the hardships of the major general, after all, Terry has been by the major general's side these days, and knows how much pressure the major general must face for his business.

"Well, Terry, the Major General really didn't misunderstand you, I will help you convey your words, I hope you can take care of yourself!"

After listening to Terry's words, the lieutenant officer's face was moved, although there were many things he wanted to say to Terry, but in the end, it just turned into a sentence to take care! The lieutenant gave Terry a solemn military salute and turned to leave.

Looking at the back of the lieutenant officer leaving, looking at the densely forested basin, Terry bathed in the morning light, sighed, and turned to walk lonely into the depths of the grassland.

The sun was rising from the horizon in the early morning, and in a green background, Terry's distant figure seemed to be plated with a faint layer of gold.

And just like the sun that has just risen, a new legend is about to be written on the grasslands of the Yigan Plateau.

The vast grassland is like a boundless hunting ground, and on this hunting ground, the roles of hunters and prey are constantly reversed, who can say that today you are a hunter who hunts others, and tomorrow you will become the object of someone else's hunting.

That's how Nabu was, since Nabu's family became the prey of those horse bandits and threw themselves into the arms of Immortality, Nabu sold all his cattle and sheep, and exchanged his net worth for a brand new Miller rifle and a sturdy Yaqi horse.

Although his revenge, the group of imperial soldiers has indirectly helped him to avenge, but his full resentment still exists, and those horse bandits who are doing evil on the grassland are the objects of his anger.

Yes, it was the object of anger, Nabu had no lofty ideals, nor did he want to be a hero to be celebrated, but like a wounded lone wolf, all the horse bandits became his target.

Although he knew that it would be difficult for him to fight the vicious horse bandits on his own, the words Abba had told him when he was a child were always haunting his mind.

In the vast grassland, the most terrifying thing is not the packs of jackals, but the wounded lone wolves.

The sound of jackals is so loud that you can hear them from afar, and the clever prey has long been prepared, but a wounded lone wolf will silently approach the prey and give a fierce fatal blow when the prey is out of order!

Nabu is now the wounded lone wolf, wandering the vast grasslands single-handedly, and his target is the unsuspecting horse bandits who have finished hunting.

But there weren't many such opportunities, from the scorching heat of late June to the occasional snowflakes of September, and Nabu had one or two good chances.

However, his marksmanship is not very good, that is, the first time he was lucky to kill a horse bandit, and the second time he almost became someone else's prey, not only did he not kill the cunning horse bandit, but his face was also scratched by the hot bullet A long scar, fortunately, the Yaqi horse he bought was much faster than the average Ikan horse, so he was able to escape.

Today, Nabu was lying on top of a dirt bag, and through the half-human-high weeds, Nabu stared closely at a simple tent hundreds of meters away.

It was a small river, on the green meadow, six sturdy Igan horses were grazing silently, the bonfire by the tent was still billowing green smoke, and beside the campfire, there was a pile of goods, and although Nabu could not see it clearly from a distance, he knew that there were some Kazan's "tributes" in addition to the unloaded saddles.

Nabu knew this because he had been following this group of horse bandits who had successfully attacked a caravan for six days and six nights, but he had not been able to find a suitable opportunity.

After looking at the tent again and estimating the time, Nabu felt that the group should not be so quick to go, rubbing his red eyes, Nabu slid down the dirt bag and came to his mount.

Gently brushing the sideburns of the horse, Nabu had developed a deep friendship with it over the months, and the horse closed his eyes and enjoyed the caress of his master, exhaling hot air from his nostrils.

Suddenly, the hearing-acute, Akima opened his eyes, snapped his nose, turned his horse's head, and looked at a bush in the distance.

Of course, Nabu reacted to the strange behavior of the horse, and after a few months of getting along, the people and horses already had a heart-to-heart connection, and when the mount noticed something abnormal, Nabu grabbed the rifle hanging from the saddle and jumped into the grass on the side.

As Nabu raised his rifle and pushed aside the grass to look in the direction of Aqima's warning, a tall black figure appeared in Naboo's eyes.

Dressed in black and white linen clothes, a half-coat sewn from wild boar skin, a fur broken felt hat, and the hanging hemp rope gently swayed with the morning breeze, he was dressed like an ordinary herdsman on the Yigan Plateau.