An hour passed, and finally the first lucky winner appeared. A cavalryman finally tamed an ordinary dragon-scale horse. Riding the dragon scale horse and running back, he shouted at Yang Wancai from afar.

"Yang Jiaoxi! I succeeded! I succeeded!"

Yang Wancai was upset, and said angrily: "If you succeed, cherish it! Don't let it run away again." ”

"I know, I'll never make that mistake again. The cavalryman hurriedly took his dragon-scale horse and went to feed it well. When he left, he couldn't help but look back, and the brother who was desperate with him just now shouted: "Brothers!

After speaking, his eyes turned red, and he put a set of equipment on the horse's back, and then held back his tears, while feeding the treasured dragon blood grass to the dragon scale horse's mouth, while staring at the brothers who were still desperate on the grassland.

The soldiers who were lucky enough to succeed returned to the camp one after another on the dragon-scale horses, but there were many more brothers who were still struggling with the horses, and no one was willing to give up.

The leader of the dragon scale horse selected by Xu Bazhi seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and Xu Bazhi had no chance to sit back on the horse.

Some of the horsemen kept being thrown off by the dragon-scale horses, and still jumped on their horses without turning back, and finally gave their horses down, and ran back on their horses crying and laughing.

"Forty-eight. Forty-three more did not return. ”

Two hours passed, and finally more than half of them returned. Although these people have experienced a defeat, but after experiencing this life and death grind, they have a ruthlessness that other cavalry does not have. Giving up your life is the real ruthlessness!

How many of the remaining soldiers were able to successfully ride back on the dragon-scale horses, no one could say. Now there are only a few people who can be seen, and the rest do not know where they have gone, and may have remained in this pasture forever. The rest of them were struggling on horseback like Xu Bazhi.

Three hours passed, and just now two more cavalrymen who had successfully tamed the dragonscale horses returned exhausted on the dragonscale horses. Of the struggling cavalry, two or three were missing, except for the two who had returned. Only Xu Bazhi and the other two cavalrymen were still struggling on horseback.

Four hours passed, and the other two horsemen also succeeded in riding the dragon-scale horses, so that a total of fifty-two horsemen had returned. Thirty-nine horsemen did not return. But the only one who can see it is Xu Bazhi. Xu Bazhi's hands were glued to the horse's neck, and when he fell, he kept trying to re-clamp the dragon-scale horse's back with his feet.

Five hours passed, and not a single cavalry returned for that hour. Even the leader of the dragon scale horse chosen by Xu Bazhi began to get tired, and the amplitude and frequency of jumps decreased a lot, and Xu Bazhi had more opportunities to try to clamp the horse's back. But he was already exhausted, and with his amazing perseverance, he insisted on holding on to the mane around the dragon-scaled horse's neck.

It was slowly getting dark, and the night of the pasture was coming. Everyone's hearts are getting heavier and heavier.

Gotta get it.

A group of people walked from the far side of the pasture, a total of fourteen people. At this point, the total number of returning cavalry had reached sixty-six. Twenty-five others did not return.

"Yang Jiaoxi, we succeeded!" shouted fourteen people in unison.

"Where did you bastards go?" Yang Wancai only felt that his throat was stiff, and he could only hide his emotions with an angry roar.

The horse was frightened and ran away. It took a long time to find it back. ”

"Is there anyone over there?" asked Yang Wancai.

Fourteen people shook their heads. They already knew that many of the brothers who had gone on an adventure together had not returned, and that the excitement of having just returned had been completely replaced by heavy sadness.

"Xu Bazhi has fallen!"

Everyone looked at the horses again, and Xu Bazhi, who was still on horseback just now, like a boat drifting in the angry waves, had disappeared.

"Alas, what a pity, maybe if he held on a little longer, he would have succeeded. Hu Benrui sighed.

Du Xuan also sighed in his heart, the big waves are sweeping the sand, it is really cruel. Du Xuan didn't want to train soldiers in such a cruel way. But as the commander of an army, he must be stronger, or more cruel, than others. If Tzu does not take charge of the army, and the soldiers who have not been tempered are put on the battlefield, that is what harms them.

Suddenly, a herd of tens of thousands of horses gave way, and a maroon dragon scale horse ran out of it.

"Look! there's a man on the horse's horn!"

What is very worrying is that the maroon dragon scale horse leader seems to be picking a person on the horn. It looks like the dragon scale horse has been picked through with a single horn. I can't see whether that person is Xu Bazhi or not, no matter which soldier it is, it is always very regrettable that he died so tragically. No one was ready to kill this dragonscale horse to avenge the warrior, because the dragonscale horse was already the wealth of Blackbear Castle. If a warrior dies in this way, it is not considered a nest.

The dragonscale horse ran out of the herd and jogged towards the place where the Blackbear Castle cavalry was stationed, and the warriors on the horns of the horse kept shaking as the dragonscale horse ran. The closer they ran, the more they realized that the person on the unicorn was Xu Bazhi, who had disappeared for a while.

"It's Xu Bazhi! It's Xu Bazhi!" Someone saw the face of the picked cavalry clearly and recognized it.

Chen Xiaochu jumped off his horse and ran over quickly: "Old eight, don't die!"

"Don't hurt the dragon scale horse! its horns don't hurt anyone!" Yang Wancai shouted loudly.

Xu Bazhi had no blood on his body, obviously not being pierced by the horn of the dragon scale horse.

When Chen Xiaochu approached, the dragon scale horse lowered his head, gently placed Xu Bazhi on the ground, and then gently arched Xu Bazhi with his head, and Xu Bazhi's body moved with the push of the dragon scale horse. The dragon scale horse licked Xu Bazhi's face with his tongue again.

Everyone thought it was a little strange, and they didn't know what the dragon scale horse was doing.

Chen Xiaochu ran to Xu Bazhi's side, hugged Xu Bazhi, and pushed away the dragon scale horse with his hand. The maroon dragon scale horse seemed to be a little aggrieved, and did not leave, but circled around Xu Bazhi and Chen Xiaochu.

Chen Xiaochu shook Xu Bazhi's body vigorously: "Old eight, wake up! Wake up! Old eight." ”

Chen Xiaochu quickly checked Xu Bazhi's body just now, and found that Xu Bazhi had no fatal injuries except for the blurred flesh and blood on his hands, except for more abrasions on his body, so he suspected that Xu Bazhi was just exhausted and unconscious.

Sure enough, Xu Bazhi opened his eyes weakly, looked at Chen Xiaochu, and smiled.

"You're not dead!" Chen Xiaochu, who was crying, grinned.

"Unfortunately, it's just a little bit. Xu Bazhi sighed.

"That's not right. You're done. What do you see here? You were picked out by this dragon-scale horse with a single horn. You've earned it. In addition to you, only the third prince of our Black Bear Castle has a dragon scale horse leader mount. Not even Yang Jiaoxi. Chen Xiaochu said.

Yang Jiaoxi stood behind him and snorted to hide his embarrassment. The mounts of the cavalry under his command are all stronger than themselves, so how can they bring them in the future?