Riding and chopping: Overlord of the Han and Hungarians

Chapter 21 21. The Wolf Lord
Zhang Qi rode on a short prairie horse, following the horses' stepping on the snowy field, he wobbled at the head of the horse team.

Of the nine horses, six were ridden by Zhang Qi and his party, and the other three carried everything.

Those wolf cubs can only walk.

But they didn't complain at all. From last night to this morning, they had already eaten twice, which was something they never dared to think about before.

There were thirteen wolf cubs in total, only four were boys, and the remaining nine were girls.

This is the cruelty of the feudal grasslands. Compared with men who can mount a horse and plunder, girls are their priority to abandon.

The grassland that just snowed a few days ago is not so easy to walk, especially for these children, the fluffy snow can almost drown them, if Zhang Qi hadn't brought out more than a dozen pairs of shoes tied with tough branches from the world of riding and cutting Snow boots, these wolf cubs have long been swallowed up by the snow field.

Looking at the wolf cubs behind who were not walking fast, Ying's face was full of impatience, he speeded up, and rode his horse to Zhang Qi's side.

"Qi, they are too slow. We can't walk twenty miles in a day, or I will go."

Ying didn't finish speaking, but the ferocity on his face was undisguised.

Zhang Qi glanced at him, and refused without hesitation: "They are useful to me, let's go like this first, I will find a way."

"Oh" Eagle muttered in disappointment, and chose to obey.

Hui rides a horse and hangs beside the wolf cubs. If he finds a child submerged in the snow, he will go and fish it out. He told Zhang Qi in the morning that each horse can actually carry one or two A child is not a problem in terms of the stamina of a prairie horse.

But Zhang Qi didn't agree, he wanted to sharpen the temperament of these people first.

When there is a faint light in the suffering, these people will regard him as a god.

There is no way out in the vast snow field.

The sun rises and sets again.

Just like what Ying said, Zhang Qi and the others had only walked less than twenty miles in a whole day, and several of those wolf cubs had already fallen down, and the rest had reached their limit.

night.

The wind started to blow again tonight, and the wind swept the floating snow and shrouded the entire grassland in a vast expanse of whiteness.

According to Hui, it seems to be called Baimaofeng.

The yurt has already been tied up, far away from the foot of the mountain, and a flat ground has been chosen.

Burning a fire, cooking soup, and hot food made the wolf cubs forget the hardships of the day, and greedily licked the juice.

Not only them, but even Zhang Qi and others were aroused by these hot food called happiness.

After enjoying the precious food, Zhang Qi gathered the wolf cubs in one place.

He looks at them.

"I have seen your performance today."

"Yes, the suffering has not convinced you, I am very satisfied with your will to live."

The wolf cubs didn't dare to speak, they looked at the man in front of them cautiously, Hui and the others did the same, except for the crossbowmen, everyone in the yurt looked at Zhang Qi.

Zhang Qi didn't care about their eyes and continued.

"I am a person blessed by heaven, and you are blessed by me."

"Let me ask you, what do people in the grassland hate the most? Does anyone know?"

The yurt was silent for a while, and after a while, a thin girl said timidly: "Master, I heard from my mother that she hates wolves, foxes, and hyenas the most. Those guys will kill cattle and sheep. Let everyone go hungry."

Zhang Qi glanced at the girl and smiled: "You are not bad, from now on you will be called Hu Ling."

Zhang Qi praised the girl and gave her a name by the way. During the day's journey today, he was impressed by the performance of this Hu Ling and several others, and her will to survive was the most resolute.

"Thank you master." Hu Ling timidly lay down on the ground, saluting and thanking Zhang Qi.

The prairie people hate wolves, foxes, and all creatures that kill their livestock. The status of these creatures in the eyes of the prairie people is the same as that of rats in the eyes of farming peoples. They are all pests that destroy production.

So Zhang Qi called the Huns wolves, and calling these cubs wolf cubs was not actually praising their wildness, but insulting them.

He chuckled, the coldness in his laughter made everyone in the yurt tremble.

Zhang Qi did not forget the day when he first came here. On that day, he was tied to a tree stump, embraced by the cold, and whipped with a leather whip. He remembered the pain engraved in his soul.

Looking up at the pack of wolf cubs, Zhang Qi said word by word: "Forget about your former family, they abandoned you, they didn't need you, the one who kept you alive is me, I need you.

From now on, you have to live for me, I want you to become like wolves, to kill the cattle of the prairie people, let them taste the taste of hunger in the cold, what I have experienced in you these days, Give them back a hundredfold! "

Following Zhang Qi's words, all the wolf cubs narrowed their eyes, and a seed called hatred took root in their hearts.

They were abandoned, and the cold, hunger, and pain embraced them, and they will never forget those days.

This time, all the wolf cubs gave Zhang Qi an answer. They lay on the ground and shouted: "Yes, master!"

Zhang Qi showed a satisfied smile and waved his hand: "From today onwards, don't call me master anymore, you are wolves, then"

"From now on, call me
'Mr. Wolf'! "

The wolf cubs got up, their eyes became firmer, their future was no longer confused, a kind of enthusiasm called fanaticism ignited, and they found their master.

"Mr. Wolf!"

The immature voice did not affect the fanatical atmosphere in the slightest, and these wolf cubs looked at Zhang Qi as if they were gods.

Strike while the iron is hot.

Zhang Qi pointed out three children who also performed well today and asked them to stand by his side together with Hu Ling.

"You will be called Hu Yi from now on, you will be called Hu Er, and you will be Hu San."

"Yes, Lord Wolf."

"Hey hey, my name is Hu Er, my name is Hu Er, remember Hu Er."

Hu San didn't speak, but just held his head up, looking at Zhang Qi enthusiastically. Zhang Qi had expected their performance.

Hu Yi is just an ordinary child, and Hu Er is stupid. Although he is the tallest among them all, his intelligence is very low and he eats the most.

Hu San has a soft personality, and Zhang Qi discovered more than once that he pretended to be powerless in order to save energy and let the people around him take him away.

Zhang Qi put them around his chest and looked at the remaining wolf cubs: "I am a person blessed by heaven, and you are blessed by me!"

Suddenly, the figures of Zhang Qi and the four wolf cubs disappeared into the yurt. The frenzy that had cooled down before was ignited again, and there were muffled exclamations in the yurt.

Hui and the others looked at each other, nodded, and began to rectify.

(End of this chapter)