At this time, someone found a horse running from the west, and there seemed to be a man dragging on the horse's back, and the man hung on the horse's back motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"It's Zahar! go and see!" Yun Qiang ordered.

The men hurriedly rushed up and picked up the brother on horseback, the Mongolian man named Zakhar was covered in blood, the flesh and blood on his right hand were blurred and bones had been exposed, and he was scarred all over his body, and there were marks of being bitten by wild beasts everywhere.

"Give him water to drink!" Ma Sihai rushed up and pushed everyone away, and quickly lit the hemostatic point for this man, and then applied the herbs he brought with him to his affected area, but he was covered in injuries, and there was no good place at all, and he was simply incomplete.

Zahar took a sip of water and gradually opened his eyes, and he only had the last shred of strength left.

"Brother Qiang...... Fast...... Hurry up and save ...... Save Battle ......"

"Where's my eldest brother?" asked Yun Qiang.

He ...... He's ...... He's ...... Hadatu ...... ...... of Hadatu Nine Target...... Huangmiao ...... Wolf...... Wolf ......" he gasped for breath a few times, and finally swallowed without saying a full sentence. It is estimated that Battle led the horse gang to pass through the place called Hadatu and was attacked by the snow mountain wolf, and this Zahar seemed to break out of the siege to find Yun Qiang for help.

"Hurry, everyone, don't rest, get on the horse, go to Hadatu Team 9 to save my eldest brother!" Yun Qiang shouted and led the horse gang to Hadatu Ranch. Fortunately, Hadatu was less than 100 miles from the bay of Saari, and it was hoped that Battle's ammunition would be enough until reinforcements arrived.

Hadatu Ranch used to be a fertile land, where the climate was temperate and the pastures were full of cattle and sheep, and even many herbivores from the Khing'an Mountains often migrated to grab food. However, after a few months of wolves crossing the border from the snow-capped mountains and encroaching on the Hulunbuir grassland, there are fewer and fewer livestock here, and more than 20 herdsmen who were originally stationed in the ninth team have also moved away. Only a solitary Tibetan temple remains.

Most Mongolians believe in Tibetan Buddhism, of which Tibetan Buddhism is divided into yellow, red and white, and ordinary people are distinguished by the color on the monk's hat, in fact, the teachings of the three sects of yellow, white and red are also very different. This is not the purpose of this book, but you can check it out if you are interested in this area of religious practice.

There is an old Chinese saying that a monk can't run a temple if he runs. The temple is small and has only two small trumpets to run the place, and the nearby herders bring cheese, fruit and fresh vegetables every morning to worship their faith. Although Battle is a hero on the grassland, it does not prevent him from having a pious heart to worship the gods.

He took the horse team to almost turn over the mountains of the Great Xing'an Mountains, but he did not find the figure of the young master, so on the way back, he wanted to come to the Yellow Temple in Hadatu to pray for the young master. A group of people came to the No. 9 Ranch and almost scared and paralyzed, in the past, the snow mountain wolves almost dared to come out after nightfall to sneak attack livestock, the No. 9 Ranch is inaccessible, this group of snow mountain wolves is bold, and the leaders of the noon actually gathered together to surround the Yellow Temple. It is estimated that the livestock here have been eaten by them, and the only ones who still have some oil and water are the two little lamas in the temple.

The wolves roared around the Yellow Temple, not noticing that a group of demons were rushing towards them behind them. Battle gave the order to shoot, and suddenly more than fifty muskets roared in unison, and the sound shook the sky, shooting all the dozens of snow-capped mountain wolves around the Yellow Temple in the blink of an eye.

Battle underestimated the ferocity of the snowy mountain wolves, they are not steppe wolves, steppe wolves do not lack food, and their living environment is not as harsh as that in Siberia, so they have no sense of competition, and they will never fight when they meet people. But the temperament of the snow mountain wolf is completely different from their close relatives, they will never give up the food they recognize, even if the enemy is unprecedentedly strong, they will seize the opportunity to turn these powerful enemies into the oil and water in their stomachs.

(This story may not be as pure as a grave raiding horror, but you haven't seen the ferocity of wolves with your own eyes, and their horror is far from what we see in the animal world, especially these ferocious Russian snowy mountain wolves.) Wushuang and the others came to rescue Battle, and they almost gave their lives here, and even Ma Sihai, an old guest who held back his treasure, had to sigh that the snow mountain wolf was much higher than the creatures in the Xing'an Mountains in terms of IQ and ferocity, and was the devil among the real beasts. ）

Ten minutes later, the second snow mountain wolf rushed over to surround the Yellow Temple, their number far exceeded Battle's expectations, at first he also organized the horses to fight back and wanted to eliminate all the snow mountain wolves, the horses were doing murderous business, the marksmanship was surprisingly accurate, almost a shot of a wolf, but after a few minutes, Battle felt that the situation was getting more and more dangerous, from each direction of the Hulunbuir prairie there were teams of snow mountain wolves to come to support, the wolves were bigger and bigger, the number completely exceeded the bullets they had in their hands。

And these wolves are very cunning, one group pretended to hit the main gate of the Yellow Temple, and the other group went around to the back of the temple, one on one shoulder and actually made a wall of flesh to sneak attack the horses.

Battle has suffered heavy casualties, and if a wolf climbs over a wall, their first move is to pounce on the nearest person and then bite your throat without giving you a chance to struggle. In addition to the wounded sent by Battle to ask for help, after more than half an hour, there were less than ten people left around Battle, and these companions were also wounded, and what was even more terrifying was that their bullets were running out, and they could not hold out for long.

On the ninth ranch, a string of horses' hooves came, and Wushuang and they finally arrived, but the scene in front of them completely subverted Wushuang's understanding of the beastly and ferocious Cheng Dù. Around the Yellow Temple, there are all wolves densely, almost impossible to count with the naked eye, not to mention more than 50 of them, even if there are another hundred people, I am afraid that they will not be able to wipe out all the wolves. He even wondered if all the wolves in the Hulunbuir steppe had rushed to help.

Yun Qiang grabbed the reins and motioned for all the brothers to stand by and not to fire lightly, keeping a safe distance from the wolves. The front door and back wall of the Yellow Temple were almost all built into walls by wolf corpses, and the living snow-capped wolves still rushed in one after another stepping on the corpses of their compatriots. There were very helpless scattered gunshots in the Yellow Temple, and it seemed that the eldest brother really couldn't hold on for long.

"Master, what should I do?" Yun Qiang ran out of ideas.

"Concentrate your firepower, make a hole in front of the main gate, you and my second grandfather will take people to cover on both wings, and I will rush in and pick up the people inside!"