I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 51 Old Wolf
Hundreds of yurts are arranged in an orderly manner on a flat grassland.

The surrounding gentle slopes can block the cold wind from the north to a certain extent.

It can also block the sight of some jackals and avoid unnecessary trouble.

It can be said to be an excellent place to spend the winter.

The Red Tree Tribe is just an inconspicuous one among the countless small tribes on the grassland.

To be able to find such a good place is considered a blessing from the gods.

Chishu Wuri looked at the tribal camp in front of him and showed a satisfied smile.

Although the tribesmen have spent a lot of effort and endured a lot of hardships in order to find this place on this vast grassland.

But it's all worth it, isn't it?
Seeing the children running happily around the yurt, chasing and playing, the smile on Chishu Wuri's face became more and more kind.

He is old, his energy and blood are declining, and his true energy is exhausted.

Now I can neither ride a horse nor draw a strong bow.

Even the machete that I had held for my whole life was no longer able to be danced.

But it doesn't matter, he still has a son, and these little wolf cubs in front of him who are tossing around all day long.

With them here, the bloodline of the tribe can continue.

The name of Red Tree can also continue to be passed down.

They are the future of the tribe!
"Slow down! Slow down, everyone!"

The shouting voice from Chishu Wuri's mouth was a bit harsh.

But the eyes on that old face, as old as tree bark, were exceptionally gentle.

Sure enough, those little cubs were not afraid of him. After making a face at him, they ran away howling.

Only one little guy, who was much smaller than the other children, came over timidly and whispered.

"Grandpa Patriarch...my father...when will he come back?"

Looking at the timid little guy in front of him, Chishu Wuri instinctively showed a trace of displeasure and disgust in his eyes.

Because he doesn't look like a wolf cub on the grassland at all.

Timid and weak.

On the contrary, they are somewhat similar to those Yong dog cubs in the south.

So Akashu Uri has never liked this child very much.

Just considering that his father is now following the Khan's army southward for the future of the tribe.

It is also a meritorious service to the tribe.

So even if he didn't like this child, he had to be patient and rub his little head hard.

"Don't worry! Your father will come back after he follows the Khan and defeats those Yong dogs."

Perhaps thinking of a bright future, Chishu Wuri's mood improved a lot.

Even his tone was much gentler.

"When the time comes, your father will grab a lot of good things for you! How about it? Do you like it?"

When the timid little guy heard this, a look of joy finally burst out in his eyes.

He nodded his little head vigorously and said excitedly.

"like!"

"Abba said he would snatch fun things and beautiful clothes from those Yong dogs for me!"

"and also……"

Although the little guy looks timid, he can be a bit talkative once he lets his guard down.

Akashu Wuri looked at the little guy who was gradually showing his wolfish nature, and finally a satisfied chuckle appeared on his lips.

These are the descendants of Canglang!

There are some things we don’t have, but we have machetes in our hands!

We can go grab it!

Chishu Wuri waved his hand to interrupt the little guy's chatter, and waved away.

"Go to Taiji and play with Turan and the others."

Turan is Chishu Wuri's favorite grandson.

Fierce and sinister.

He has already shown his full wolf nature at a young age.

Almost exactly like his father when he was a child.

Thinking of this, Chishu Wuri's originally good mood suddenly became depressed.

"The wolf cub who used to chase me around and call me dad has grown up completely..."

When the old wolf shows his weak posture, the former wolf cub becomes stronger and stronger.

It is inevitable to show his fangs at the old wolf.

Chishu Wuri was like this back then, and his son is like this.

Maybe Turan will be like this in the future.

This may be the fate that they, the descendants of Canglang, cannot escape.

Looking at the somewhat empty yurts in front of him, Chishu Wuri sighed.He has decided.

When the clan members come back, he will pass on the position of clan leader.

After all, if an old wolf is dying and refuses to leave, it will only cause the entire tribe to bleed and fall into decline.

In the end, he was completely devoured by the surrounding wolves, including his skin and bones.

"So... for the survival of the tribe..."

Chishu Wuri hunched over and walked to his own clan leader's yurt.

At this moment when the new wolf king has not returned, as the old wolf king, he still needs to protect the tribe for him.

"Hey, he will do better than me, and the tribe will become stronger in his hands..."

Akashu Uri was sighing with emotion.

Suddenly he looked stunned, turned around and looked in the direction behind him.

It's a pity that the gentle slopes around him not only blocked the cold wind and the enemy's gaze, but also blocked his sight.

Chishu Wuri's eyes were fixed on the direction of the gentle slope. His old and dull senses made him unable to tell whether the throbbing at that moment was an illusion.

But soon he realized something was wrong again!

Because the ground beneath your feet seemed to be shaking!
A strange sound like thunder in winter gradually came from the distance!

This kind of strange movements and sounds are all familiar to prairie people.

It’s the sound of galloping horses!

Suddenly, a figure appeared on the gentle slope. It was a tribesman returning from grazing in the distance.

Chishu Wuri vaguely saw him waving his hands and shouting something.

Unfortunately, the distance was too far and it was hard to hear for a while.

It wasn't until a few breaths later that Chishu Wuri heard something vaguely.

"Yong... is here! Hurry..."

Yong what?
Chishu Wuri tried his best to straighten his old and rickety body and discern what the tribesman said.

However, the moment he heard it clearly, the tribesmen who kept roaring and running towards him fell from their horses.

Immediately behind the gentle slope, a little ink appeared.

And started to faint.

In the blink of an eye, the gentle slope was completely rendered into a terrifying black!

And seeing that black torrent rolling in.

In Chishu Wuri's old and turbid eyes, the pupils finally began to shrink violently.

……

"Enemy attack!"

The old man's hoarse voice seemed so weak under the thunder of the horse's hooves at this moment.

'old!Really old! '

"It's useless!"

Chishu Wuri kept cursing himself in his heart.

While trying his best to warn the enemy of the attack, he mobilized the already depleted real energy in his body and ran towards a horse not far away.

After getting on his horse, he almost instinctively rode towards the black torrent to block it.

"For the people! For the tribe!"

At this moment, the dying old wolf mustered up his courage and launched the last charge of his life.

The moment the horse's hooves struck, the scimitar in Chishu Wuri's hand no longer trembled.

The grip of the knife handle feels even stronger at this moment than when I was young!
"kill!"

close!

close!

It’s Yong Dog’s Liao army!
A flash of unbelievable panic flashed in Chishu Wuri's eyes.

But there was a joking chuckle in his ears.

"The old dog is quite brave..."

Along with the approval coming from not far away, a sharp blade rolled over.

The old wolf charged with his horse, and before he even had time to swing his sword, the war horses under him exploded in the air.

The moment his head fell on the withered grass, he still vaguely heard an understatement in his consciousness that had not yet dissipated.

"Boys! Flatten it!"

"Don't leave chickens and dogs!"

The old eyes on his head were wide-eyed.

"don't want……"

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　Chapter 39 and Chapter [-] have been deleted and edited. I don’t know if this will be better. Let’s leave it like this for now. Brothers, you can go back and take a look.

　　
　
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