At the same time, the wolves close to the high platform were gradually forced back by the warriors of the Ryoma and White Deer tribes, and retreated towards the battlefield in the distance.

"Hurry up brothers!" shouted Kong Zhen of the Spirit Sparrow Division, a scimitar that cut through the eye of a wolf, and shouted at the warriors.

His knife is nimble and skillful, and it strikes at the wolf's weak spots.

"Retreat while fighting, and move closer to the White Deer Department and the Dragon Horse Department!" Mo Juya of the Blue Wolf Department commanded while fighting.

The same decision was made on the battlefield here, and the warriors of the two places slowly moved closer together. By the time the warriors of the five divisions stood back to back, there were less than two hundred wolves left.

There are about 200 warriors in the five divisions, and there are more than 150 people left who can fight. More than a dozen people died, and a dozen people who were seriously injured were sitting in the inner circle. Some struggled to get up, but were held down by their companions, so they had to grab their weapons with one hand and stare at the wolves with hatred.

At this time, only about twenty of the hundreds of hounds were still standing, and they were covered in wounds.

Some have broken a leg and are still gritting their teeth, while others are still bleeding from their necks and stomachs, and their eyes are still full of hostility. Even so, the hounds still stood at the front of the outermost outermost and confronted the wolves, and they did not back down from the fierce eyes.

Big Black and another teal hound fight side by side.

These two evenly matched steppe hounds, former rivals, have forgotten each other's past, and have teamed up to lead the hunting dog group to bravely rush to the front line. A large piece of flesh had been torn off by the wolf on the back of the big black, and a piece of bleeding fur was hanging from the neck of the cyan hound.

Almost two hours have passed since the two sides began fighting.

When the sun was setting in the west, the wolves stopped attacking.

Under the command of the giant-headed wolf, the remaining wolves frantically rushed to their fallen companions, tearing them one by one, including the hounds, and swallowing the leash meat in one gulp.

This is a common situation in wolf packs.

In order to kill their enemies, wolves usually eat their dead companions on the battlefield to replenish their energy.

The head wolf also knows that this will both solve hunger and stimulate the wildness of the wolf pack.

These lying companions and hounds are weak, and only after they have eaten enough can they avenge their fallen companions.

Watching the wolves eat the fallen hounds, the warriors of the tribe were furious.

Big Black and the cyan hound were also furious.

Neither side gave the other much time to rest, and soon the people were in the same place with the wolves.

If they don't kill all these wolves, they will not give up.

And for the wolves, they will never retreat without biting the group to death.

The wolf in the distance glanced at the battlefield and narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about something.

From time to time, he howled a few times towards the mountains in the distance.

The white deer department's Mi Shuangjiao said while killing: "The head wolf seems to be summoning something, and there should be a herd of beasts behind." ”

"I'm going to kill it!" said Ryomabu's Zhan Tong through gritted teeth.

"Be careful!" the leaders instructed.

"I'll leave it to you. Zhan Tong flicked his whip and knocked down a leaping wolf.

In fact, except for him who is sure to kill the wolf, others are really not sure that they will go.

The wolf is not afraid of sticks, nor of swords, but of whips.

With a copper-headed, iron-waisted broomtail and a broomtail, ordinary attacks are useless against wolves and will provoke their bestiality.

It is only because the steppe warriors have practiced martial arts and fitness since they were young that they can be on par with these evil wolves.

The people on the steppe know that if you blow a few whips, the wolves in the distance will not dare to come.

Even if there were no hounds and warriors, and the women were grazing with whips, the wolves in general would not dare to come.

Zhan Tong quickly crossed the wolves and killed the head wolf.

They don't have much combat strength and no replenishment, and their women and children are in the rear, so he must kill the head wolf to stop the arrival of reinforcements from the wolves.

If they can't stop it, these beasts will kill and eat everything that belongs to the grassland, except for the weeds.

He vividly remembered that the leader of the wolf pack twenty years ago had been defeated by his father.

With the same long whip, his father defeated and tied up the wolf, and brought it back to the tribe to skin and file.

The head wolf looked at Dashan and stretched his neck, "Woo woo!" One long and one short screamed twice, and also pounced on Zhan Tong.

The far-reaching wolf howl pierced through the mist and dust of the setting sun, reverberating in the deep mountains.

The long whip of Zhan Tong wrapped around the whip flower in one fell swoop, and the whip hit the head of the wolf with a "snap".

The head wolf shook his head and bit Zhan Tong's hand.

Although the head wolf is not afraid of the long whip of the copper, the deterrent effect is still there.

The head wolf was struck a blow, his eyes were fierce, but he had some intention of wandering.

The average wolf is frightened when hit on the head, and the head is the most important part of all living things.

But this wolf seemed to be different, and the desire to fight rose again in a very short time. It is a wolf, and it has the courage and strategy that other wolves do not have.

Zhan Tong's right hand withdrew, and the fist holding the whip smashed into the throat of the head wolf. The head wolf turned his head sharply, and the bronze fist slashed through the head wolf's neck.

The two clashed in one round, and the head wolf's claws grabbed a handful of Zhan Tong's face.

Zhan Tong endured the pain and used his hands and feet at the same time, and his legs were quickly lifted when his punch missed. The head wolf dodged a blow to the throat but did not dodge Zhan Tong's leg, and the head wolf was kicked hard, causing it to roll a few times before stopping. The head wolf stood still, lowered his body, and looked at Zhan Tong with bared teeth.

Zhan Tong touched the injured right half of his face, a deep wound. The oozing blood slowly flowed, like a rare decoration slowly extending on his face, but it was even more fearless.

He continued to flick the whip, and a whip flower exploded on the wolf's long snout, and the whip quickly departed to take a small piece of flesh with him. The head wolf whined in pain, timidly took a few steps back and looked at the mountain, arched his long mouth into the dirt, and let out two deep "Woo!

As it was twenty years ago, this wolf is no match for Zhan Tong.

In the blink of an eye, the bushes at the foot of the mountain trembled after the wolf's call, and a large group of brown currents rolled and rushed towards this direction.

After the torrent, the dust covered the sky and obscured the sunset.

At this moment, all the warriors were stunned. This group is much more than this group on the battlefield, and they all know what that means.

After a brief loss of consciousness, they killed all but the first wolf in the fastest and most ruthless way, and at this time, the brown torrent was in front of them.

"Can't let them pass," the four leaders drank at the same time.

More than a hundred warriors roared in unison: "Swear to stop the wolves to the death, and never let one go!"

"Defend your homeland, protect the grasslands!"

The shouts of a team of 100 men were as strong as a force of 1,000 men.

"Kill"

"Kill"

Without fear or flinching, they cheered up their tired spirits and bravely rushed towards the brown wolves. Dance the weapons in your hands, and put the wolves that you can see and reach one by one.

The hounds have been wiped out, and the warriors are alone.

The responsibility to protect their home and the regret of losing their hounds made them forget their fears. The second wave of wolves was much more ferocious than the first, and they jumped into the air on the bodies of the first wave of wolves and pounced on the warriors from a high place.

There were wolves on top, wolves on the bottom, and the warriors were bruised all over their bodies. One by one, the warriors fell, and the battle did not cool down in the slightest. However, after the second wave of the war, a large number of wolves quickly gained absolute superiority.

Soon, the wolves stepped on the corpses of fallen warriors and hounds and rushed to the tents that were sparkling in the distance.

A sad song, played poignantly in the cool breeze of the evening.

In the blood, the insects of the night can't open their mouths to sing.

One by one, they came out, mourning in silence around the huge flesh blur.

The crescent moon rises in the east, emitting a faint brilliance. The cycle of eternity remains the same, and the vicissitudes of the world have never had anything to do with it.

The steppe warriors used their lives and blood to thank the heavens and the earth for their kindness. Everything in this vast grassland is destined to return to dust and dust to earth tonight.

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