Qin Liu pulled out the short blade, inserted it into the wolf's neck again, twisted it, pulled it out and inserted it again, and repeated the action I don't know how many times.

She is like a red-eyed beast, knowing only the most mechanical and instinctive movements.

The wolf's neck was squeezed by the trunk of the tree and the little mute, and there was not much room for her to operate, and she could not take it lightly, otherwise the blade would either be inserted into the trunk or into the head of the little mute.

After some time, the wolf stopped moving, and the little mute finally let go, and the wolf corpse fell limply to the ground.

The blood flowing from the wolf's neck had poured the little mute into a "Daigo empowerment", and the blood flowed down the little mute's unruly hair, blinding his eyes, flowing into his neck, wetting his clothes, and directly giving him a "baptism of blood".

The little mute raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from his forehead and eyes, and smiled at Qin Liu, who was already limp on the side: "You are very brave." ”

Seeing him like a bloody man returning from hell, even his snow-white teeth were stained with blood, Qin Liu's smile was more ugly than crying: "You too!" ”

The little mute took a few breaths, went to the tent and fetched two stirrups, and struck them again and again. Qin Liu was dragged by him to the campfire and wrapped in a felt blanket.

Qin Liu stared blankly at the bonfire, and sometimes raised his eyes vigilantly to look at the darkness around him.

She finally realized how harsh the living environment of the grassland was.

In the dark woods, in the vast fields, I don't know how many wolves are still eyeing them.

They killed two, but if there were wolves nearby, and the wolves were on together, would they be able to escape?

The answer is clearly no.

However, with the sound of campfires and the rattling of stirrups, the wolves did not attack them again.

The vastness of the grasslands has given birth to countless species, and the steppe wolf is one of them.

However, it is humans who are more agile and intelligent than the steppe wolf.

The grassland herdsmen have fought countless life-and-death struggles with the steppe wolves for thousands of years, and the terrible swords and sharp weapons, and the ruthlessness of the beast trap clamp that instantly clamped off the wolf's legs, have long been carved into the bones of generations of steppe wolves.

The clanging of iron was like the death knell of death, so that the wolves were already torn apart and did not dare to step forward again.

She looked at the little mute covered in blood beside her, and admiration came spontaneously.

If it weren't for the little mute who quickly pushed her away and resisted the wolf just now, I was afraid that she would have been bitten off by the wolf.

It is only in such a difficult environment as the grassland that a calm and sensitive Mongolian man like Little Mute can be bred, and the heroic and fearless Mongolian women are also cultivated in the desperate struggle again and again.

She was a little glad that she didn't bring Li Laohan, who had broken his leg, and the children to the grassland.

Come to think of it, how risky the little mute who is familiar with the dangers of the grassland should have been when he made the decision to bring the old man and children to the grassland!

She looked at the little mute's pants torn by wolf claws on his legs and asked, "Are you hurt?" ”

The little mute said lightly: "No, these pants are wide and sewn with cowhide, just to prevent being scratched by wild beasts." ”

The little mute probably lost his strength, knocked on the stirrup for a while before he eased up, and then dragged a wolf over, picked up the short blade and skinned it on the spot.

The little mute moved skillfully and quickly, and in a short time a piece of intact wolf skin was peeled off, and the wolf meat was thrown aside by him.

The little mute said, "Tomorrow hang the skin of this wolf on our horses, and the other wolves will not dare to invade us again." ”

Qin Liu looked at this grassland prince in surprise - how could he do anything?

She asked a different topic: "Isn't wolf meat delicious?" ”

Isn't it a pity that so much wolf meat is wasted?

The little mute looked at her with strange eyes and said, "After we steppe people die, we are not buried in the soil like you Han people, but thrown into the wilderness for wolves to eat. The faster and cleaner the wolf eats, the less guilty the dead are, and the sooner they go to Tengri. This wolf may have eaten people, are you sure you want to eat wolf meat? ”

Qin Liu pouted: "No need...... "Anyway, they have enough food."

The two stayed up all night guarding the campfire, and the sound of the stirrup bell rang all night.

As soon as it was dawn the next day, the two packed up their belongings and set off on horseback.

Outdoor camping with only two people is still too dangerous.

Qin Liu was a little strange about how the little mute survived on the grassland alone after escaping from the Ming army before.

At noon, they rested by a river, the little mute looked at the river water that was not too deep, took off his shirt and planned to bathe in the river, Qin Liu called out to him: "It's better to go to Old Man Lou's camp and wash it later, the water in this wild is very cold and not very clean." ”

It's not worth it if you get sick with frostbite just to wash it off.

The little mute sneered: "We grassland people all wash it like this, there will be no problem." ”

Seeing this, Qin Liu avoided it. The little mute didn't go into the water again, he washed his face and upper body and still got dressed and followed, and he kept smelling the smell of his body.

Qin Liu found a piece of cloth to help him wrap his hair. His hair was covered in dried blood, and his hair was still smelling of blood in strands of hair.

The face and neck had been washed, and the clothes on the body had been changed in the morning.

The smell of blood stains will attract some mosquitoes, and the little mute is already impatient with mosquitoes.

The hair was wrapped in cloth to block the smell of blood, and there were indeed many fewer mosquitoes.

The two hurried slowly, and after walking for a few more days, they finally arrived at the station where Old Man Lou and Ah Heima were camping.

Old man Lou seemed to have received the news in advance, and he had already set up a round yurt for Qin Liu to live in.

The things in the yurt are Han Chinese and commonly used in herdsmen's life.

Qin Liu saw that there was a large bucket of water in the tent, and hurriedly boiled the water to scrub his whole body.

The grassland environment is harsh and water is scarce, bathing is impossible, and showering is even more delusional. Qin Liu washed his hair and body with the help of a small amount of water, making good use of every drop of water as much as possible.

After washing and changing into clean clothes, Qin Liu finally felt alive.

She had to sigh at Old Man Lou's carefulness, and even the bath beans were prepared for her.

When Qin Liu came out of the yurt, it was the middle of the day, and letting the sun dry his hair was the best choice at the moment.

Qin Liu took a brief turn in the camp and found that there were a lot of yurts in the camp, and the whole was divided into two camps.

The yurt group in the south is Han Chinese, and there are many heroic and vigorous men wearing Han civilian clothes, from their resolute eyes and calm and calm temperament, Qin Liu can see that this is a group of well-trained Ming soldiers.

The yurts in the north are steppe people, and the people who come in and out and patrol are burly Mongolian men with swords.

In the middle of the two camps, there are three yurts lined up.

Qin Liu walked curiously towards the three yurts.

Outside the yurt in the middle were Mongolian men and Han Chinese men with spears in hand, and when they saw Qin Liu, they didn't stop her from approaching.

Qin Liu listened outside the yurt for a while, and there was a lot of noise inside.

Ah Heima's voice was especially angry and high-pitched: "It's too much! Tea and salt must be used, nothing else! ”

(End of chapter)