"We are here to fight wolves. We can't drink any more. We really can't drink any more!"
In the wild, outside the grassland, the sky was cloudless.
Three frail men were pulling their poop side by side.
Wang Daiba even had to lean on one leg to support himself, his eyes glowing green.
For several days in a row, I drank too much before eating meat.
Even if Superman came, I wouldn’t be able to stand it!
"Yes! No, this guy is too enthusiastic. I can't drink anymore tomorrow morning no matter what."
Ye Bufan was also convinced, and he even fiddled with the gun while he was awake yesterday.
Otherwise they will be really left with nothing for several days in a row.
Inside the house, Tengger sat with his family, holding Laifu and the other three, and looked at the three people outside with curiosity.
There have never been any visitors to the lonely grassland.
They herd sheep and migrate along the grassland. They seldom visit strangers or even towns.
Now that they have so many interesting guests, they are reluctant to let them leave.
As soon as the three entered the house, Batu took out the last bottle of his collection of wine.
Although he said that he felt sorry for the three people, he still poured them a big bowl of wine.
He said he would drink one last bowl and never drink again.
This time, the three of them were finally trapped.
During the later pandemic, the alcohol used for national disinfection was only 75 degrees.
At that time, many poor people in rural areas did not use alcohol for disinfection, but instead drank industrial alcohol as wine.
The medical staff discovered it in time.
He was saved only after being sent to the hospital for gastric lavage.
But this pure, treasured donkey is more than just a name.
People are pure 㱕 adjectives.
The donkey was given a sip of 72-proof liquor, and then its mouth was blocked with a towel.
With just a shake of the donkey's head, the old donkey weighing two or three hundred pounds fell to the ground with its four legs in the air.
Just now, I was glad that the Tengger family finally came to their senses.
After drinking a bowl of wine, he fell to the ground instantly.
The Tengger family was so amused that they couldn't even stand up.
When I woke up the next day, the whole yurt had returned to normal.
Get up early, drink milk tea and eat cakes.
The frozen lamb is eaten directly and does not feel greasy at all.
Just like eating ice cream.
The things that the mysterious people had brought in before were also brought in.
All are well maintained and in great condition.
Even though guns were not banned at this time.
However, in military-controlled areas and border areas, the control of guns has long been particularly strict.
Otherwise, I would just cross the border and have a fight with that old man. Who could stand that?
At this time, the Northeasterners (traditional Northeasterners) hated the old man as much as they hated Xiao Zizi.
Moreover, at this time, the old man caught a Northeasterner who crossed the border.
It is never delivered in its entirety.
I don't know what these bearded men learned when they were fighting for territory in Northeast China.
Have you read the comic book of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber?
They caught the SLR cross-border person and directly inserted a branch into his shoulder blade.
Then all the joints were entangled, which was a bit like the confinement method in novels.
Even if he was sent back to China, he wouldn't survive more than a few months.
As for the Mongolian province and military control areas, the herders use the same mouth as the old Liao13.
That can all be traced back to the time when Zhang Huzi occupied Northeast China.
At that time, Zhang Huzi paid special attention to industrialization, and the Liao-13 was a high-quality imitation rifle developed by him.
Most of the officers in charge were educated youth or people who were sent down to the countryside.
As long as the local herdsmen don't cause trouble, they can use these guns.
The grassland is so vast that it’s hard to find anyone to manage it even if we really want to.
After these few days of hospitality, Lai Fu and the other three became familiar with the local sheepdogs.
Lai Fu and his friends are mixed breeds, bigger than dogs but smaller than wolves.
Standing next to a sheepdog is like being a puppy.
They were all so cold that they had to drink milk.
Even the northeastern dog province of Mongolia can't stand the temperature here.
All they had was ready-made meat and bones.
Eating rice is high in calories and can help prevent cold.
The local sheepdog is not the Border Collie or the like of later generations.
The people here are called local idiots.
It has a simple mind and strong limbs, a bit like a Tibetan mastiff.
But the neck is not that long, so when the wolf attacks it, it seems like it has no pain.
Therefore, the probability of this kind of dog being sacrificed is relatively higher.
Get familiar with guns and bullets.
All the dogs were put on metal collars.
It's the posterior type, the SM type.
After packing up his equipment, Lu Xinghe thought about going to see Mr. Zhu first.
You should say hello anyway.
But after hearing this, Batu jumped up and down, speaking Mandarin and Mongolian mixed together.
The three of them were just confused.
Tengger learned a lot of Mandarin from Mr. Zhu.
Translate the meaning of Batu㱕.
To put it simply, it's Mr. Zhu's place, and the shepherds can go there.
But people with Han faces cannot get close to them.
Mr. Zhu is in good health, so please rest assured, the three of you, just follow us to fight the wolves.
Lu Xinghe frowned when he heard this.
It feels like this Batu knows something and is not as simple as Tengger at all.
I saw Tengger wipe the exposed skin with sheep oil before leaving.
Lu Xinghe secretly reached in with his hand.
Put your nose and smell it.
A strong smell of sheep wafted into my nose.
What the hell!
This is really a bad thing. He has no idea whether he has done the last step or not.
But I must have been tricked.
Wearing a sheepskin coat over their military overcoats, the three men rode two horses and followed many Andas as they headed towards an unknown direction.
The grassland is so vast that newcomers have no idea where it is.
There is almost no reference point in winter. All you can see is endless snow.
Occasionally, a few running marmots would quickly go into their snow caves when they saw the herdsmen on horseback.
Until I saw a wisp of smoke in the distance.
Batu then stopped and began to arrange tasks.
To fight wolves on the grassland, besides defense, the other way is to set traps.
The traps here are not traps, holes or the like.
Instead, they lay in ambush at a high point and sent a man to search the nearby area for traces of wild wolves.
Whether it is by attracting it yourself or hauling the wild wolf over.
In short, when the prairie wolf enters the shooting point, just start aiming.
The reason why they didn't dare to clean out the wolf pack during this period.
One reason was that there were not enough bullets, and there were so many wolves suddenly appearing.
Prairie wolves are much smarter than Northeast wild wolves.
If they are angered, nearby herdsmen will suffer.
This is also the reason why we need to test the strength of Lu Xinghe and others.
If there are three of them, they are just boasters and good-for-nothings.
Just treat them as guests from the grassland, entertain them for a few days and then send them off.
Secondly, there is also an attitude of "it's none of my business".
As long as they take precautions, they will follow the grasslands once winter is over.
Leave this troubled place and come back next winter.
It’s still uncertain what this place will be like by then.
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