When Zhang Mu thought of his current location and combined it with his memories from later generations, he immediately thought of the legend on the grassland.

Grassland Cavalry!

Of course, looking at the number, it should still be close to three digits, just a part of the Iron Cavalry. I don't know if there are too few people coming, or because of time problems, they have not been fully formed.

The legendary grassland cavalry in Zhang Mu's memory was the ace force of mankind in the race war competition. The cavalry was uniformly selected from the elite of the evolvers. At the beginning of the race war, they were invincible.

However, due to the extremely high selection criteria for the Prairie Iron Cavalry, the peak strength of the entire cavalry was only about six or seven thousand. Under the crushing pressure of the huge numbers of mutant beasts and zombies, there was no way to save humanity from its inevitable defeat.

But Zhang Mu clearly remembered that it was these few thousand people who fought their way in and out of the horde of hundreds of thousands of zombies, making all the humans who were fighting against the races excited.

But the number is still too small after all.

If they had not evacuated in time, not even a trace of blood would have been left of that batch of cavalry. Zhang Mu only remembered that it seemed that the entire cavalry unit had only a few remnants left.

As one can imagine, the Prairie Cavalry eventually became a memorial in significance and could never regain its former glory.

The Wolf King seemed to recognize who was coming, probably because he had dealt with this cavalry before. Zhang Mu also saw seriousness in its eyes, but it was still quite different from the expression it had when it looked at him just now. However, the strength of this group of cavalry was enough for the Wolf King, who had thousands of mutant wild wolves under his command, to take them seriously.

The cavalry marched at an extremely fast speed. The thunderous sound of horse hooves seemed to be right in front of him. Zhang Mu also saw the other people lined up in a long line behind the cavalry.

Almost everyone held a heavy weapon in their hands. Although not as exaggerated as the giant axe in the hands of the leading man, they were basically heavy weapons such as axes, hammers, etc. Judging from their postures, it was extremely easy for them to use these heavy weapons.

Are they all power-type evolvers?

Could it be the one among the grassland cavalry?

Zhang Mu had a guess. There was no other way. The reputation of the grassland cavalry in later generations was too great. As an agent of Jiyuan at that time, Zhang Mu could only

Some small efforts are being made to help humanity by donating supplies, but the main responsible for fighting are still these warriors and heroes of extremely high levels who directly fight against alien races.

It is no wonder that he was so impressed, because the standards of the Grassland Iron Cavalry are extremely strict, and they would rather have nothing than have something of inferior quality. They only want evolvers with the same abilities, so that when they launch a sprint, they can be as neat as a sharp blade and pierce the enemy's heart.

The first requirement, for cavalry cavalry, you must first have a tamed mutant horse.

You either have to be an evolver with the ability to tame, or an evolver with this awakened ability, plus at least you have to have amazing strength, which is relatively rare even among the Iron Cavalry.

Or it is a more common situation. Some herdsmen still retain the habit of raising horses, or there are some horse riders on the grassland. They can control their horses even if they are stimulated to be wild by the evolutionary ripples. Because over time, the horses also become psychic and know who is taking care of them, and are relatively docile. In this way, taming a mutant horse does not require the relatively rare awakening ability of taming.

These men are usually excellent in horsemanship, and their bodies are relatively strong. They have awakened more strength-oriented abilities, so the cavalry formed by strength-type evolvers occupies a relatively core position.

Just when Zhang Mu was wondering how the grassland cavalry could appear, the man in the lead holding a huge axe also saw Zhang Mu and others surrounded by the wolf pack. He suddenly raised the huge axe in his hand and pointed it in the direction of the wolf king, as if to launch a threat.

The wolf king's facial expression didn't seem very friendly. He had just been threatened by Zhang Mu, a human, and now his former opponent was also threatening him. His anger was rising.

However, it remembered that the mutant wolfhound was following it, so it howled, turned around and retreated directly. The wolves behind it had seen the aggressive cavalry and were about to take action, and now after hearing the wolf king's unquestionable order, they also followed directly, running wildly and howling in unison with the wolf king.

When leaving, the mutant wolfhound looked at Zhang Mu and the others who were standing there quietly watching it leave with some attachment, but when he thought about his own strength not yet improved, he turned his head sharply and followed the wolfhound.

The king's steps were influenced by the wolves around him, and a sound very close to a wolf's howl came out of his throat.

The wolf king who was running in the front looked back deeply, not in the direction of the iron cavalry, but at Zhang Mu who was looking at him with a smile. His eyes were full of fear, and he remembered the face of this human firmly in his mind.

When the wolves had completely retreated, the cavalry had just arrived. After a burst of neighing, all the horses stopped where they were, panting through their nostrils, looking down at Zhang Mu and others who were surrounded.

These mutant horses were originally huge in size, and after completing their evolution, they grew to a height of two and a half meters. The many men wrapped in animal skins sitting on them were looking at the two of them with curiosity. As for the obsidian worms, they had already shrunk in size and went back to Yuan Rui's clothes to sleep.

The fierce horse standing in front of Zhang Mumian's door was blood red all over, with thick and solid muscles protruding out, and was stronger than the other mutant horses.

A thought flashed through Zhang Mu's mind. He vaguely wondered if the horse had already reverted to its ancestral bloodline and was about to transform into its endangered ancestral bloodline, the Ferghana horse!

Zhang Mu was just about to look up at the leader of these legendary warriors when the leading man used the axe blade of his giant axe to push the ground and jumped off his horse. He fell to the ground with a loud bang, allowing Zhang Mu to see his face clearly. The two sides were able to look at each other as equals, which made Zhang Mu feel favorable towards him immediately.

He was a man with red and black skin, a little shorter than Zhang Mu, but about 1.8 meters tall. His shoulders were incredibly broad, and with a huge axe standing next to him that was much taller than his body, he looked extremely burly.

Seeing their leader dismounted, other grassland men also jumped off their horses. The nearby ground was shaking, which was enough to show how heavy their bodies were.

But Zhang Mu saw no malice on their faces. The cavalry leader looked at Zhang Mu and Yuan Rui, who looked no more than 20 years old. He seemed to be sizing them up. After a while, he spoke, as if introducing himself to Zhang Mu. He raised his fist to his chest and said, "Ha Chimu, the captain of the Ordos City cavalry, heard the sound of the wolves and came over to check. I saw you were surrounded."

My friend, I hope the wolves didn't hurt you."

(End of this chapter)