A few days later, the wild horse's arrow wound healed.

It took a great deal of effort to nail them to the brass horseshoe and tie the bridles.

The horseshoe palm was first introduced to the Western Regions by the merchants of Persia and Kushan countries, and has not yet been popular in the Central Plains and Han China.

Its main purpose is to protect the horse's hooves from abrasions and damage caused by gravel on the road.

The Gobi Desert of the countries of the Western Regions stretches for thousands of miles, whether it is a long-distance expedition or a merchant from all over the world, if there is no protection of the horse's shoe, no matter how sweaty and bloody a BMW like Dawan Wuqing, galloping down in two or three days, it will also be rotten and swollen like a drum and unbearable to control.

The ancestral hometown of the Han land east of the river is mostly soft yellow mud ground.

In addition, the hooves and feet of the mule and horse themselves have a layer of nails that are as hard as iron, so it is reasonable that there is no need to attach iron palms.

Brother Lin and they have been trading between the Eastern Jin Dynasty and Rome and Persia all year round, and they have long known the shape and function of the horseshoe.

Therefore, the copper palm forged by Lin He and Lin Qing with a hammer is just the right size.

How can these Humvees not get rid of their wild nature, how can they ever be so restrained.

After a little loosening, they began to go berserk, kicking the fence around them and the grass beneath their feet.

The brass palms that everyone spent more than two hours painstakingly nailed were all kicked out by half of their tea.

Seeing this scene, Qin Chong was furious, and couldn't help but say, grabbed the reins, turned over, and jumped on the horse.

With a long roar like tearing, the brown-black wild horse tossed up and down wildly, trying to throw Qin Chong off the horse.

How could Qin Chong, a horse idiot, stick to the back of the wild horse like glue.

Seeing that the bite had no effect, and that the fence of the paddock had been opened, the wild horse roared all the way to the door.

Fast as a meteor and as fast as lightning, it rushed southeast along the cliffside of the ridge, and disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant.

Pot Helmet and I didn't hesitate any longer, and stepped onto our respective mounts.

With their companions already in the first step, the wild horses that stepped down stopped struggling and ran out of the fence to chase their companions.

The mountain wind is screaming in the ears, and there is a cliff on the side.

"Brother Xian! Qin Chong! Be careful! ”

"Be careful!"

"Ahh Ahh ”

Behind me, Brother Lin and the little girl Inca were faintly shouting, but I was ready to send them.

To this day, I have ridden no less than ten BMW horses, and I have seen wild horses and hummers in the world, but it is the first time I have encountered such a fierce wild horse.

Fortunately, Qin Chong and I, and Guo Helmet are all first-class riders, and we have studied under the peerless masters who have domesticated wild horses in Wusun Kingdom.

I know that there is no second way to train horses, so I can only believe in the reins of the horse, and let the wild horses run wild on the grassland and mountains until they are exhausted and take the initiative to submit to it.

Without a bloody nature, you can't control these elves in the mountains.

Therefore, in addition to first-class riding skills, a horse trainer must also have the will to die.

Regardless of the cliffs in front of you, it should be like a leisurely stroll.

This is true of Chu Han Xiang Yu and his black horse, as is the case with Lu Bu of the Three Kingdoms and his red rabbit horse.

This so-called heroic sympathy, and finally become a neck-to-neck friend!

After running so recklessly for more than half an hour, the ridge in front of us narrowed and came to an end, and a bottomless ravine more than two feet wide and deep blocked our way.

My first thought was that it was important to jump off the horse to save my life, and the wild horse would definitely not be able to cross it.

Just when I hesitated for a moment, I saw from a distance that Qin Chong's mount was already on the opposite mountain beam.

And the wild horse under the pot helmet also seemed to have wings, and its four hooves flew through the cliff.

So I no longer hesitated, completely loosened the originally tightened reins, leaned over and hugged the mane of the wild horse, life or death was left to fate!

The mountain wind suddenly tightened up and floated in the air, accompanied by a quick whistling, and the black green wild horse that stepped down had landed safely.

"Amitabha! Amitabha! ”

Only then did I feel that my whole body was already drenched in sweat, and I was really frightened, so I couldn't help but free my hands and chanted a few Buddhist vows with my hands together.

After stabilizing a little, the wild horse began to roll again in a frenzied manner.

From time to time, he twisted his long neck, opened his big mouth full of teeth, and turned back to bite me, trying to knock the intruder on his back to the ground.

But now I'm like a rivet, nailed to the back of a horse.

Hold the mustang by the neck with all your might, tighten the reins to fend off the mustang's fury.

Like a prisoner of despair, the unyielding foal spun around with its front hooves in the air and hissed with a roar that resounded through the mountains.

The bridle was so tight that it had sunk into the wild horse's jaw, and Yin Hong's blood was dripping down the reins and falling into the grass around her.

Such a mighty and unyielding person reminded me of the days when I was a slave in the Roman state, and I couldn't help but soften my heart.

I let go of the reins of my horse and decided not to give any restraint to this wild creature.

Whether or not it can be domesticated successfully is providential, it depends on the fate between me and it.

Without the restraint of the reins, the wild horse once again spread its hooves and galloped towards the seaside desert below the mountain.

The four fields gradually opened up and flattened, and the dark gray desert Gobi was dotted with scattered green grass and flowers.

On the left is the vast blue sea, and on the right is the lush mountains.

Such a high ground is a great place to gallop horses.

Qin Chong and I, the three of them, each a stone's throw away, let the wild horses run wild.

Although these unruly fellows are still galloping like the wind, they are panting, sweating and bloody, and the sharp air full of anger is no longer what it used to be.

The terrain in front of me is very similar to the homeland of Khotan, and I am already ninety percent sure of taming the divine horse under the step.

At this time, the dust was blowing in front of them, and dozens of wild horses grazing here galloped from the four fields to welcome their companions home.

Just as they were approaching, they saw us on horseback, and the horses came to a halt.

Later, they divided into many ways, and followed us as far as they were.

Such a scene has long been commonplace on the east-west trade route from Chang'an to the city-state of Beloea.

Whether it is the Mobei grassland, the mountains of Wusun Kingdom, or the plateau pastures of Sassanid Persia, or the Hetao area of the two river basins.

There were always horse-herding Hu people, driving the herds of horses like flowing clouds, whistling past the side of the caravan and disappearing into the misty heaven and earth.

When the wild horse saw its companion, it seemed to have endless courage again.

After a long jump, he ran wildly again.

In this way, he galloped for more than 100 miles, and the horses that had been following gradually dispersed, and the wild horses that stepped down were already at the end of the crossbow.

Ahead was a low rocky slope, all of which were powerless to climb, and after a miserable cry, they slowly knelt down on their four hooves.

No matter how much they were whipped and driven, the wild horses did not want to get up again.

The eyes that were originally full of wild anger shed helpless and miserable blood and tears, and they looked like they were being slaughtered.

It was still early morning when I ran out of the fence, and it was almost dusk.

On the way, he didn't eat or drink, and he galloped for five or six hours in one go.

The lone seaside peak that is a landmark has long since disappeared.

According to the speed of the wild horse, the day's journey should have exceeded 500 miles, and it was almost back to the place where it had landed.

"Young master! We're done! ”

Qin Chong arrived first, and he had already greeted me and the pot helmet under the horse.

The gentleman had messy hair, a hoarse voice, and laughed out loud from exhaustion.

"I'm tired too! Hurry up and rehydrate your horses! ”

We had been prepared before the horses, and we each carried a skin bag filled with salt water, which was just right for using.

I took a few sips of the water bladder and brought it to the mustang's mouth.

This creature is very uncooperative, and I don't know what tricks we are playing on it.

It was only when the drenched water seeped into its mouth that it tasted the wonders.

So he opened his mouth and drank the cow until he drank all the salt water in the skin.

After replenishing the water, the three wild horses slowly regained their strength, kicked their front hooves to their feet, easily shook their messy manes, shrugged their ears very meekly, and gnawed on the grass on the ground.

At that moment, I seemed to see the shadow of the old mount, Dawan Wuqing, and I couldn't help but feel sad and almost shed tears.

As Qin Chong said, our horse training was successful.

"Young master, give them a name!"

Regardless of the fatigue, the three of us led the horses to the foothills where the grass was more abundant, so that they could fill their bellies before dark after a hard day's work.

"The mount of this young master is called thundering, hehe. When my grandfather first arrived in Khotan, the Dawan Divine Horse presented by the great ancestor Murong Qiu was called Boom! Qin Chong, your white horse can be named the Crane in the Clouds! Pot helmet, your mount is not gray, just call it to fly on the grass! Hahaha! ”

I patted the thunderbolt's generous and warm back and smiled heartily at the two brothers.

"Crane in the clouds! Color! Qin Chong was very happy, there was no god horse to control in the past few years, and he had already been suffocated.

"Fly on the grass and be famous! Thank you, young master! ”

The pot helmet saluted me, and raised his legs to step on the back of the horse flying on the grass.

The pony was no longer frantic or panicked, and rode lightly on all four hooves, carrying my pot helmet brother to the front to forage for food.

Since then, the thunderstorm, the crane in the clouds, and the flying horse on the grass have become our most loyal partners.

I rode them out hunting every day, and traveled to all the sea countries in this southern wilderness continent.

In the late autumn of the second year of Yuanxing of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, when the sea ship was completed and sailed back to the west, we released the three Hummers back into the mountains.

At the time of parting, it is difficult to part.

These spiritual old fellows, along the long coastal cliffs, ran wildly all the way to chase the shadow of our sail that was drifting away, and did not want to return for a long time.

The west wind is blowing, and the horses are singing.

Farewell to the rivers and seas, the years are far away!