Due to their dependence on the environment and resources, the largest wolf pack on the grassland is no more than 30 wolves, and the legendary hundreds of wolves do not exist.

And at the moment, this team, counting the first wolf, may not exceed fifteen when it is full.

In the fresh air after the thunderstorm and hail, they smelled the smell of "opportunity", and planned to take advantage of the dark moon and high wind to rob a wave.

The men on the grassland are skilled in bows and horses, the bow is a horn bow, the wooden tire is glued to the horns and antlers, and the processed cow tendons are superimposed and pasted, and each layer increases the power of one point.

The fat boy bent his bow and waited for the wolves to show up.

Others watched the excitement from the sidelines.

Zhao Chuanxin's comments: "The center of gravity is unevenly distributed between the two feet, the body is not vertical, the arm that presides over the bow is bent, and the traction relies too much on the strength of the arm, and the locking point is a little crooked......"

The fat little father was said to be upset, Bayar squinted at Zhao Chuanxin, and Yoshiro Yokokawa pouted......

Zhao Chuanxin saw that everyone was looking at him, so he bared his teeth and smiled: "Hehe, these are my own problems, and your actions are very standard." ”

Everyone: "......"

The first wolf emerges.

The fat little mother, with a torch in her hand, hurried to the arrow.

It had just been stained with oil, and it burned when it caught fire.

The fat boy shot the arrow.

The first arrow is just to find a feel, and by the way, light up the environment ahead.

The second arrow followed.

The first wolf whimpered and was shot.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that he didn't aim or not, and said in his heart that this was somewhat similar to his use of a gun, and it was all based on his feelings at a critical time.

There was nothing thrilling, only one wolf died, and the pack retreated.

But Zhao Chuanxin found that there was no joy on the faces of his chubby parents.

"Wolves have a particularly thick fur and are cunning by nature, and when they remember the smell of their cattle and sheep, in the winter, when both men and sheep are sluggish, but they are still active, they will come and steal livestock. How cold is the winter in the steppe? Sometimes, the cow is numb from the cold, and the wolf gnaws half of its body, and it does not react. When that happens, it may not be a human grazing, but a wolf, and the whole sheepfold will be a pasture for wolves......"

Zhao Chuanxin's teeth hurt when he listened.

So, the chubby father cursed and cursed.

"He said that tomorrow he would go to the wolf's den to fight the wolves, and kill them all, but if he left two or three, and when he waited for the next nest of six or seven, it would be a new wolf pack." ”

Zhao Chuanxin helped the cowboy hat and watched the fat father retrieve the wolf's corpse and peel it.

He sat down by the charcoal stove, lit the fire, and buttoned his cowboy hat to his face.

Sleeping like this is naturally extremely uncomfortable.

Feeling the warmth of the charcoal stove on his side, smelling the faint smell of cow and sheep dung in his nose, and hearing the grass swaying slightly, fortunately, it was the night of the grassland in July of the Western calendar, and it was not so cold.

Zhao Chuanxin also felt tired, but not sleepy, he took the opportunity to expel the surrounding water vapor, and by the way, released a stream of particles from the greeting of Lord Runzhi.

The Starry Sky Root absorbed, and all the discomfort in the limbs and five bones was immediately dispelled.

So in the middle of the night, he heard the sound of rustling in a daze.

Moving his cowboy hat, Zhao Chuanxin saw Yoshiro Yokokawa peeing at night with the peripheral vision of his left eye, but he didn't rush to sleep after lifting his pants, but tiptoed through Bayar's bag.

He pulled aside the silver dollars and the hemp money, and set aside the cane, the wooden carved crow, and the birch bark drum, and finally took out a small jar, poured out a little powder from it, and swallowed it.

There was a flush on his ghostly face, and after a moment it turned even paler.

Then he looked at Zhao Chuanxin with fierceness in his eyes.

Through the sporadic cow dung firelight, Zhao Chuanxin's squinted left eye suddenly saw Yoshiro Yokokawa's face showing hideousness.

He picked up the dagger that had pierced the instep of his foot, limped but kept his voice as low as possible, and walked towards Zhao Chuanxin.

After Yoshiro Yokokawa approached, a sudden evil wind blew, blowing the cowboy hat crookedly, revealing Zhao Chuanxin's round left eye.

Yoshiro Yokokawa retreated in horror, hiding the knife behind his back as he felt his heart beat out of his chest.

Who knows, Zhao Chuanxin's round eyes didn't blink, and his breathing was even and powerful.

Yoshiro Yokokawa breathed a long sigh of relief, it turned out that this person was sleeping with his eyes open.

He approached again and raised his knife.

Then.

"Quack ......"

Yoshiro Yokokawa's face stiffened, and he hid the knife behind him again as a thief, his heart pounding like a drum.

only to find that it was only the man grinding his teeth.

The strength of the medicine attacked, and Yoshiro Yokokawa's hands began to tremble.

He gritted his teeth and raised his knife for the third time.

The wind was still blowing slightly.

I don't know where it came from, but a voice was carried by the wind and reached Yoshiro Yokokawa's ears.

It was a woman's voice, staccato and bleak.

She seemed to be saying, "I loved roast lamb when I was alive, and I lived here when I was alive." ”

Yoshiro Yokokawa's pupils shook, holding a knife, his mouth wide open and looking around, all around him was grass, the dwarf was only below his ankles, the tall one was taller than a person, and every grass was blown by the wind and looked sneaky and evil.

Yoshiro Yokokawa's hands trembled even more.

I listened to the bleak woman's voice and continued: "I liked to eat roast lamb when I was alive, and I lived here when I was alive. However, after I gave birth, I didn't like to eat lambs, and I didn't want to live here. ”

Yoshiro Yokokawa: "......"

He was furious and wanted to roar: "Who is molesting the uncle?" ”

But Zhao Chuanxin was close at hand, and he didn't dare.

He trembled and held the knife and slowly stretched out to Zhao Chuanxin.

At this time, the voice of a little girl drifted in the wind.

The girl's voice said, "Abu, I'm so cold, those wolves have eaten all my bones." ”

Yokokawa Yoshiro suddenly felt like chaff, and even the knife was a little unstable.

Although I couldn't see anything, I automatically made up for the scene of a girl's white bones showing the surface of the earth, and the mouth of the little skull was still open, and the voice came from there.

But I heard a rough voice say: "You don't eat so much meat, you want to gnaw on the bones, and you are taken away by the wolf, so come back quickly when it is cold, and the stewed mutton is already cooked." ”

Yoshiro Yokokawa: "......"

It's so exciting, scared first, then angry. No matter how scared, then angry.

The human heart is already irritated, not to mention that Yoshiro Yokokawa has just taken a medicine special for shamans.

The short knife of the cow bone carving crow could not be held and fell down.

Strange to say, he was supposed to be an outstretched hand, and the knife should have fallen to the ground, but it happened to retract and plunge into his other intact instep.

Poof......

It was stabbed in half and nailed to the ground.

Yoshiro Yokokawa's eyes bulged......

He hurriedly gagged his mouth with both hands so that he would not let out a painful exhalation.

He didn't use his hands hard, but he didn't know what kind of dexterity he used, and his wrist was jerked up, pressing down on his jaw, forcing his open mouth to close.

This sudden force made the upper and lower teeth bite the tongue.

"Hmm......"

"Poof......

At this moment, Yoshiro Yokokawa almost bit off the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

His lips trembled, and he looked at his hands in disbelief, why did he suddenly get so strong?

Yes, it must be the effect of the shaman!

Biting your tongue is not only painful, but it is often accompanied by an irritating emotion.

Yoshiro Yokokawa was no exception, and he felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest.

He wanted to slap himself twice in annoyance, but he was afraid that he would wake up the sleeping Zhao Chuanxin by making a noise, so he instinctively wanted to retreat.

But he forgot that he still had a short knife stuck in his instep.

With this force, his painful face was hideous.

It's strange to say, I didn't use much force, but the amplitude of action directly pulled out the short knife inserted in the soil, causing the wound to bleed non-stop.

Yoshiro Yokokawa's anger exploded on the spot, which can only be attributed to the strength of the shaman's medicine!

Stumbling backwards, he squeezed out the knife stuck in his foot as he stepped on the ground.

This pain is not trivial!

I can't bear it until now, and I haven't screamed yet, and even Yoshiro Yokokawa admires himself.

He sat on the ground, picked up the short knife, held it in his mouth and bit it, and dragged his arms on the grass with his body propped up.

Both feet were wounded, and only two arms dared to exert their strength, and it took a lot of effort to return to the side of the cow dung campfire, and lay down against the snoring Bayar's forehead.

He bit the knife, endured the pain, almost crushed his teeth, and poured a little shamanic medicine from the small jar in his bag and put it into his mouth.

When the second wave of medicine attacked, the pain was relieved.

He clenched his fists and stared at the "sleeping" man not far away on the pony......

(End of chapter)