Dressed as a widow, raising cubs, farming and building infrastructure in Ming Dynasty

Chapter 80
The most ironic thing is that Zhang Tianxiang, who was wrongly accused, died in prison, but Wang Xianchen, who caused the unjust case, was able to return to his hometown to build the Humble Administrator's Garden, which was known as "the first garden in Suzhou" by later generations.

This is another kind of "the prosperity and decline are very different, and the melancholy is difficult to describe".

Qin Liu couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Lying in the dark wilderness on this vast grassland, but thinking about the treacherous situation in the political center of the Ming Dynasty, how ironic and unfounded it is.

Speaking of which, the grassland herdsmen are more honest.

The legitimate son of the golden family with noble blood beside him, the biological son of Dayan Khan and the heroine Queen Manduhai, can live peacefully in a simple tent, and his daily diet is simple and simple.

Qin Liu's mind was spinning, but he finally lost his sleep and fell into a deep sleep.

Half asleep and half awake, she heard a long and penetrating animal howl: "Ouch..." It was creepy.

Qin Liu suddenly lost all sleep, and immediately sat up, involuntarily approaching the little mute who was still lying down.

The little mute did not fall asleep. He sat up calmly and said calmly: "Don't be afraid, it's just the wolf howling."

Don't be afraid of this?
From the sound of the sound, the wolf was not far away from them.

Fear flashed in Qin Liu's eyes, but he did not dare to speak too loudly: "The wolf won't come and eat us, right?"

The little mute smiled lightly: "It's okay, we have a bonfire, and the wolves don't dare to come near."

The little mute said this, but he also cheered up and listened carefully to what was going on around him.

Qin Liu looked at the profile of the little mute who was close at hand.

His expression was serious and focused, and the light from the tent illuminated his face.

She suddenly realized that the little mute was just a young man of eighteen or nineteen. If she was so scared, would she put a lot of pressure on him?

After listening to the noise for a while, the little mute turned around and saw Qin Liu, who suddenly became much calmer. He handed her the two big stirrups that he had put in the tent before: "If you are afraid, knock these two together and make a sound. Wolf." I am especially afraid that I will be frightened and run away if I hear the sound of iron hammering."

Qin Liu took the stirrup blankly and was about to say something when he saw the little mute suddenly got up and jumped out.

Through the opened tent door, Qin Liu saw the horses not far away beating uneasily, kicking and dodging left and right, while whining and neighing.

Near the horse's tail, there was a big wolf eager to chase and bite the horse.

The little mute jumped behind the wolf in a few steps. A cold light flashed in his hand, and the short blade was about to penetrate the wolf's belly!

However, the big wolf was also extremely cunning. He realized the danger before turning around and jumped forward as hard as he could. His wolf teeth were about to bite through the thinnest belly behind the horse's side ribs.

This is an extremely dangerous posture for both wolves and horses.

The big wolf is so big and heavy that as long as it bites the horse's belly, it can disembowel the horse by dragging it with its own gravity.

Of course, this move is also extremely dangerous to the wolf. Hanging it on the horse's flank is like hanging a death rack. Once the horse starts running, the wolf's lower body will be thrown under the horse's hind legs. The frightened horse will try to get rid of it. The wolf will frantically kick the lower body of the wolf with back kicks. Once kicked, the wolf's bones and skin will be broken, and its belly and intestines will be broken.

Only those wolves with heavy weight and sharp teeth can tear open the horse's belly and fall to the ground to save their lives without using drag force. They can use their sharp teeth and their own gravity alone.

At the critical moment, Qin Liu smashed the two stirrups in his hands wildly.

"Clang! Clang!"

The crisp sound of metal tapping cut through the night sky, deafening, like a sharp sword shooting at the big wolf.

This kind of metallic sound that does not exist in nature is more terrifying than thunder, and more intimidating than the sound of steel traps that prairie wolves are afraid of.The big wolf was so frightened that he turned back his ears, curled up his neck, turned around, and ran away into the woods.

In just such an instant, the little mute jumped up again, a cold light flashed from the sharp blade in his hand, and he accurately inserted it into the wolf's heart.

The wolf turned around in the air in pain, and turned its head back to bite the little mute. The little mute had a big stick in its other hand, and hit the wolf's nose hard.

The big wolf howled miserably, struggled a few times before falling to the ground and then started twitching. After a while, it finally stopped moving.

Qin Liu kept banging the stirrup in his hand, staring straight in the direction of the little mute and the wolf.

The little mute turned and looked back at this moment. Across the bonfire, Qin Liu saw a clear line of blood on his face.The little mute smiled at Qin Liu with an innocent smile, but the blood on his face added a bit of ferocity.

Qin Liu threw away the stirrup, stood up and ran to the little mute, his voice trembling with fear: "I was scared to death just now!"

She tried her best to appear calm, but tears burst out uncontrollably.

The little mute raised his sleeves and wiped the blood on his face, then wiped the tears on Qin Liu's face, and smiled brightly: "It's okay!"

The undried blood on her sleeves smeared on Qin Liu's face, and her face became increasingly dirty. Qin Liu smelled the blood and wanted to retch.

The little mute chuckled.

The horse that was about to run away came back.

Qin Liu looked deep into the dark woods, but couldn't see anything.

But the horse's return indicates that there is something in the darkness not far away that scares it, and returning to the bright and warm campfire is the only way to save its life.

Qin Liu asked worriedly: "What should we do now?"

This was the first time in her previous life and this life that she saw a real person fighting a wolf!

The little mute stopped smiling, with a slightly heavy expression: "Wolves usually live in groups, and other wolves are in stirrups..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly became cold and stern. He pushed Qin Liu to the side, squatted down, and then stood up suddenly.

Qin Liu was suddenly pushed down and fell to pieces. She forced herself to turn around and look.

My eternal life!

The little mute was rushing towards a tree trunk with a wolf on his head!
Qin Liu didn't care much. He quickly got up using his hands and feet, pulled out the short blade stuck in the belly of the wolf on the ground, and ran towards the little mute.

The little mute didn't have time to take the short blade from her hand. He held the wolf's two front paws with both hands, his head on the wolf's neck, and his body tightly pressed the wolf against the tree trunk, fighting with the wolf. contest.

Qin Liu was trembling with anxiety and didn't know what to do.

The wolf's lower jaw was pressed hard by the little mute, and his head was pressed against the tree trunk. He couldn't move, and he couldn't lower his head to bite him. He could only struggle desperately. Once he broke free, the wolf had a much greater chance of winning against the unarmed little mute.

The little mute shouted: "Cut your throat! Cut your throat!"

Qin Liu raised the short blade high, looked at the neck of the wolf squeezed on the tree trunk by the little mute, gritted his teeth and inserted the short blade in hard!

The sharp blade cut through the wolf's skin and quickly inserted into the wolf's neck, splattering Qin Liu's head and face with blood.But she didn't care about this, and she used all her strength to insert the short blade to the end, and twisted it in a circle.

The wolf struggled violently to its death, kicking up its two hind paws and tearing the little mute's trouser legs apart. In the air, the wolf's dying cry, the sound of tearing cloth and leather, and the frightened neighing of the horse were intertwined.

(End of this chapter)