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The wolves, who had been hungry for a winter, finally gathered into a pack, and set out from the sky above the stone mountain where they were hiding, and the smell of rotten flesh from a distance had already made the empty stomach more and more empty.

The thick hairs that grew in the winter had not yet faded, and even that could not hide their bony bodies.

The huge wolf king roared on the stone mountain, and its voice echoed in the valley for a long time, as long as the valley in front of you, the flat grassland was in front of you.

Every spring, the wolf king will take a huge pack of wolves out of the mountains and march to the grassland, after a long winter, countless cattle and sheep are killed on the grassland, which is the result of the elimination of the laws of nature, just waiting for them to clean up.

This year's smell of carrion is much thicker than in previous years, and two terrifying snowstorms in winter have blocked the grassland, and even the toughest lone wolf has no way to brave the thick layer of snow that obliterates his body to forage for food.

When the snow melts, the carcasses of cows, sheep or other animals covered in snow are exposed to the sun, and as the climate warms, the dissipated carcasses are a delicacy for wolves.

The wolf king's thick limbs stepped on the sand and ran lightly towards the depths of the grassland, and his keen sense of smell told him that there was a lot of food waiting for him not far ahead.

After a winter had passed, Wei Ge Ningling's white head was completely white, and his head was so wildly scattered, and the war horse galloping against the wind made his head sway in the wind like a small white cloud.

Behind him were more than 2,000 majestic Western Xia cavalrymen, these people did not wear helmets, each of them was scattered, just like Wei Ge Ningling, the scalp on the top door of them was green, only the surrounding heads were thick like the mane of a lion.

A long, long time ago, the party members were like this, they didn't see silk silk on their bodies, only fur, and Wei Ge Ning Ling thought that it was those silk silks that made the brave and invincible Western Xia warriors turn into cowardly quails. After a winter of brutal reorganization of the army, the remaining more than 2,000 Western Xia warriors have all recovered to their best condition.

The average age of these people is almost forty years old, but a warrior of this age. It is precisely the backbone of the Western Xia army.

Whether it is military discipline, martial arts, or combat awareness, they are all the best choices, and they have the courage of young people. Nor is there a lack of wisdom in the elderly.

Now, they don't think of themselves as human beings, but like wolves.

In the spring, it was the time for the wolves to set out, so Wei Ge Ningling took this huge wolf pack to kill all the slaves in Ningbian City, and also set out with dry food.

They don't care if they have shelter, they don't care if they can find enough food on the grasslands, they don't even care if they survive.

Since the wolves don't think about this, they certainly don't need to think about it.

Yun Zheng is fighting fiercely with Liao in the east, and Wuzang is fighting with Yeluxin in the north, whether it is Yun Zheng or Wuzang Pang. At this time, they didn't have much energy to deal with themselves, or neither of them took their own two thousand people in their eyes.

Thinking of this, Wei Ge Ning Ling's heart is as uncomfortable as being stabbed by a knife, when has Wei Ge Ning Ling, who is a golden branch and jade leaf, been so underestimated by others?

What a hero his father and brother are, who would have thought that the dignified Kui Ming family would fall to such a point.

Wei Ge Ningling went to Hequ City, also went to Yanmen Pass, and even went to Xijing, he never thought that in just one winter, the Song people would be everywhere. Standing on the high slope, he even saw countless Song people working hard under the cover of the army, large tracts of barren land were being broken one by one by plows pulled by ploughing oxen, and countless abandoned canals were now reappearing on the wasteland.

He just appeared. The Song army guarding the displaced people showed his traces, they blew the horn without hesitation, and the displaced people quickly entered the city, and then the Song cavalry held pennants and pounced fiercely on them.

One hundred and ten Song military commissars Ge Ning Ling didn't care, even if those Song soldiers had that kind of weapon called gunpowder bullets, he didn't care, what he cared about was the sound of horns one after another. He clearly knew that as long as he was dragged by one of the Song troops, there would be countless Song troops coming from all directions, and he really didn't want to face the Song army equipped with gunpowder shells.

These days, he has captured no less than ten lone Song soldiers, and also captured some gunpowder bullets, and learned how to use these gunpowder bullets from Song Jun's mouth.

But how to make this kind of gunpowder bullet, he personally pulled Song Jun's intestines out of his stomach, and the answers given by Song Jun were also unknown.

Wei Ge Ning Ling very much wanted to equip his remaining brothers with sufficient gunpowder bullets, as well as the Song army's crossbow that was very simple to use, but unfortunately, those things were in the hands of the most elite soldiers of the Song army, and the ordinary box army was not equipped at all.

Wei Ge Ninglin has been longing for Yun Zheng's head for a long time, and when he dreams back at midnight, there is always a Song man in a green shirt who chuckles at him, like the coldest mockery in the world.

He didn't know Yun Zheng, let alone what Yun Zheng looked like, he only knew that Yun Zheng's appearance was as beautiful as a woman...... This is not a hidden description of Yun Zheng's appearance.

The wolves devoured the corpses in the valley at their feet, who would have thought that there were so many Liao people hidden in this small valley, they would rather starve to death or eat the flesh of the dead Liao people in the valley, and did not dare to go to the grassland to find a way out.

This is a group of people who have been scared out of their guts, they are no longer warriors, but a bunch of waste that has no use in the slightest.

The Liao soldiers who survived used the wolves as food, and the wolves also used the wolves as food to devour, so a battle between food and food was vigorously staged in the low valley.

Wei Ge Ning Ling stood at the top of the valley, coldly watching the battle between the wild wolf and the rout, in his opinion, only the last survivor was qualified to let himself give him food and weapons.

The content of Yun Zheng's letter has spread all over the grassland under the spread of well-intentioned people, even if he thought that he had not hidden Pang and went to Daga Haizi's Wei Ge Ning Ling, after hearing Yun Zheng's judgment, he suddenly realized that compared to not hiding the treasure of Pang and coveting Daga Haizi, it was more in line with the interests of Western Xia to move the population of Liao to the west and did not hide the identity of Pang as a hero.

So Wei Ge Ning Ling also saw a bright light in the dark night, he himself can do the same, as long as he quickly gathered the Liao army's rout on the grassland, it is completely feasible to re-establish a team of his own, therefore, he gave up the plan of revenge to the death against Yun Zheng, and began to gather all the warriors he could see on the grassland and join his team.

"General, these routs can't resist for long, and the rest of the Liao people seem to be heroes, do you want to save them?"

Wei Ge Ningling shook his head and said: "No need, we only need the best, one place to collect the rout, the number should not exceed thirty!" In the future, this principle must be carried out to the end. ”

The adjutant general of the entourage nodded seriously, what the marshal said was not bad at all, it is difficult for these people to be of the same mind as themselves, and it would be bad if it caused the situation of the guest army to suppress the master.

A wolf-like howl came out of Heila Mulun's throat, the wooden shield that had cracked was carried by him, the spikes in his hand roared through the ribs, a gray blue wolf was lying on his shield, the sharp claws scratched the shield and squeaked, the spikes passed under the shield, and suddenly drilled into the waist and abdomen of the blue wolf, Helamulun pulled down hard, the internal organs of the blue wolf fell out, and it fell to the ground with a weak howl.

The brutal war has faded all the remnants of Helamulun's youth, and all that remains is the longing and persistence for returning home.

Everyone he knew was dead, and when he broke through from Xijing, Helamulun once thought he was dead, and a gunpowder bullet once sparked and fell on his head, and after being blocked by a wooden shield, he didn't know where the bullet went.

A crossbow arrow fell from the sky with a roar, and Helamulun could see it clearly, he who had lost his strength and did not have the strength to dodge this crossbow arrow, who knew that when the crossbow arrow was about to fall, it was endured by a guy who was in a hurry to escape and step on his body.

The only reason why he was able to run out and not be exhausted to death was that a frightened war horse passed by him, the knight on the horse was long gone, and there was still half a foot on the stirrup, he grabbed the stirrup with the ball of his foot, and was dragged away from the flesh mill by the mad war horse on the snow.

Later, he continued to escape the pursuit of the Song cavalry in the wasteland, and the unstable Helamulun drank horse blood and mare's milk, and finally killed the weakened war horse and began to eat horse meat in desperation.

Now no one can recognize the beast-like man in front of him as Helamulun, for his own horse meat, he killed the down-and-out nobles who drank and ordered him to hand over the horse meat, and in order to keep the horse meat, he killed the fierce Liao soldiers who coveted his horse meat.

Now, for the last piece of horse meat, he has to fight a huge pack of wolves.

Just when Helamulun felt that he was about to lose his hold, the wolf king raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and the wolves who had found enough food retreated like a tide.

However, they did not go away, dragging the corpses of the Liao soldiers who were bitten to death at the mouth of the valley and biting.

Helamulun didn't think there was anything wrong with the wolves doing this, as a steppe man, he was very aware of the habits of the wolves, and the wolves had already treated the few people in the valley as their own livestock, and they would pounce again when they needed to eat.

If the wolves surround a herd of wild sheep, they will do the same, eating only the leanest sheep at a time, rather than eating them all at once.

So Helamulun also dragged two dead wolves, ready to skin the wolves to make clothes, and as for the meat of the wild wolves, it still needs to be roasted into smoked meat. (To be continued.) )

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