The reins in Huo Xiaoshan's hand were loosely placed on his hand, and he did not deliberately instruct the horse where to go, but the horse carried the two of them up the hill from the small river and walked up the woods.

"What did you say to the horse, and where is it leading us?" Murong Pei asked curiously.

Murong Pei's question made Huo Xiaoshan laugh, "Am I so magical?" I just walked by it, haven't you heard of the old horse knowing the way? ”

"Aren't you so amazing? I always felt like you could do anything. Murong Pei raised his head in Huo Xiaoshan's arms, his eyes like silk.

Huo Xiaoshan saw that his sweetheart was in front of him, and his heart moved, so he finally lowered his head and kissed it gently.

Murong Pei suddenly felt that his hands and feet were soft, and he even forgot the pain on his injured arm, and almost fell off the horse, Huo Xiaoshan hurriedly grabbed her thin waist with his hand, and then raised his lips.

Murong Pei felt that although Huo Xiaoshan's kiss just now was not smashed, he was already completely drunk, and he blushed and stopped talking when he returned to Huo Xiaoshan's arms.

The two of them let the handsome black horse carry them through the forest, although it was daytime, it gave Murong Pei a dream-like feeling.

It seems that there is such a horse in many lifetimes, carrying such a boy and a girl through the long river of time.

A young man dressed in silk and satin rode a horse with a shabby peasant girl in the endless starlight.

A poorly clothed boy rode away with a rich lady wearing a golden phoenix and a silver hairpin, followed by the hustle and bustle of those disgusting house slaves.

A brave and fearless warrior in military uniform and a female warrior with a face also covered with dust galloped on the battlefield, the streamer of bullets, the explosion of fire, and the black smoke rising from the fire became the background of the two people and the horse, but it was difficult to resist the perseverance in the eyes of the young man and the trust in the eyes of the girl.

If there is love in your heart, the world is nothing more than this, even if it is the cape of the world, the desert, the Gobi battlefield, the horns are singing, the arrows are also gone!

Murong Pei was already drunk, but although the road was far away, when it was finally over, just after the horse carried Murong Pei's reverie out of this mountain forest and crossed a mountain, a childish shout came from afar.

After the horse heard the sound, it was already in a state of slow walking, and it suddenly galloped wildly, Huo Xiaoshan could have ridden a horse, and the reaction was fast, but his left hand tightened Murong Pei's thin waist, and his right hand tightened the reins, and let the horse jump out like lightning.

The defenseless Murong Pei was flashed, but fortunately, Huo Xiaoshan's left hand was hugged at the right time, and Murong Pei's head still hit Huo Xiaoshan's arms, causing a burst of pain in her injured arm.

However, she couldn't care about it anymore, and she thought that the horse was running so fast!

Although she didn't scream, she closed her eyes all at once to relieve the vertigo that came with her rapid advance.

So when she closed her eyes, she felt that she was suddenly upside down by the horse, and then fell down and then upside down again, if it weren't for the powerful waist of her own Xiaoshanzi, Murong Pei had no doubt that she would be able to shoot out of the horse's back in an instant.

But the man who shouted was not close, so the horse ran straight into a wooded field with the two men on his shoulder.

The trunk of the tree is like a forest, but the horse will never slow down, Murong Pei felt a chaotic sound of "click", and the small branches were not known how many were broken by the horse, and there was a hot feeling when the small branches hit the back of her head, which was the result of Huo Xiaoshan protecting her under him.

Finally, in the speed and passion that Murong Pei experienced, the horse braked sharply, if it weren't for Huo Xiaoshan's hand tightly holding her, she would have to fly out of the horse at once!

It turned out that at this time the horse had already run to the person who called him with the two of them.

Murong Pei opened his eyes and saw that the horse was already carrying himself and Huo Xiaoshan through the entire woods, and at this time he was already on the other side of the woods.

At that time, a young boy in his teens was standing in front of his two horses, and the boy's attire was obviously Mongolian.

The little boy was shouting, "Hari Galipa, Hari Hali Lipa", and he was probably calling the name of the horse, and he must have spoken it in Mongolian.

And the horse was rubbing his head affectionately against the upper arm of the little boy, who was clearly the real owner of the horse.

"You are the Eighth Route Army? Why are you riding my Hari Galiba? And how can it let you ride? The boy suddenly asked in surprise in Chinese, it turned out that he could actually speak Chinese, and he actually knew the Eighth Route Army!

It was obvious that the main owner was coming, Huo Xiaoshan was already holding Murong Pei's waist with both hands and clamping Murong Pei, and when Murong Pei took advantage of the situation to close her legs, Huo Xiaoshan had already carefully put her off the horse, and then he turned over and dismounted.

"Yes, we are the Eighth Route Army. Little one, how did you lose your horse? Huo Xiaoshan asked.

"I didn't lose it, I deliberately drove Hari Galiba out, and Tulle's gang of scoundrels came to rob Hari Galiba!" The little boy argued.

"Who is Thule?" Murong Pei asked.

"Thule is—" The little boy scratched his head, it was obvious that he was from Mongolian, and he didn't speak Chinese very well, and the words he had just said seemed stiff and awkward.

"Thule is the puppet army that your Eighth Route Army said, and Ava (Mongolian: Abba) said that they are all jackals on the grassland."

Murong Pei felt that although what the little boy said was only a few words, he could guess the general situation.

Obviously, it is impossible for such a poor herdsman's child to have such a wonderful handsome horse without being remembered by those powerful bullies. There is no shortage of two dogs in this era!

"Little one, tell me what bad things they've done?" Huo Xiaoshan's eyes flickered, and he suddenly asked thoughtfully.

"They robbed the Shaobu family of the sheep that were suckling, stole the two horses of the Su Riqun family, and burned down my family's yurt, and—" The little boy is obviously young, and the Mongolian people are still mostly nomadic at the moment, the land is vast and sparsely populated, and their knowledge is limited after all.

"Have they ever killed anyone? Have you ever killed a good person like us? Huo Xiaoshan asked again.

"Murder?" The little boy scratched his head again, "I haven't seen it, but I heard Abba say that Thule and his people took the Japanese devils to kill a Han people, and many people died in it, and Abba and they went to bury them, and I wanted to go and see Abba and didn't let me." ”

"What are you asking for?" Murong Pei felt that Huo Xiaoshan seemed to mean something when he asked about the puppet Mongolian army, and he originally came out to find a medicine shop, but now he inquired about the puppet Manchu army.

"Because the prairie wolves have arrived!" Huo Xiaoshan didn't look into the distance, just gently stroked the smooth satin fur of the black horse in front of him with his hand like the little boy.

"How do you know?" Murong Pei asked in surprise.

Huo Xiaoshan pointed to the black horse in front of him.

Only then did Murong Pei notice that the horse in front of him had become uneasy from the intimacy he had just seen the little boy for the first time, his ears were erect, his nose was snorting, and the knife-like hooves of the horse were also kicked.

"The horse's sense of smell and ears are better than ours, not to mention that it is obvious that those puppet soldiers have shot this horse, so it naturally remembers the breath of the enemy." Huo Xiaoshan explained to Murong Pei, and then he turned to the little boy and asked, "Will they still shoot your horse?" ”

"Nope! I saw that the guy who shot in the morning was beaten by Thule—" The little boy did not know how to express what he saw in Chinese, but he stretched out his palm and gestured to his face.

Obviously, he meant that some of the subordinates of the puppet army had shot at the handsome horse without permission and were slapped in the mouth by their steward.

"Then can they catch your Hari Galiba?" Huo Xiaoshan asked again.

"As long as they don't shoot, they don't want to catch my Hari Galiba, he's the fastest horse among our Mongols!" It can be seen that the little boy is very proud of his beloved horse, and it is difficult to say whether this horse is the fastest or not, but in short, it is enough soon, and it cannot be taken seriously for the words of a child.

"Shall I teach you a lesson from those scoundrels?" Huo Xiaoshan lowered his head and asked.

"Good!" The little boy was of course very happy when he heard that the Eighth Route Army was going to be angry for him, he knew about the Eighth Route Army.

Once, there was an Eighth Route Army Road that also rode a lot of horses, and they also fell in love with their own Hari Galiba and wanted to spend money to buy it, but they and Abba were reluctant to sell it.

The Eighth Route Army did not say anything, but gave Hari Galiba forage to help him comb it, and told him and Abba that the Eighth Route Army was a poor herdsman's army.

Therefore, in his impression, the Eighth Route Army is a good person, not like those villains in Natule, who robbed Harigaliba when he saw him.

As for whether the Eighth Route Army in front of him can beat those villains of Tulle, he has never thought about it, and he has no concept of this, in his simple and young heart, he feels that the Eighth Route Army is a hero!