Although Charles had received some equestrian training in his own territory, he had been learning to ride horses since he was six years old. But in fact, in his opinion, his own horsemanship is not proficient (riding = 3, manual funny), coupled with the obvious disapproval and ridicule of the soldiers behind him, his own heart slowly began to retreat. After all, riding a horse is more familiar, safe, and reassuring than the legs that are used on a daily basis.

"Sir, haven't you ever learned horsemanship?" Before he could get closer, an old man with all his teeth came out of the stable.

His eyes looked at Charles very seriously, and he said word by word: "If you have not learned to ride a horse, then you better go back and find Chief Wisky to change positions, this place is really not for you." If you insist on being strong, we can't guarantee your safety, so think about it. “

Charles frowned unconsciously when he heard this, he didn't like the content of what he said, but he still understood that this old groom was also for his own good. His hesitation just now was so obvious that he would naturally be looked at by them, and mistakenly think that he couldn't ride a horse. Coupled with Peter's previous words, it is clear that there is not only one person who can't ride a horse among the people who came here to be the captain before.

So he immediately responded politely and loudly to the old man: "No, thank you for thinking so much about me, but in fact I can still ride a horse." “

The old man stopped talking, and he looked at Charles deeply, as if to confirm whether what he said was true, but the distrust in his eyes still revealed what he was thinking.

After a while, he slowly pushed open the gate behind him, stretched out his hand and gestured, and invited Charles in: "Okay, since you are so insistent, then I won't say anything more." You can choose the right horse for you here, and you can rest assured that these big guys are carefully selected and trained horses, but you still have to pay attention to the dark horse over there, Biseverus, who is not anyone's touch, he is seven years old this year, and he has a fierce temperament like a tiger in the woods. He was only five years old when he was first sent, but he was as strong as the other horses were eight or nine years old, and no one dared to mess with him. There were many warriors who were very confident in their riding skills who tried to subdue him, but they all failed, and they were injured. If you're not so good at riding, don't try to touch him, because we won't be able to do anything if something happens. ”

The old man, after leaving this seemingly well-meaning admonition, turned away from the stable without looking back, leaving Charles alone and staring at the horses in the stable.

Charles frowned, forcing his unhappiness to endure the impudent pointing of the soldiers. He secretly thought in his heart: if it weren't for the old man's previous words, of course he could have found a docile horse at will, but since he had said so, the group of soldiers outside were still so unconvinced by themselves, so he had to try to tame the horse called Bessephales anyway, otherwise they would definitely arrange themselves in a different way.

Thinking of this, Charles raised his head, no longer speculating on the meaning of what the other party said. Shaking his head, he walked towards the black horse with a determined expression. It doesn't matter whether the old man is sincerely thinking about him or deliberately provoking himself! The important thing is whether they can follow this dismount they give themselves. What's more, I'm going to follow no matter what!

However, the steed named Besseflus was far more fierce than Charles had expected. Obviously, it was much more difficult to make such a well-behaved horse obedient than he imagined!

After three minutes of wit, when he almost threw off the two-legged monkey riding on his back countless times, but did not do so, Biseverus finally lost his patience. He slyly turned to his side and slammed into the stake on the side.

"Haha, this kid is going to be finished, no matter who is hit like this, he will definitely break his bones!"

"Shut up! This little white face is still a man, and he has held on for so long. Faustin only lasted so much last time, and this nobleman may not be so bad. ”

"Hmph, I don't see anything brilliant about him, maybe it's just his luck that he can last so long. You see he's as clumsy as Bill, sitting at our former Captain Charlie, and a fool like him would have been driven to the stables to clean up the manure. ”

"Ward, you don't talk nonsense, Lao Tzu's riding skills are much better than you now! Besides, even if you say that people are lucky, then you have relied on luck to persist for so long! If you can't do it, don't say it, just watch quietly! ”

Charles listened to their conversation, and quickly reversed himself on his horse, avoiding the impact of Biceflus. His heart was pounding, and he didn't have to look at Charles to know that he must have broken out in a cold sweat. If he hadn't done so, his left leg would have been broken. But now, Charles's anger was completely stimulated.

This time he didn't care about Biseverus's struggles anymore, and in fact he didn't have enough physical strength to sustain him in such a stalemate. He grabbed the reins with his left hand, let Beseverus keep jumping, his legs clamped fiercely between the horse's belly, and with his right hand he quickly pulled out a silver-encrusted dagger from his waist, and placed the tip of the knife straight to the right side of the horse's head. His hand was steady, and the cold blade gradually approached the dark horse's eyes.

"Surrender to me, or die!"

Severus struggled even more violently under the domination of such fear, and even became a little hysterical. Finally, just as Charles' blade was about to pierce the dark horse's eye, and Charles himself was about to lose his hand, Biseverus finally gave in.

Charles slowly withdrew his dagger and jumped off his horse amid the stunned gaze of the onlookers. He turned around and touched the mane on the back of Biseverus' neck, and the black horse accepted Charles's touch with the docility of "two horses" just now, and did not dare to move.

"Soldiers of the third team, now, lead this horse to our stables, and he will be mine from now on! Maybe there was a little bit of unpleasantness between us today, but I hope we can get along well in the days to come! ”

A few hours later, in the camp of the third cavalry regiment, the cavalrymen were already sitting in front of the marching pot, sitting as straight as a stake, not moving, and no one moved the food in the pot without permission.

After feeding Biseverus with good hay, Charles walked out of the camp gates, remembered who he was, and returned to the compound. At this time, the scarred cavalryman from before said: "My lord, it's time to eat, you can sit down and eat with us first, and we will be busy with you later." ”

Charles nodded and walked towards them. The young man with the short orange hair smiled at him and made room for him.

They pushed the spoon to Charles's side and said respectfully, "My lord, can you start eating?" ”