It was getting late, and a ride outside Wanqiu City approached, coming from north to south.

Although the city occupies a large area, it does not have walls as high as the big city, and the low earthen walls have to shed a layer of skin even after heavy rain.

If it weren't for the rain in the air, the dust on the earthen walls would have easily enveloped the entire city.

There were no heavy crossbows on top of the walls, only soldiers patrolling with spears and red armor, carrying a hardwood bow on their shoulders and a quiver on their backs.

Wanqiu City only has a gate that opens to the south, so the rider who came from north to south needs to go around the city and then to the south.

The old horse does not simply refer to old age, after all, no matter how old a horse is in the stable all day, it is impossible to know the way outside the door.

Although this red horse is in the prime of life, he has a lot of experience, and he is still very familiar with the place where he grew up.

And this strong war horse carried a small boy whose size was very different from it.

The boy lay tightly on the horse's back, looking drowsy, and his stomach was already tumbling up and down.

Both horses and people are soaking wet.

This rain can add to the momentum of the war horse's gallop, and the hair is smoothed by the rain, making it look more flexible. But the boy is different, the rain on his body is embarrassing, no different from the soup chicken.

The rain on his body flowed onto the horse, and then it was thrown to the ground by its running, leaving behind the unwielding dampness and the uncomfortable feeling caused by the dampness.

The cold can't be mentioned, after all, it's summer, and the climate in the south has always been warm.

But his mother knew that the snowflakes would melt away when they piled up on his body, and that the rain would bring a little cold after a long time.

But what makes people grit their teeth is that he has never heard anything about this, and he is still playing crazy outside on a snowy day, and he doesn't care if he gets wet in the rain.

The young man always lay on the back of the horse carefully, afraid that he would be ruthlessly thrown off by the war horse under him like the rain.

It's funny to say that the reins were grabbed to keep the horses from going astray, and the boy was trying not to be thrown off the horse from the beginning when he was helped and pushed by his mother.

He only knew to go south, and the exact direction was not clear.

In fact, even if he knew the way, it was useless, after all, he could not lower the horse, and he could only grasp the reins and follow it wherever it went.

At this time, there was a sense of casual progress, but he was obviously not in the mood to learn from those people to enjoy the scenery along the way.

After all, this wind and rain is too charming to the eye, and his purpose is too fixed.

Having said that, the horse easily brought him all the way here.

His abdomen and chest were a little numb and painful in the saddle, which was normal, after all, it was used to sit.

His hands had begun to tremble slightly, but he still held on to the reins and refused to let go, nor did he dare to change his position.

If you are an ordinary teenager, even if you are scared, but at least after running all night, you will start to think about slowly straightening up and giving it a try.

But this person has always been timid except for scolding, otherwise he would not have been frightened by someone to pick up a stick and hide in the yard, and he didn't even dare to say a word when he was scolded.

The city's defenses seem to be rather poor, not even as tight as some medium-sized cities, but it was indeed the gate of the Dachang Dynasty.

The Zhennan army did not defend the city, so no matter how tightly the city's defenses were made, it was useless.

The gate opened to the south, and the horse came alone from the north.

Even though it was getting late, it was still extremely difficult not to be discovered by the guards in red armor on the city wall, and there was no hostility towards this horse guard, only curiosity and vigilance.

They knew that such a war horse was considered superior even within the Zhennan Army, but they didn't expect that they would be willing to be controlled by a little boy.

The soldiers patrolling the city walls were vigilant, but they did not stop the young man, but only watched where he was heading.

I don't despise everyone, even if it's just an unarmed teenager.

The war horse was very bold and imposing, the horse was going home, and the boy was leaving home, and the difference was naturally quite obvious.

The young man turned his head to look at the low city wall, and always felt that this city was no different from the Sifang City except that it was larger, and he felt that he seemed to have come to the wrong place.

Leaning on the back of his horse, he tilted his head to look at a red-armored soldier staring at him on the low earthen wall, and asked loudly, "Hey, is this Wanqiu City?" ”

After shouting, he hurriedly spat out the rain that flowed into his mouth, he didn't know how to write the word hill, but it was the only information he knew he was going to to the city.

In fact, there is another key piece of information, but in his opinion, it is afraid of scaring others, so he does not mention it to others.

The soldiers on the city wall heard it, but they ignored him, and the rain trickled down his resolute face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The rain was still dripping, and the sparkle on his eyelashes was so unavoidable that the boy could not see if the man was smiling, and it was not clear if he had heard his own question.

After shouting a few more times but still receiving no response, the boy didn't try again, after all, the bow and arrow on the other party's shoulder looked too scary.

And it seems to be a gray departure, but this young man has successfully practiced the ability to scold people only in his heart, and it doesn't matter if the other party listens to it or not.

The horse below him didn't pay attention to what he was going to do, but just ran forward.

Everyone on the city wall was full of curiosity when they saw this man, and even one of the older red-armored guards took the hardwood bow from his shoulder and drew his bow to test his reaction.

Not unexpectedly, the boy was so shocked that even the rain from the sky seemed to have become more on his pants.

The horse's sense of smell surpassed that of a human, and the warhorse, who had been honest all the way, was ashamed at this time, and for the first time had the urge to throw it off.

Such a little kid, trembling and lying on his back, isn't that a shame?

As if remembering another timid monk who was also riding on his back, the war horse snorted a little sadly.

The guard laughed twice, put away the hardwood bow, pinched the feather arrow with one hand, looked down at the sharp arrow, nodded slightly and said to himself: "I'm afraid to mean it's normal, how many abnormal people have come to this city over the years?"

In the tent, a dim oil lamp on the desk flickered lazily, and on the desk was a letter that had never been opened, on which were written the words spring and autumn in cinnabar.

A tall, stout man sat shirtless behind the desk, holding a gun in his left hand and a small piece of deerskin in his right, and was quietly wiping the spear in his hand with his head bowed, his eyes never glancing at the letter.

Suddenly, the oil lamp began to feel a little uneasy, and the action of wiping the spear immediately stopped.

A small piece of deerskin rubbed to the end, leaving a shallow cut mark, and the spear was sharp.

The man looked up at the letter, which had been left here years ago.

He could guess what was written in the letter, and he knew it was a bit difficult for him, but he smiled a little, which showed that his mind was not on the letter at this time.

He said to himself with a smile: "Since the gift was accepted on the spot, it is no longer polite to return it." I was curious to know what kind of gifts the dean's students had sent me back. ”

The man picked up his gun and threw a small piece of deerskin in his hand on the oil lamp on the desk, the lamp oil splashed, the fire was extinguished, and the tent was instantly darkened.

The man put on a suit and came out with a spear in hand.

The envelope on the case was blown by the wind outside the account, only to know that there was still one left under the envelope, and there was no wording, only that the envelope was covered with a pattern like a square black seal.

What was the situation inside, the war horse outside the city and the young man were not clear, the war horse only cared about running, but the young man was much more nervous.

Although it was a scare just now, this young man didn't know that when he saw that sharp arrow, he really felt that maybe he would be hit the next moment.

Yang Hejiu didn't lie to him, it was true that he could get to this city in half a day by riding this horse, but because the heavens and people wanted to keep him, he was delayed in the city for a while.

The young man still pretended not to know this, and kept muttering in his heart that it had been a long time, but it was dark and hadn't arrived yet, and it seemed that the gentleman was not very reliable.

I don't know how long I walked around the city, and just when the young man was about to curse, the war horse slowly stopped.

Obviously, there was a precursor of fatigue a moment ago, but when I stopped, my morale was high, as if I didn't have to stop running for another three days and three nights.

The boy noticed the change, and made sure that the horse was stable before slowly straightening up from the horse.

In front of him was indeed a city gate wide open, but the first thing the young man saw was not the city gate, but a middle-aged man.

couldn't help but be slightly stunned, his eyes wanted to look away to see if it was the city he was coming to, but he couldn't help but continue to stay on the man, and finally froze on the spear in his hand, motionless.

The war horse rejoiced, and the man was also a little surprised to see the young man on horseback.

After a long time, the boy asked tentatively, "This is... Excuse me, is this Wanqiu City? ”

The man didn't answer his question, but looked at the large and small packages dragged on the horse's back, and even some of the juice mixed with the rain water was running down the horse's back.

Perhaps he could see the grievances of this horse and his party, so he stepped forward and patted the war horse gently, and said, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

The horse neighed loudly, as if in reply.

In the autumn of last year, he personally selected two war horses, plus his own white horse, a total of three horses, one white, one black and one red.

Because a teenager was afraid that he would be seen by someone under some special conditions, only two horses were actually given away.

This red horse was personally selected and sent out by himself last year, and traveled thousands of miles to Wangshulou with some people to participate in the entrance test.

After successfully completing the task, he was sent back by Yang Hejiu, which was originally a gift from the Zhennan Army to Yang Hejiu, but he didn't expect that he would transfer it to a teenager in Sifang City, and he returned to this city after several rounds, which was really hard.

The boy saw that he seemed to be familiar with the horse, and asked, "What is the name of this horse?"

The middle-aged man didn't think much about it, looked down at the badly worn farrier under the foot of the horse in front of him, and replied: "Thousands of miles." ”

The young man muttered a few words, and then said tentatively, "Chisato, how do I feel like you just picked it yourself?"