Ruolang stopped moving, and he lost his anger when he stood there. The wolf was suspicious by nature and all came forward to watch the fun. He smelled the rotten smell of Ruolang's body and was so greedy that they saliva flowed, but none of them dared to come up and take the first bite.

"My little man, look at what that thing is?" Bartel said, pointing to something that walked out of the wolf pack.

Everyone stuck their heads out and looked at the weird guy curiously. It was also a wolf, but it seemed to be a little bigger than other similar people, but it didn't look embarrassed. Although it looked strange, it would walk by itself. The guy's hair was messy and dull, and his face was round, not as fierce as an ordinary wolf's face. Its round head drooped down weakly, and it was ridiculous when he walked.

"Second grandpa, is this a mess? It doesn't look like it, it can obviously walk." Wushuang said.

"Hmph... Master, take a closer look. Is it walking? Pay attention to its head. It is lying on the back of an old wolf!" Ma Sihai reminded.

If Ma Sihai hadn't revealed it, everyone wouldn't have understood it yet. He reminded him that everyone would look at it from another angle and saw that the round-headed wolf was completely covered with the back of the other wolf, and it had a lot of hair all over it, so it was difficult to find abnormalities from a distance. No wonder that guy's walking posture was so strange.

"Second grandpa, can you fight? A rare opportunity." Wushuang asked.

"Don't hurry, don't hurry, the embarrassment is too cunning. We only have one chance. Don't come again when you miss it. Put it closer." Ma Sihai waved and called Battel over, asking him how good his marksmanship was. Battel was the leader of the horse gang, so his marksmanship was definitely fine.

Wushuang threw his Mosinnagan gun at him and said, "You only have a chance to shoot, and you must not miss it when you hear it."

"Mr., please do it!"

The wretched man who was lying on the wolf jumped down. As Ma Sihai said, the guy's back legs were very short and he walked very slowly, a bit like a hare on the grassland. But his hind limbs were not as powerful as rabbits. His hind limbs were weak and weak, and it seemed like hemiplegia. It dragged his disabled body and wriggled towards the weak knee little by little. He greedily smelled the fragrant deliciousness with his nose, and drooled in his mouth.

"Xiaobai, stop eating, can you let the soft-sweeping?" Wushuang said to the little guy. Unexpectedly, the little guy loved the big white rabbit milk candy and was holding it in his mouth and savoring the milk fragrance, and ignored the owner.

Wushuang rudely snatched the candy from its mouth and threw it away, cursing, "You foodie!" He held its big tail and shook it hard for a few times. "Hurry up, let the soft-spoken move, and I'll give you a bag of food when you go back."

The white-haired and yellow-skinned body is limited, and the psychedelic gas emitted from the glands is also limited in length. The area where Ruolang is now located has exceeded its control range, so Ruolang is now standing still. Xiaobai does not need to give any more orders, just take back the soul-catching gas and let Wulang let him go.

The paralyzed Huol was greedily lying on Wulang's legs, and the wolves behind him were waiting for the military advisor to leave behind leftovers after the meal was full. Suddenly, Wulang's body shivered suddenly, and its legs moved. It was okay to take a step forward. Huol was moving very slowly, and he was kicked by the kick. Wulang passed by his body stiffly, and the old Huol screamed and scared at the scene.

The wolves became restless and didn't know what to do. This time they attacked Huangmiao because the wolves smelled the stinky smell of rotten meat came to pursue them. They rolled on the ground in pain, and the wolves were in a mess without heads.

"Batter aimed at the target!" Ma Sihai ordered.

With a loud bang, the bullets of the Mosinnagan spear came as fast as lightning. Bater's gun technique was to penetrate Yang hundreds of steps, and it was no problem to hit such a large target at such a long distance. But maybe God deliberately teased them, but a small stone flew from somewhere in this skill. The stone just hit the bullet. What a coincidence you think! It was almost one in billions of possible chance that they should be. This cunning and embarrassing life should not be extinct.

The Mosinnagan rifle is a standard sniper rifle. The bullets fired are fast, steady and accurate, and have sufficient force. A small stone cannot block its range. However, with the interference of external forces, the accuracy of the bullet slightly deviates from the original track, but it is not much. It may not be able to see the angle of its deviation from the naked eye. It is just such a small mistake. It turns out that the bullet that hits the forehead is the most popular, and it is concentrated on its short hind legs.

Ao... Ao... The pain of the wolfhound came from the grassland.

The old wolf, who was dragging the embarrassing, was very alert and didn't see clearly what was going on. However, he felt that the embarrassing seemed to be injured. He rushed over and knocked the embarrassing away with his huge body, picked it up and ran away.

"Hurry! Take advantage of the victory and pursue them. Now they are like a scattered sand. There is no wolves without any wretched tricks. You must kill the wrinkle, otherwise there will be endless troubles!" Ma Sihai shouted loudly, and led the way to grab the gun and jumped onto the horse and rushed out of the Huangmiao.

"Listen, change the saber and kill all the beasts to avenge the brothers who died!" Bartel shouted loudly and ordered.

At the command of the elder brother, all the subordinates turned over the horses, and the sound of copper bells shaking around the horse's neck came from the grassland. The sound of the horses was a group of murderers who were not dumbfounded and were not merciless to others, let alone beasts who had a grudge against them. They carried the spear behind them, and each handed a sabre. The sabre was extremely sharp, and there were bloody wolf corpses left on the left where the horse gang passed.

"Ah... Yilata..." The Mongolian man shouted loudly on the horse's back to cheer each other up. His sharp sabers were waving left and right, and the snow-capped wolf fell one by one in the pool of blood.

Wushuang took out another piece of candy and threw it to Xiaobai, then leaned against the Huangmiao gate and sat on the steps smoking a cigarette, watching these bold Mongolian men galloping on the grassland to fight fiercely with those seemingly impossible enemies. Perhaps more than half a century ago, the grandmother also took them to fight with the little Japanese in the Xing'an Mountains and the grassland. Xiangmazi was the pioneer of the thief gate, and Xiangma's final departure was also a symbol of the loneliness of the thief gate.
Chapter completed!