With a whistle from each of them, the Spiritbird Hunting Team and the Snake Hunting Team, including their hounds, were in place and rushed towards the smoke and dust that was getting closer and closer.

They have to distance themselves, and the greater the distance, the safer their children and women will be. And the beasts won't give them this chance, so they rush out as fast as they can, trying to intercept the beast's approach.

Success or failure is not something they consider. What can be done now is to fight hard to ensure the safety of the rear.

Those are the future and hope of the steppe. It doesn't matter if the children are crippled and dead, and if the children are finished, there will be no tomorrow's sun on the grassland, so what's the point of leaving them alive?

If the women were gone, the warm yurt would no longer be warm, and the sweet mare's milk wine would no longer be fragrant.

The delicacy and softness of the women buried in their hearts will also pass away quietly, which is the sorrow of men and the pain of children.

A person who cannot give his wife and children a safe future, living in the grassland is a shame, a blasphemy against heaven and earth and all living beings.

This is a belief that cannot be changed, no matter how long.

The dragon and horse department showed copper, and the white deer department had two horns, slightly moved, and their eyes became firm.

After a command, the hunting party and the hounds were in place, and finally the two tribesmen blocked the women and children behind them.

It would be the strongest wall of people, and they believed that as long as they could stand, not even steel would be able to get in.

And ahead, dozens of riders who were ambushing the men and horses to defend against the wild dogs were also close in sight.

After a week around the field, they jumped off their horses, stood under the high platform, and turned to face the beast.

"Get out of the way, you guys go to the back. Zhan Tong yelled at them.

No one spoke, and the young knights stood silently, clutching their weapons tightly.

Zhan Tong was about to speak, but Mi Shuangjiao looked at him and shook his head.

In this way, the women and children in the rear had another layer of protection! But this did not make them feel relieved, because the sound of killing was already in front of them.

The first wave of warriors has collided with the beasts!

Rapid impact, the distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer. The warriors of the Blue Wolf Division saw the beasts that grew bigger and bigger in their field of vision, and saw their huge bodies, long fangs, and terrifying killing intent from the endless mountains.

The warriors of the steppe were not afraid, including the hounds, who were as angry as the warriors of the steppe, unbeatably angry, and the wild beasts were their old enemies.

Countless generations of dreams and realities have been fighting against these demons, and they have a long-standing enmity against each other, wishing they could eat each other as soon as possible.

The beast that rushed was a pack of wolves, a common beast on the steppe, and a nightmare for the steppe people. They have no morality to speak of, and there is no righteousness to speak of. If you see it, you have to kill and eat it, and if you can't eat it, you have to bite it to death and watch it.

When hunting, people see lone wolves and kill them mercilessly. Or with an arrow, the hounds swarmed up and bit to death.

Even the wolves are not very terrible in the minds of the steppe people, and they know each other well after long-term fights and confrontations. The wolf is hateful, and this beast is cunning and ferocious, much more ferocious than the hound.

It is often three or more hunting dogs that kill a steppe wolf. Steppe wolves are larger in size and strength than hunting dogs. But the loyal hound was never afraid of them.

For wolves, this small hound, no matter how fierce it is, is no match for them, and even if a wolf falls, several hounds will bite to death.

Therefore, the feud between them, since they each settled in the grassland, the hatred and revenge have never stopped.

Wolves eat livestock and people, people fight wolves and hounds to pursue, and the cycle repeats.

In a sense, it's all about survival, but this survival has some intriguing meanings.

Now, after 20 years, these enemies meet again on a narrow road, and the new generation of fierce beasts and the younger generation of grassland warriors meet again unexpectedly on the banks of the Lingshui River in the prairie.

"Heavenly Machine Dao Diagram, please give me strength and speed, I also want to participate in this bloody battle!" After the initial fear and fear in Zhan Qingyu's heart, the battle spirit began to slowly come to his mind.

But the Taiji diagram was calm and did not fluctuate at all. Zhan Qingyu could only wait anxiously.

He had to wait for the Taiji diagram to shine, give him the strength to charge, give him the opportunity to kill the wolf, and give him the courage to take a big step out of the grassland and look at the world.

The fierce running of the hounds and the wolves both gave each other a fierce collision, and the front rows of both sides flipped on their backs. Immediately, the wolves and hounds behind began to bite wildly, and some were even trampled to death by the opponents behind before they could bite the fur of their opponents.

No hound acts alone, this is what every prairie hound must understand, no matter how fierce a single hound is, there is no match for a wolf.

They can't survive without cooperation, so they know to cooperate from the moment they can understand orders, and they work closely together and never do anything brutally.

Two hounds, one grabbed the wolf's neck and the other violently bit the wolf's belly. The hound that grabbed the wolf's neck shook its head from side to side a few times, and then released its mouth and continued to bite the next wolf that had not yet risen.

A wolf bites the front leg of the hound that collided with it after falling, and before being killed by the hound behind it, its companion bites the hound on its body, and the wolf leaps into the face and bites the hound again.

For a while, hair flew and flesh was splashed.

Some of the hounds had their bellies torn open and their entrails were running down and still cripping into a wolf's hind legs. Some wolves had their lips and ears torn by hunting dogs, but they were even more hideous and terrifying.

Not a single wolf or hound retreated, as if this was their battlefield.

Life and death have nothing to do on the battlefield, only the opponent does not survive.

The sound of biting and wailing was mixed, which further stimulated each other's already very strong fighting spirit.

Mo Juya, the leader of the blue wolf tribe, led the warriors to follow the hound and quickly killed to the battlefield. The mace in his hand danced like a wheel, and the warriors were slightly scattered, leaving only a little distance between them, so that they could open their bows from side to side without worrying about hurting their companions.

A warrior slammed a stick on the head of a wolf with a broken leg, only to be bitten on the right arm by another wolf.

He roared in pain, drew his scimitar from behind his back with his left hand, and stabbed it into his right arm, the scimitar sank through the wolf's eye and into his head, and the wolf wailed and fell.

Suddenly, there was another sharp pain in his back, and a she-wolf bit his waist. With a wave of his right arm, he knocked down an oncoming wolf, and with a slash of his left hand from behind, the she-wolf was disemboweled, and her internal organs were dripping to the ground.

But the she-wolf was unwilling to stop and did not let go, but was dragged down and bitten to death by two hounds that came quickly.

A warrior wanted to save the hunting dog that was bitten by a wolf, but was bitten by three wolves from the neck, abdomen, and thighs, and he roared in pain and reached out to pull out the scimitar from his waist, but the wolf bit his wrist, and his wrist was bitten off.

The gurgling blood on his neck and the wolf's tearing made him gradually lose consciousness.

The battle was fierce, and it was at a fever pitch from the start.

Life and death no longer matter, holding the position is victory, and persevering is victory.

Zhan Qingyu's blood was already boiling, and the scimitar in his hand was clenched tightly, just waiting for the mysterious power in his mind to appear to kill him. But the mysterious power seemed to be gone, and it never moved.

Seeing his uncles and uncles falling, seeing the hounds sacrificed, Zhan Qingyu was furious, he looked up to the sky and shouted: "Tai Chi help me! Tai Chi help me! Help me help !!me!"

Zhanqing's eyes were red and he was short of breath.

But Zhihai was still silent, and Zhan Qingyu's consciousness repeatedly dialed the Taiji diagram to no avail.

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