"If you don't mind, you can try." "Your strength should be able to subdue it." ”

The horse whistle looked at the dark horse in front of him.

Not to mention anything else, this horse's appearance is indeed quite high, with pure black hair, if it is not lying on its stomach, it can definitely be seen in the herd of horses at a glance.

A handsome horse should naturally be paired with a handsome person.

So he quickly decided to choose this dark horse.

He rubbed his hands together, and then cautiously approached the black horse, leaning down slightly, making an attempt to caress it.

The black horse suddenly showed vigilance, and the pony's tail no longer flicked lazily, but raised its head.

Seeing this, Ma Whistle couldn't help but slow down his pace, lightly walking, thinking that he was showing as much kindness as possible.

But the black horse was unmoved, and as soon as he was about to get closer, he rolled over and rose quickly, letting out a low neigh.

"Shhh

Whether it's a horse, a man, or a monkey, you can hear the warning in this neighing.

This is indeed a fierce and fierce horse, although it has been bred by the clan since childhood.

The whistle realizes that the kindness he is trying to show is meaningless. Such a fierce horse cannot be conquered in a gentle way - unless the other party is a mare.

So he changed his strategy and stopped before he could get close to it, carefully observing the dark horse's reaction.

The confrontation dragged on for quite a long time, and the dark horse seemed to have slackened somewhat, or perhaps felt embarrassed.

After all, horses are social animals, and in fact, the animals that can be domesticated are basically social animals. With so many of the same kind around, the dark horse may have felt the concerned gaze of the same kind.

It moved from side to side.

The horse whistle immediately seized the opportunity, jumped up, jumped on the back of the black horse in an instant, and hugged the horse's neck with both hands!

"Boom-" The black horse let out a roar and galloped out, flicking its neck in an attempt to shake the whistle off its back.

Naturally, the horse whistle must not let it succeed, otherwise it will not only mean defeat, but also a high risk of injury.

He clamped the horse's belly tightly, hugged the horse's neck, and let the black horse run wildly.

The black horse was very fast, and carried him straight into the distance, not knowing where to run.

Jumping hoof was worried about an accident, so he quickly turned over and chased after him, and after a while, he disappeared from the vision of the clansmen with the person and horse in front of him......

"Hiss-hiss-hiss-sss

The dark horse ran wildly all the way, trampling dust everywhere, neighing and shaking the sky.

It can be seen that the black horse is very angry and has enough will to resist, and it will never want anything to ride on its back.

It is a natural head horse, the king of horses!

It's a horse with three dragons, let alone such a horse.

But as a reborn, Ma Whistle obviously doesn't think he's going to be a mediocre guy in the future.

He will not admit defeat either, and is determined to fight the king of horses to the end, exhaust it to exhaustion, and conquer it!

Horse Whistle's self-confidence is high, but not blind.

After all, human endurance is not weak, and he is still on horseback, and the longer he drags on, the more favorable the situation will definitely be for him.

The wrestling continued.

Jumping Hoof followed on horseback a short distance behind, keeping an eye on the movement ahead.

During this time, a problem suddenly caught the attention of the horse whistle - the Indians did not have stirrups.

He hadn't ridden much in the past, and occasionally rode with the elders of the clan, so he didn't notice that this nomadic people who were good at riding horses didn't have stirrups.

The reason, like many other problems, is presumably due to the lack of metal products.

Fortunately, the equestrian skills of the Indians are not bad, although there are no horses in the Americas, or they have long been extinct, but after the colonists introduced horses from Eurasia to the Americas, the Indians seem to have awakened their racial talent and quickly evolved into a mature horseback people.

In this way, the Indians rode horses from other continents, armed with ancient stone tools, and fought against the white invaders in a punk manner......

The wrestling is still ongoing.

And the time is already in the evening.

The setting sun is fading, and the night is about to rule half the world.

Ma Whistle felt that his body had stiffened, especially the muscles of his arms and thighs, and there were bursts of soreness.

He had no doubt that as long as he got off his horse now, he would never be able to stand up.

Of course, after a long period of running and confrontation, the situation of the dark horse is not very good, it is obviously about to exhaust, and its speed has been greatly reduced, almost the same as walking.

The jumping hooves who followed behind saw that the victory was about to be revealed.

Sure enough, after a few moments, the black horse finally couldn't hold it anymore, and after stumbling a few steps, he staggered and fell to the ground.

The horse's limbs were sore, and he could only barely adjust his posture to avoid being crushed under the horse, and then he fell to the ground with him.

One man and one horse, lying on the ground, panting.

After a few more moments, the horse scrambled to his feet from the ground, trying to keep himself on his feet, looking condescendingly at the black horse.

"Hiss-hiss-" Seeing this, the black horse immediately struggled to get up and stood up again, looking not to be outdone.

Then it let out a powerful roar: "Whew-"

The horse whistle took a deep breath and then whistled loudly in response: "Whew-"

The whistle was sharp and loud, and the black horse obviously didn't expect him to have this hand, and he was suddenly a little overwhelmed, so he could only let out a horse roar again: "Bang-"

This time, the horse whistle pointed out with both hands, and then clasped four fingers on the lower lip, this action has the same effect on his whistle as the effect of the bronze bell on the chartered lion roar gong in "Kung Fu".

Then he inhaled deeply, exerted his full lung capacity, and blew out an unprecedentedly loud whistle.

"Drop!!" He felt as if he was sounding the horn of a car, a sharp, high-pitched, loud sound...... It can even be described as harsh, and it immediately suppressed the momentum of the dark horse.

The dark horse couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The horse whistle took a few steps forward and blew his extreme whistle again, aggressively.

And so on and so forth, and finally, in the midst of a sharp whistle, the black horse lowered its haughty head and signaled submission.

Ma Whistle couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It's finally over.

He reached out and gently stroked the black horse's mane, and this time the other party did not resist.

Jumping Hoof walked from not far away, with a smile and a little envy: "Congratulations, you have earned its respect...... It's not easy! Thankfully, you have a whistle that no one can match, just like your father, or even better, worthy of your name. ”

"I believe that in the near future, your whistle will also be able to summon your own partners on the battlefield." He said again.

Ma Whistle smiled, and he was also looking forward to such a day.

"Give it a new name." "I used to call it Little Black, but it obviously doesn't like this. ”

Hearing this, the horse whistle pondered, and after a while, he said, "Well, let's call it...... Black Edge. ”