The "disabled Rong family" claimed that their ancestors were Erbai dogs and regarded dogs as totems.
-Fan Wenlan's "A Brief History of China, Part I"
Zhou Muwang conquered Rong and got four white wolves and four white deer.
-"History of Xiongnu"
When Stark Chan trapped a big wolf in a snow cave with a monocular lens, he saw the steel conical eyes of Mongolian prairie wolf. Stark Chan's hair stood up like a porcupine's hair, almost leaving his shirt. Bi Lige's old man was around, and Stark Chan didn't feel out-of-body experience this time, but cold sweat still seeped out along the erected sweat pores. Although Stark Chan has lived on the grassland for two years, he is still afraid of the giant wolves and wolves on the Mongolian grassland. In this deep mountain far from the camp, in the face of such a large group of wolves, the frost breath in my mouth is shaking. Stark Chan and Billy, the two old men, have no guns, long knives, harnesses or even iron stirrups. They only have two horse sticks. If wolves sniff out their popularity, they may be buried in the sky ahead of time.
Stark Chan trembled and spit out half a breath before turning his head to see the old man. Bilig is observing the encirclement of wolves with another monocle. The old man said in a low voice, why are you so courageous? Like a sheep. You Han people are afraid of wolves in your bones, otherwise how can Han people lose the battle as soon as they get to the grassland? Seeing Stark Chan's silence, the old man whispered to him, "Don't panic now, make some noise. This is no joke. " . Stark Chan nodded and grabbed a handful of snow with his hand. The snow pinched into a chunk of ice in his hand.
On the hillside opposite the side, a large group of antelopes are still scrambling for grass warily, but it seems that they have not found the conspiracy of wolves. One end of the line surrounded by wolves is getting closer and closer to their snow nest. Stark Chan dare not move. He felt almost frozen into an ice sculpture. ...
This is the second time that Stark Chan has met a big wolf pack on the grassland. At this moment, the fear of his first encounter with the wolf once again shocked his whole body. He believes that any Han Chinese has experienced that experience, and the gallbladder can't be intact.
Two years ago, when Stark Chan came to this border pasture from Beijing to jump the queue, it was already late 1 1 month, and the Oroqen grassland was covered with snow. Before the yurt of the educated youth was delivered, Stark Chan was arranged to live in an old man's home in Bi Lige and was assigned as a shepherd. One day more than a month later, he and the old man went to the field more than 80 miles away to get the study documents and bought some daily necessities by the way. On the way home, the old man, as a member of the ranch revolutionary Committee, was suddenly left for a meeting, but the field department instructed that those documents should be sent to the brigade immediately without delay. Stark Chan had to ride back to the team alone. When he left, the old man gave his fast, family-oriented big green horse to Stark Chan, and repeatedly told him not to cut corners, but to take the main road, and there would be yurts every twenty or thirty miles along the way, so it would be all right.
As soon as Stark Chan stepped onto Daqingma, his legs immediately felt the strong horsepower of the first-class Mongolian horse and he had the impulse to gallop. As soon as he climbed a mountain ridge and looked at the top of Chaganwo, the headquarters of the brigade, he suddenly put the old man's advice behind him, spontaneously gave up the route of walking around the big lane for more than 20 miles and turned straight into the brigade.
It's getting colder and colder. About halfway through, the sun shivered with cold and shrank below the horizon. The cold of the snow rose into the air, and the skin of the fur robe was frozen hard. When Stark Chan wears his fur robe and shakes his arms, elbows and waist, there will be a rubbing sound. The big green horse has been covered with a layer of white sweat, and the horse has stepped on the thick snow, and its standing posture is gradually slow. The mountains rise and fall, one after another, surrounded by wild fields, and there is not a wisp of smoke. Daqingma is still trotting, showing no signs of fatigue. It runs smoothly and is as comfortable as possible. Stark Chan also let go of the drill and let it master its own strength, speed and direction. Stark Chan suddenly shivered and felt a little nervous-he was afraid of getting lost, bad weather, snowstorms and freezing to death in the snow and ice wasteland, but he just forgot to be afraid of wolves.
At the end of a taniguchi, Daqingma's active and listening ears suddenly stopped. He went straight to the back of taniguchi and began to look up and spray, with a disorderly pace. This is the first time for Stark Chan to ride a long road in the snow. He didn't realize the danger ahead. Daqingma hurriedly opened her nostrils, opened her eyes, changed her direction without authorization, and wanted to make a detour. But Stark Chan still doesn't understand this horse. He gritted his teeth, straightened his horse's head and continued to trot forward. The "ma bu" or "ma bu" or "ma bu" has become more and more chaotic, and it has become half-walking, half-running and half-jumping, but under the hoof, it is powerful and ready to run. Stark Chan knows that in winter, he must cherish horsepower. He has been checking the chews to prevent the horses from running away.
Mom Daqing saw that a series of warnings didn't work, so she turned and bit Stark Chan's felt boots. Stark Chan suddenly saw the faint danger from the horrible eyes of Qing Ma. But it was too late, and Daqingma shivered into the trumpet-shaped hole in the gloomy valley.
When Marco suddenly turned to look at the valley, he almost jumped off his horse. On the snow slope less than 40 meters away from him, a large group of Mongolian wolves with golden hair and murderous look appeared under the sunset sky. All the heads on the front or side stared at him, and an awl-like eye flew in and almost shot him into a hedgehog. The closest to him are only a few giant wolves, which are as big as leopards and twice as thick, half as tall and half as long as the wolves he saw in Beijing Zoo. At this point, a dozen big wolves crouching in the snow suddenly stood up, their long tails all flat, like handfuls of sabers about to be drawn, with bows on their strings, commanding and ready to cull. Among the wolves, a white wolf king was surrounded by big wolves. Its neck, chest and abdomen are covered with large pieces of gray hair, shining like platinum, dazzling, emitting a fierce and arrogant force of tigers and wolves. There are more than thirty or forty wolves in the whole pack. Later, Stark Chan told Bilig in detail what wolves looked like at that time. The old man scratched his forehead with his forefinger and said that the wolves were probably in a meeting. There happened to be a group of horses on the other side of the mountain, and the Wolf King was planning to attack them for his men. Fortunately, this is not a group of hungry wolves, and wolves with shiny fur are not hungry wolves.
Stark Chan actually lost any consciousness at that moment. The last feeling in his memory was that a slight but extremely horrible voice came out of generate's head, like a subtle clank of a full face of silver dollars. This must be the bang of his soul being knocked out of the top of the skull. Stark Chan felt that his life was interrupted for dozens of seconds. At that moment, he became an out-of-body experience, a vain body. After a long time, Stark Chan recalled his meeting with the wolf. He was very grateful to Abba Biliger and his big green horse. Stark Chan didn't dismount because he rode an unusual horse. That's a famous hunting horse. It grew up among wolves and suffered many battles.
At the last moment, at a critical juncture, Qing Ma suddenly became unusually calm. It pretended not to see the wolves, or seemed to have no intention of disturbing the gathering of wolves, and still walked slowly at the pace of passing by. It has the courage to control its hooves, neither struggling to swing nor rushing to the road, but trying to put its temporary owner firmly on the saddle, like an acrobat with towering glass on his head, sensitively adjusting his standing posture under Stark Chan, and carefully controlling the longitudinal axis of Stark Chan's spine, so as not to let his center of gravity tilt out of balance and plunge into the wolves.
It may be the great courage and wisdom of Qing Ma that brought back Stark Chan's OBE experience. It may also be that Stark Chan suddenly got the spiritual caress of Tengger singer (Heaven), lost the soul of Heaven prematurely, and gained confidence and concentration. When Stark Chan's soul swam in the cold air for dozens of seconds and was taken into his own body again, he felt lucky to be resurrected and strangely calm.
Chen Zhenqiang propped up his ribs and sat on the saddle, involuntarily learning to look like a big green horse, mobilizing and concentrating the rest of the bile, pretending not to see the wolves, and only nervously feeling the side near the wolves out of the corner of his eye. He knows the speed of Mongolian prairie wolf, and the goal of tens of meters distance can only be achieved in a few seconds for Mongolian wolf. People are getting closer and closer to the wolves on the side. Stark Chan knew that he could never show the slightest cowardice. He must be like Zhu Gekongming who sings empty plans, with millions of soldiers in his chest, followed by thousands of soldiers. Only in this way can we curb the vicious and suspicious grassland killer-Mongolian prairie wolf.
He felt that the Wolf King was craning his neck to look at the hillside behind him. All the wolves pointed their pointed bowl-shaped long ears at the direction of the Wolf King like radar. All the killers are waiting for orders from the Wolf King. However, this lone rider with no gun and pole dared to pass the wolves so boldly and ostentatiously, which made the wolf king and all the big wolves suspicious.
The sunset glow gradually disappeared. These people are closer to the wolves. These dozens of steps can be said to be one of the most dangerous and longest journeys in Stark Chan's life. Daqingma took a few more steps. Stark Chan suddenly felt a wolf running towards the snow slope behind him. He realized that this must be a spy sent by the Wolf King to see if there was an ambush behind him. Stark Chan felt that the soul that had just warmed up in the body was leaving the body again.
Daqingma's pace seems to be not so calm. Stark Chan's legs and horses were shaking, and a terrible * * * vibration happened soon, which in turn amplified people's fears. Qing Ma turned her ears back to her back and looked at the spy wolf nervously. Once the wolf finds out the truth, men may only go to the nearest place to the wolf. Stark Chan felt that he was passing through the mouth of a huge wolf, with sharp spikes on it and sharp spikes below. Maybe he was walking between the upper and lower spikes, and the wolf's mouth clicked shut. Daqingma began to squat down gently, preparing for the final desperate fight. However, a loaded horse will suffer at the beginning.
At the critical moment, Stark Chan suddenly called to Tengger singer like a prairie herder: Eternal life, Tengger singer, please extend your arm and give me a hand! He gently called Bilig's father again. Bi Lige Mongolian means wisdom, and he hopes that Baba can send Mongolian grassland wisdom to his mind quickly. There is no response to the quiet Oroqen grassland. He raised his head in despair and wanted to take a last look at the beautiful and cold Tengger singer.
Suddenly, the old father's words fell from the sky like thunder: wolves are most afraid of guns, harness and iron. Gun and harness, he didn't. Does he have iron? When his feet are hot, yes! What he is stepping on is a huge steel stirrup. His feet trembled with ecstasy.
Dad Billy gave him his big green horse, but the saddle didn't change. No wonder the old man picked out such a big pair of steel pedals for him. It seems that the old man has long anticipated the useful day. But the old man told him from the beginning that when he first learned to ride a horse, he would not be able to step on the stirrup. In case of being knocked down by a horse, it is easy to drag the stirrup and be kicked to death by the horse. This pair of stirrups has a wide opening and a round tread, which is almost twice as big and twice as heavy as the ordinary stirrup with a shallow mouth and square bottom.
The wolves are waiting for the spies, and the troops have come before them. Stark Chan quickly withdrew his foot from the stirrup, bent down and pulled the stirrup up, holding the stirrup in one hand-this is a matter of life and death. With all his strength, Stark Chan suddenly turned and shouted at the dense wolves, then lifted the heavy steel stirrup to his chest and smashed it.
"When, when ..."
The sound of a steel hammer striking the rail with a steel stirrup is crisp and high frequency, which is deafening. On the cold and silent grassland, it is like a sharp sword stabbing the wolves. For wolves, this unnatural steel sound is more terrible than thunder in nature and more threatening than the sound made by the steel trap that coyotes are most afraid of. Stark Chan knocked out the first sound, scaring the whole wolf pack to tremble. He hit a few more times, and the wolves, led by the Wolf King, turned around, turned their backs, pricked up their ears, shrank their necks like a yellow wind, and fled to the mountains. Even the wolf gave up the task and quickly returned to the team.
Stark Chan couldn't believe his eyes. Such a terrible and huge Mongolian wolf pack was repelled by two steel stirrups Suddenly, he got up the courage, slammed the stirrup, waved his arm with the gesture of waving from the grassland herders, and shouted in the direction behind him: Horton! Holden. (quick! Come on! ) There are many wolves here.
Probably, Mongolian wolves can understand Mongolian dialects and gesture hunting language of Mongolian hunters. The wolves were frightened by the hunting circle of Mongolian hunters they suspected and quickly evacuated. However, the wolves have been evacuated in an orderly way, and the rushing wolves still maintain the ancient organizational system and formation of the Grassland Wolf Corps. The fierce wolf charged, the wolf king was in front, and the giant wolf patrolled. There was no chaos of scattered birds and animals. Stark Chan looked stunned.
The wolves disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving a large area of snow, fog and sand in the valley.
It's getting dark Stark Chan hasn't fully recognized the stirrup, and Daqingma catapults out and sprints to the nearest camp it knows. Cold wind poured into the neckline cuffs, and Stark Chan's cold sweat almost turned into ice.
Stark Chan lived in the wolf's mouth for the rest of his life. Since then, he has always respected Tengger as a grassland people. Moreover, from then on, he had a possessed fear, awe and obsession with Mongolian hyenas. Mongolian wolf, for him, is not just touching his soul, but a creature that once touched his soul. Is there such a great attraction and tolerance lurking in coyotes? This invisible, intangible, nihilistic but solid thing may be a fetish or primitive totem in people's hearts. Stark Chan vaguely felt that he might have intruded into the spiritual realm of prairie people. Although he accidentally knocked the door open a little, his eyes and interest have already come in.
In the next two years, Stark Chan has never seen such a spectacular wolf pack. He tends sheep during the day, and sometimes he can see one or two wolves from a distance. Even if he walked dozens or hundreds of miles, he could only see three or five wolves at most. But he often saw sheep, cattle and horses killed by wolves or wolves, ranging from one or two heads to two or three heads, to three or four horses, and many corpses everywhere. When you visit the house, you can also see the wolf skin bobbin peeled off by the herder hunter after killing the wolf, hanging high on the top of the long pole and flying like a wolf flag.
Old Bilig still lay motionless in the snow nest, squinting at the antelope and the approaching wolves on the grass slope, and whispered to Stark Chan, Hold on a little longer, oh, learn to be patient first.
With old Billy Jay around, Stark Chan felt much more relaxed. He wiped the frost off his eyelashes, blinked calmly at the old man, and looked at the line formed by antelope and wolf on the opposite hillside with a telescope, and saw that the wolves were still silent. ...
From then on, Daqing horse and wolf had a close fight, and he knew that people on the grassland had always lived close to wolves. When herding sheep during the day, you can see the wolf's fresh paw prints on the snow not far from the yurt, more paw prints on the hillside meadow, and gray fresh wolf dung; At night, he can see the ghostly wolf shadow almost every night, especially in the cold winter. Those green wolf eyes are tens of meters away from the sheep, ranging from two or three pairs, five or six pairs, to a dozen pairs. At most, he and Biliger's eldest daughter-in-law, Gasmai, counted 25 pairs of wolf eyes with flashlights. Primitive nomadism is like guerrilla marching, with simple equipment. In winter, the sheepfold is just a semi-circular windbreak wall made of ox carts, movable fences and big blankets, which only plays a role in preventing wind and wolves. The huge gap in the south of the sheepfold is guarded by dogs and women at night. Sometimes the wolf rushes into the sheepfold and the wolf fights with the dog. The wolf or dog's body often hits the Hana wall of the yurt heavily, waking up the people sleeping against the wall in the bag. Stark Chan was awakened by the wolf twice. If there were no walls, the wolf would have jumped into his arms. People in primitive nomadic state are sometimes less than two layers of felt from coyotes. It's just that Stark Chan hasn't had a chance to meet the wolf himself. Mongolian hyenas, who are extremely good at night fighting, are definitely more elusive than guerrillas in North China Plain. Stark Chan always forced himself to wake up a little on the night when wolves frequently appeared, and asked Gasmai to call his name when he was on duty the next night. If a wolf rushes into the sheep, he will surely help her bomb and kill the wolf. Old Billy Jay often laughs and has a goatee. He said that he had never seen a Han Chinese so excited about wolves. The old man seems to be satisfied with this unusual interest of Beijing student Stark Chan.
Stark Chan finally came to the grassland in the first year, a snowy night in the middle of winter, and saw the fierce battle between people, dogs and wolves at close range. ...
Chen chen (array)! Chen chen (array)!
Late that night, Stark Chan was suddenly awakened by Gasmin's urgent cry and the dog's roar. When he put on his felt boots and fur robe and rushed out of the bag with a flashlight and a horse stick, his legs trembled violently again. With the flashlight light of snowflakes flying everywhere, he actually saw Gasmai pulling the long tail of a big wolf. This wolf is almost the length of an adult from beginning to end, and she actually wants to pull the wolf out of the packed sheep. The wolf desperately wants to turn around and bite, but the silly sheep and the fat sheep in the tourist trap are afraid of both the wolf and the wind, and desperately rush to the dense sheep behind the windbreak, squeezing the falling snow on the sheep into smelly steam and squeezing the predecessor of the wolf to a standstill. The wolf can only scratch the ground with its claws, pounce on it and bite wildly, and tug-of-war with Gasmai desperately, trying to rush out of the flock and turn around and fight back. Stark Chan stumbled past, at that time I don't know how to start. The two big dogs behind Gasmai were also separated by sheep, so they were too anxious to speak, so they had to growl and bark to suppress the arrogance of the wolf. The other five or six mighty big dogs of Biliger's family and all the dogs next door are fighting wolves on the east side of the flock. The barking, roaring and crying of dogs are earth-shattering. Stark Chan tried to help Gasmin, but his legs were shaking and he couldn't move a step. At first, his desire to touch a live wolf with his own hands was turned into ice. Gasmin thought that Chen Zhen really wanted to help her. He was so anxious that he shouted, "Don't come here!" " ! Don't let wolves bite. Drive the sheep away! Dog!
Gasmai leaned back, tugging at the wolf's tail and sweating profusely. She broke the wolf's coccyx with both hands, making the wolf gasp with his mouth open in pain, and he couldn't wait to turn around and tear people up and swallow them. Seeing that there was no hope of rushing up, the wolf suddenly retreated sharply and turned around and bit Gasmai. With a sudden stab, half the hem of the fur robe was torn off by a spike. Gasmai's fine Mongolian eyes reveal a vicious look like the eyes of a mother leopard. She tugged at the wolf, but wouldn't let go. Then she jumped back, straightened the wolf again and dragged the wolf to the dog's side desperately.
Stark Chan was in a hurry. He aimed his flashlight at Gasmai and the wolf, for fear that she would not see the wolf clearly and be bitten by the wolf. At the same time, he swung his horse stick and threw it at the sheep around him. The sheep were in chaos. Afraid of the wolf in the dark, all the sheep crowded into the flashlight in the sheepfold. Stark Chan can't catch sheep at all. He found that Gasmai could hardly drag the wolf, and she was dragged forward by the wolf.
"Ah, ah! Ah! " The voice of screaming children came.
Gasmai's nine-year-old son, Bajad, rushed out of the yurt and saw the battle. His shouts changed. But he immediately rushed to his mother, almost like jumping on an pommel horse, jumping from the back of a sheep to Gasmai's side and grabbing the wolf's tail in one hand. Gasmai shouted: Grab the wolf's leg! Grab the wolf's leg! Bajad quickly grabbed the wolf's hind legs with both hands, dragging hard, and suddenly weakened the wolf's forward momentum. Mother and son finally pulled the wolf down. The dogs on the east side of the camp continued to roar and fight fiercely. The wolves are obviously a diversion, containing the dog's main force and covering the wolves rushing into the sheep to attack or retreat. The defense line in the middle and west of the sheep pen depends on the tenacious persistence of the mother and son, so that the big wolf can't rush out some sheep from the west side of the windbreak wall of the sheepfold.
Old man Bi Lige has also rushed to the edge of the sheep, bombarding the sheep and yelling at the dog in the east: Balak! Bell! "Bala" means tiger in Mongolian. It is the tallest, fiercest and most desperate dog with Tibetan descent. Although its body is not as long as the average wolf, its height and chest width exceed that of the wolf. Hearing the call of his master, Balak immediately stopped fighting and rushed to the old man's side. A sudden stop, ha out of a wolf blood smell. The old man quickly took the flashlight in Stark Chan's hand and took a photo of the wolves in the flock with the beam of the flashlight. Balak shook his head violently, depressed like a dereliction of duty guard. He suddenly jumped on the sheep's back in disgust, stepped on the sheep's head and rushed at the wolf, rolling and crawling. The old man shouted to Stark Chan: Drive the sheep to the wolves! Catch the wolf! Don't let the wolf get away! Then, the two men took Stark Chan by the hand, waded through the sheep, and walked towards the Wolf and Gasmai.
The vicious Balak, panting, finally stood by Gasmai's side, but the wolf was surrounded by the crowded sheep. A good hunting dog in Mongolian grassland knows the rules, and does not bite the wolf's back or hurt the wolf's skin. Balak still couldn't find a place to eat, and he was so anxious that he shouted. When Gasmai saw Balak arrive, he suddenly leaned sideways, lifted his legs, grabbed the long wolf tail with both hands, held it with his knees, and then let out a cry. With all his strength, he snapped like a wooden pole and broke the wolf tail at once. The wolf gave a miserable cry. It hurt four paws and relaxed. Mother and son suddenly pulled the wolf out of the sheep pile. The wolf twitched all over and looked back at the wound. Balak took advantage of the situation and bit the wolf's throat. He ignored the wolf's claws and pressed his foot against the wolf's chest. When the dog's teeth are closed, the blood of two wolves is ejected from the carotid artery. The wolf struggled wildly for a minute or two and collapsed to the ground. A bloody tongue came out from the gap between the wolf's mouth and the wolf's teeth. Gasmai wiped the wolf's blood on his face and gasped. Stark Chan felt his face flushed with cold, as if painted with rouge of wolf blood, as savage, brave and beautiful as prehistoric primitive people.
The thick blood gas of the dead wolf floated into the air, the barking of the dogs in the east stopped, the wolves scattered and fled, and soon disappeared into the darkness. In a short time, the shrill cry of wolves came from the northwest meadow, mourning for them for a long time.
I'm really useless. I am as timid as a sheep. Stark Chan sighed in shame: I am not as good as a dog on the grassland, as good as a woman on the grassland, or even as good as a nine-year-old child. Gasmai smiled and shook his head and said, no, no, if you don't help me, the wolf will eat the sheep in his mouth. The old man Bi Lige also smiled: You, a foreign student in China, can help drive sheep and use a flashlight. I haven't seen it yet.
Stark Chan finally touched the rest of the dead wolves. He really regrets that he didn't have the courage to help Gasmai catch the live wolf's tail just now and missed the once-in-a-lifetime experience of fighting the wolf with his bare hands. Allen Wolf's body is really scary, like a furry gorilla falling to the ground. He is majestic, as if he had just drunk to the ground and would roar and jump at any time. Stark Chan touched Balak's big head, got up the courage to bend down, opened his thumb and middle finger, and measured the length of the wolf. From the tip of the wolf's nose to the tip of the wolf's tail, it is one meter and eight meters long, which is several centimeters longer than his height. Stark Chan gasped.
Old man Bilig took a flashlight to see the sheep. * * * Three or four sheep's big fat tails were bitten off and eaten by wolves, and they were bloody. The old man said: such a big wolf, these sheep don't lose their tails. The old man and Stark Chan dragged the heavy dead wolf into the bag to prevent the dog next door from biting his skin to vent their anger. Stark Chan thinks that the claws of wolves are much bigger than those of dogs. He compared it to a wolf's paw with his palm. Except for five fingers, a wolf's claws are almost as big as a human palm. No wonder wolves can run so steadily in the snow or the Rocky Mountains. The old man said, I will teach you to skin a wolf tomorrow.
Gasmai took out half a pot of meat from his bag to reward Balak and other dogs. Stark Chan followed him out, stroking Balak's big head and his broad back like a small kang table with both hands. He thanked him by wagging his big tail while chewing the bones. Stark Chan couldn't help asking Gasmin: Were you scared just now? She smiled and said, scared, scared. I'm afraid the wolf will drive the sheep away, and I won't get a cent. I'm the captain of the production team, and it's a shame to lose the sheep. Gasmai bent down and patted Balak's head, and even said, Sai (good) Balak, Sai (good) Balak. Balak immediately put down the meat, raised his head to meet the hostess's palm, and drilled his big mouth into her wrist cuff. His big tail shook with joy and shook out the wind. Stark Chan found that Balak, who was hungry in the cold wind, paid more attention to the emotional return of the hostess. Gasmai said: Chen chen (Array), after the Spring Festival, I will give you a good puppy. You are very skillful in feeding dogs. Take good care of it and grow up to be like Balak. Stark Chan bother to thank.
After getting into the bag, Stark Chan said, I was really scared just now. The old man said, I knew it as soon as I grabbed your hand. Why are you shaking? If you want to fight, can you still hold a knife? If you want to stay in the grassland, you have to be worse than a wolf. In the future, I have to take you to fight wolves. Once upon a time, Genghis Khan ordered soldiers and selected experts to fight wolves.
Stark Chan nodded and said, I believe, I believe. If Gesmai takes part in the battle, he will be better than Mulan ... Oh, Mulan is the most famous female general of the ancient Han nationality.
The old man said: Your flowers in China ... flowers and trees (orchids) are scarce; We Mongolians have a lot of gasmai, and every family has it. The old man smiled like an old wolf king.
From then on, Chen Zhen wanted to approach wolves more and more, observe them and study them. He vaguely felt that there was a mysterious relationship between the prairie wolf and the prairie people. Perhaps only by understanding the prairie wolf can we understand the mysterious Mongolian grassland and Mongolian grassland people. Mongolian hyenas are precisely the most elusive and mysterious part. Stark Chan hopes that he can increase more real and concrete contact and feelings about wolves. He even wanted to dig a litter of wolf cubs and raise a coyote that he could see and touch-even he was shocked by the idea. As spring approaches, his desire for the little wolf becomes stronger and stronger.
Bi Lige is the most famous hunter in Oroqen grassland, but he seldom goes hunting. Even if you go hunting, you will go hunting foxes instead of wolves. In the past two years, people have been busy with the Cultural Revolution, and the traditional life of grazing and hunting on the grassland is almost as chaotic as herding sheep in Mao Feng. Until this winter, herds of antelopes crossed the border and entered the Oroqen grassland. Bi Lige finally fulfilled half of his promise and brought him so close to the big wolf. This is indeed a good place for the elderly to exercise their courage and improve their wisdom. Although Stark Chan had a chance to fight coyotes at close range, it was not a real wolf fight.
However, Stark Chan is still very grateful to the old man's heart and intention.
Stark Chan felt the old man gently touch him with his arm, and then pointed to the hillside. Stark Chan quickly pointed the telescope at the snow slope, and a large group of antelopes were still nervously grabbing grass to eat. However, he saw a big wolf actually retreat from the encirclement of wolves and ran to the mountains in the west. His heart sank, and he whispered to the old man, Don't the wolves want to fight, then we will be frozen for a long time in vain?
The old man said: the wolf is unwilling to find such a rare opportunity. It must be the first wolf who saw too many antelopes and sent this wolf to transfer troops. This opportunity has never come once in five or six years. It seems that the wolves have a big appetite and are really going to fight a big battle. I didn't bring you here for nothing today. You can bear it again. You can afford the chance to hunt. ...