"Galiban?"

Uncle Silan and Bayar glanced at each other and said a name in unison.

"It's called Galiban?"

Wang Kui's eyelids jumped, and a look of interest appeared on his face, "If I'm not mistaken, Galiban means lightning and flashing in Mongolian, and this horse is very fast?"

"Soon, it is 6 years old, it has already been in the same mouth, and now it is the peak, whether it is strength, speed, endurance, it is the best in this group of horses in the same period, but it is a pity that ......"

Speaking of this, Uncle Silan shook his head and said: "Galiban has a stubborn personality and a short temper, which is a common problem of crossbred horses, so when he was 2.5 years old, there were few people in the field who could train him, and even Bayar was thrown a few times by him......"

"Galiban is a good horse, I also fell in love with it before, but this horse has a strong personality, brother, you better change one......"

Bayard was also persuaded on the side.

Qikou, which means that the livestock is full of teeth, indicates that the horse has reached adulthood, and the years between the ages of 5 and 15 years are the peak of a horse's life.

This is one of the reasons why Wang Kuixiang likes it.

Second, when he stepped into the horse farm, there were several horses, and they subconsciously lowered their heads, or took two steps back, indicating that they had a weak personality and did not dare to bully life.

You must know that if a person has been working in a certain profession for a long time, he will develop the momentum of this kind of profession, such as a policeman or a butcher.

As a hunter, Wang Kui has long had the taste of a top predator in his bones.

Galiban was not afraid, but raised his legs to resist, and Uncle Silan said that it was irritable, so Wang Kui liked it even more.

It's not about showing how strong he is.

But this hunting trip, not only to face the attack of the steppe wolf, but also may be blocked by the poachers, if the horse is not brave, the wolf is afraid, see people to run.

How can you bet on this hunt?

In ancient times, war horses had to be blindfolded and blocked when they were fighting, why?

Afraid that as soon as the war started, he was frightened by the interference of the soldiers' shouting and killing, and a fierce war horse was not only not afraid of swords and swords, blood roars and howls, but also became more and more brave in battle, and even helped his master to kick and bite the enemy.

Therefore, what Wang Kui wants is this kind of stubborn temper that can be screamed!

"No, just change it! I'll try it......"

Seeing that he had already decided, Uncle Silan asked the herdsmen who watched the horse farm to bring the harness and put it on.

When the sailors saw the Galiban, they were also greedy!

This Mongolian three-river hybrid, with a body length and height, both reaching 1.6 meters and weighing more than 400 kilograms, is far taller than the average Mongolian horse, but it is not as bulky as the stallions responsible for carrying goods, and the muscles of the back and legs are bulging, just right, like a leopard in the feline family, both flexible and explosive.

Covered in brown and black horse hair, shiny oil, long neck, black eyes the size of copper bells, soft black mane and ponytail, as long as you flick it gently, it is like a black lightning bolt in front of your eyes, extremely chic!

It can really be said that it is sharp and skinny, with two ears and bamboo trees, and the wind enters the four hooves!

When the herdsmen put on the harness, Galiban even turned his head to resist, if it wasn't for someone strangling the horse's neck with a sleeve, it would really be difficult for it to obediently give in.

[I feel that this brother Ma doesn't seem to have a good temper!

[It's hard to say, I've never seen Lao Kui ride a horse!]

[If Lao Kui rides the Galiban, will he change from infantry to cavalry?]

[It's still good to look like infantry!]

[Isn't it, this broken road can also be opened?]

......

When it was almost noon, office workers had time, and they took advantage of this break to sneak into the live broadcast room, and seven or eight thousand people had gathered!

Everyone had a heated discussion about whether Wang Kui could tame this fierce horse.

Looked at.

Zhao Zhongheng immediately used his mobile phone to enter the backstage of the director and opened the fish ball quiz.

Many people have bet, and most of them have bet on "can't", but at this time, there was suddenly an extra 100,000 fish balls on the "can" option.

CE: [All net worth, die bet on Lao Kui!]

Wang Kui ignored the barrage, his mind was now full of this horse.

By this time, the Galiban had been fitted with a bridle, a black leather saddle, and stirrups, and the herdsmen were pulling the reins and were taking it out of the racecourse.

Zhao Zhongheng raised the drone at this time.

"Little brother, stay safe......"

The herdsman reminded him and handed the reins to Wang Kui.

After taking the rope, he first patted Galiban's neck, the corners of his mouth bent, his left foot on the horse, his waist and hips were forced, and he turned over with a "hula" sound.

"Yu! Yu Yu ——!"

Galiban felt someone coming up and instantly raised his front hooves.

The center of gravity was offset, and Wang Kui leaned back directly.

What a brute!

The next moment, he grabbed the reins with both hands, his face was ruthless, his feet were exerted with horses, his waist and hips contracted, and five pieces of inner thighs were adducted: long, short, adductor magnus, gracilis femoris, and pubis, like a hydraulic press, bursting out with a strong collapse force!

Reflected outside the skin, the audience only saw Lao Kui's legs clamped violently!

"Yu ——!"

The terrible thing is that such a clamp actually pressed down two inches on the skin and flesh of the horse's back, which made Galiban scream directly!!

The front hooves fell straight down!

"Good end!"

Uncle Silan's eyes lit up.

It is said that Mongolia is a nation on horseback, and no one understands the importance of kung fu better than them, the stronger the thighs, the more stable the body!

When he couldn't do anything, Galiban began to kick his hind hooves again, and his neck flung wildly, and his whole body, like a mad cow in the bullring, wanted to fall Wang Kui off the horse.

Seeing this scene, Bayar's face was frightened, "That's how I was dumped at the time, if it weren't for Uncle Silan holding the horse's leg at the critical moment, I would definitely be kicked into a serious injury!"

Zhao Zhongheng and the audience were nervous.

But Wang Kui was smiling wildly, his legs were clamped between the horse's back, his body was like a light swallow, and his buttocks seemed to be stained.

And so it went on for a full minute.

Seeing that the range of Galiban's movements had decreased, he knew that his strength had been exhausted.

Wang Kui suddenly clamped his thigh, "Drive!"

As a result, Galiban didn't know if he really listened to his orders, or if he was coerced by him and rushed forward.

Let's da-ta!

Under the lens of a drone.

Blue sky and white clouds, green bushes.

The running Galiban, with a flowing mane and a horsetail flying, is like a black lightning bolt, shuttling quickly through the field.

Wang Kui rode a horseback, wearing a gray wizard's hood trench coat, dark blue trousers, and a pair of black hiking boots.

Connected to the back, the black American hunting bow and quiver that had hunted bears before were crossed and stuck on the tactical strap.

On the right side of his waist, there is a long black cowhide sheath, which is the Damascus boye hunting knife that was rewarded by the mission.

Even if Zhao Zhongheng doesn't like the outdoors very much, when he sees this scene, he can't help but be excited and excited.

Fresh clothes and angry horses, fighting swords in the world.

What guy doesn't envy!?

"Yu ——!"

Back next to the racecourse, Wang Kui pulled the reins sharply, and the front hooves of the Galiban were raised, lifting up bursts of dirt, like a general's triumph.

In ten minutes, the strongest war horse in the pasture, the Mongolian thunder and lightning, really tamed him!!

[! Watching Lao Kui ride a horse, it's so cool!]

[It's a pity that my fish balls!]

[Awesome!This outdoor anchor is really comfortable to watch, and it's comfortable to open the door comfortably, and it's comfortable to get home!!]

At this time, Wang Kui was already completely playful, he didn't care about the live broadcast at all, and shouted at Zhao Zhongheng: "Wine!"

Wine?

Where is the wine?

Who would have thought that Uncle Silan next to him directly untied an animal skin wine bag from the crotch on his waist, "Next!"

He tossed his hands.

In mid-air, Wang Kui grabbed the beast sac, opened the lid and poured it up, and the white mare's milk wine entered his throat: "Hahaha!

Throw back the flask.

His right hand swept around his waist, and under his trench coat, the Damascus Boi hunting knife was unsheathed, the blade was 16.8 long, and the Mithril-like metallic luster shimmered with black peacock inscriptions, like a knife master's handiwork.

Wang Kui touched the blade with two fingers of his left hand, and swept it from bottom to top.

"Weng~~ Feng!"

Pointing at the tip of the knife, it emitted a metallic beep!

Good knives!

The next moment.

Wang Kui flicked his right hand, and the sword in the air spun around, stabbing the hunting knife out, and laughed fiercely: "Pick up the lamp to see the sword when you are drunk, and dream of blowing the horn company camp!"

Break the show!!

The audience was stunned!

Zhao Zhongheng was also stunned!

No one doesn't remember Xin Qiji's famous poem, and many college entrance examination candidates even vomited in Chinese class, but through Lao Kui's magnetic and rough voice, it was inexplicably hot-blooded!!

Soon, Zhao Zhongheng reacted and immediately released an ancient song from the backstage of the director, which was Uncle Long's version of "Beautiful Mythology"!

Playing with the beautiful sound of the ancient rhyme.

"Brother understands me!!"

Wang Kui licked his lips, the alcohol was in the blood, his eyes were excited, and he flicked the reins: "Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings are plugged outside, and the autumn soldiers on the battlefield!"

"Drive!"

At the sound of an order, Galiban stepped on the grass and ran.

As soon as the hunting bow was solved, Wang Kui looked at the sky with a bow:

"The horse-made Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt!"

"But the king of the world, win the name before and after his death!"

Look at this teenager.

The blood is strong.

Indulge in Shaohua!

Uncle Silan smiled and touched his long beard, and sighed: "Poor white ......"

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