1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 12 [Black Front]

"If you don't mind, you can try it." Jumping Hood said again, "Your strength should be able to subdue it."

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

Among other things, this horse is really good looking, with pure black hair, if it is not lying on its stomach, it can definitely be seen among the horses at a glance.

A handsome horse should naturally match a handsome man.

So he quickly decided to choose this dark horse.

He rubbed his fists together, then cautiously approached the black horse, leaning down slightly, as if trying to stroke it.

The black horse suddenly showed vigilance, its tail no longer swayed lazily, but raised its head.

Seeing this, Ma Shao couldn't help slowing down his pace, walking lightly, thinking he was trying to show kindness as much as possible.

But the black horse was unmoved at all, and when he was about to get close, he immediately turned over, stood up quickly, and let out bursts of low-pitched neighing.

"Hush-hush-"

Whether it's a horse, a person, or a monkey, they can all hear the warning in this neighing.

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

Horse Whistle realized that the kindness he was trying to show was meaningless.Such a fierce and fierce horse cannot be conquered in a gentle way-unless the other party is a mare.

So he changed his strategy, stopped just a few feet away, and carefully observed the black horse's reaction.

The confrontation lasted for a long time, and the dark horse seemed to relax a bit, or maybe it was embarrassed.

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

It moved side to side.

The horse whistle immediately seized the opportunity, jumped up, jumped onto the back of the black horse in an instant, and hugged the horse's neck with both hands!
"Bah——" the black horse roared angrily, and rushed out, shaking its neck at the same time, trying to throw the whistle off its back.

Naturally, the horse whistle couldn't let it succeed, otherwise it would not only mean failure, but also a high possibility of injury.

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

The black horse was quite fast, and it carried him straight into the distance, not knowing where he was going.

Worried about an accident, Tiao Chi quickly got on his horse and chased after him. After a while, he and the people in front of him disappeared from the sight of the clansmen...

"Hiss - hiss - 咴 -"

The black horse galloped all the way, smashing dust everywhere, and neighing loudly.

It can be seen that the black horse is very angry and has enough will to resist. It is absolutely unwilling to have something on its back.

It is a natural winner, the king of horses!
It's a three-point horse, let alone such a fine horse.

But as a reborn person, Ma Shuo obviously doesn't think that he will be a mediocre guy in the future.

He also won't admit defeat, determined to fight the king of horses to the end, wear him out to exhaustion, and conquer!
Horse Whistle's self-confidence is high, but not blind.

After all, human endurance is not weak, and he is still on horseback, the longer the delay, the better the situation will be for him.

The wrestling continued.

Jumping Hoof followed on horseback not far behind, paying attention to the movement ahead.

During this period, a problem suddenly caught the attention of the sentry—the Indians had no stirrups.

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

The cause of this must have been, like many other problems, chiefly due to the scarcity of manufactured metals.

Fortunately, the equestrian skills of the Indians are not bad. Although there are no horses in the Americas, or they have been extinct for a long time, after the colonists introduced the Eurasian horses to the Americas, the Indians seemed to have awakened their racial talent and evolved rapidly. It is a mature horseback nation.

In this way, the Indians rode war horses from different continents, held ancient stone tools, and fought against the white invaders with a punk attitude...

The wrestling is still going on.

And it was evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun is gradually dissipating, and the night is about to rule half the world.

Ma Shao felt that his body was already stiff, especially the muscles in his arms and thighs, and he felt sore.

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

Of course, after running wildly and confronting for a long time, the condition of the black horse was not very good. It was obviously almost exhausted, and its speed was greatly reduced, almost as good as walking.

Tiao hoof following behind could see that the outcome was about to be announced.

Sure enough, after a while, the black horse finally couldn't hold on, staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground.

The horse whistle's limbs were sore, and he could barely adjust his posture to avoid being crushed by the horse, and then fell to the ground together.

One person and one horse were lying on the ground, panting.

After a while, the horse whistle first struggled to get up from the ground, tried hard to maintain a standing posture, and looked down at the black horse.

"Hiss————" Seeing this, the black horse immediately struggled to get up, and stood up again, with a look of unwillingness to be outdone.

Then it let out a powerful roar: "Bah——"

The horse whistle took a deep breath, and then blew a loud whistle in response: "咻——"

The whistle sounded sharp and loud, and the black horse obviously didn't expect him to have such a hand, and was a little at a loss for a while, so he could only let out another horse cry: "咴——"

This time, Ma Whistle extended his sword fingers with both hands, and then clasped his four fingers on his lower lip. This action has the same effect on his whistle as the copper bell in "Kung Fu" has on the charter woman's lion's roar.

Then he took a deep breath again, exerted all his lung capacity, and blew out an unprecedentedly loud whistle.

"Drip!!" He felt as if a car whistle came out of his mouth. The sound was sharp, high-pitched, and loud...it could even be described as harsh, and immediately suppressed the aura of the black horse.

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

The horse whistle stepped forward a few steps, and blew his ultimate whistle again, aggressively.

After going back and forth two more times, finally, amidst the sharp whistle, the black horse lowered its proud head, sending out a signal of submission.

The horse whistle could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It's finally over.

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

Jumping Hoof came from not far away, with a smile on his face and a bit of envy: "Congratulations, you have won its respect...it's not easy! Fortunately, you have an unparalleled whistle, just like your father Just as good, if not better, worthy of your name."

"I believe that in the near future, your whistle can also call your partners on the battlefield." He added.

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

"Give it a new name," said Jumping Hoof. "I used to call it Blackie, but he obviously doesn't like that."

Hearing this, Ma Wiao pondered, and after a while, he said, "Well, let's call it... Hei Feng."

(End of this chapter)