Zhu Shan appeared in front of everyone with his head. Old Shangshu Jiang Dong stood up and walked a few steps outside the elegant seat, holding the guardrail with his hand, leaning forward with force, hoping to see more realistically. The soldiers next to him were shocked, fearing that the old man would fall down and be ready to help him.

Jiang Dong ignored it at all. He rubbed his faint eyes and stared at the war horses on the field. For a moment, tears flowed all over his body and kept slapping the guardrail with excitement.

No one could understand the old man's excitement. Even if Tang Yi had told him about the situation of the Arab horse, he was still skeptical. It was not until he saw it with his own eyes that Jiangdong truly appreciated the Arab majesty.

The head is short, the neck is slender, the limbs are toned, the tendons are developed and strong, the tail is raised high, and the fur is shiny all over the body is simply a perfect representation of strength and speed. They step on the field, their steps are elastic, and there is no need for extra movements. Just watching them walk quickly is pleasing to the eye, as if they have washed a sauna.

Jiangdong felt that all the pores were opened. When the horse walked to the front of the Mongolian horse, the knight held the mount. The two sides really faced each other, and the huge gap was revealed.

Arabian horses are medium-sized horses about one foot taller than Mongolian horses, and even the tallest Mongolian horses are one head short.

The difference in body shape is like a horse and a donkey, very funny. The poor Mongolian horse became the background.

Including the Ming army's war horses, almost all were Mongolian horses. Among a group of children, more than a dozen big guys suddenly came, and the strong impact shocked everyone.

In the audience, everyone's eyes widened. Everyone couldn't wait to rush to the guardrail, looked at it with a look of surprise, and breathing sounds endlessly.

What a tall horse, what a majestic horse!

Could it be the legendary sweat-blooded BMW?

Many people still don’t know the origin of these horses, and they all guessed with interest. Some even said that Tang Yi is Wenquxing, and this is a divine horse from heaven!

"I've seen it, Ironback will definitely lose!"

Zhong Jin said confidently: "These horses should come from the great cannibals, sharp scimitars, divine war horses, and growing white robes are their symbols! The most fierce knight and the most brutal killer!"

When talking about the Great Food Knight, Zhong Jin's face turned pale. The Weila tribe was in the western desert, the Western Regions, the Arabs, the Persians, the barbarians in the north... all kinds of forces were intertwined, as numerous as cows.

Facing the Ming Dynasty, the Mongolians dared to boast about being unparalleled in riding and shooting, but facing those more barbaric and cruel opponents, they were far behind, especially the war horses, which was even more painful for the Mongolian cavalry.

If the opponents were not too small, the Erath tribe would be in danger of being destroyed.

Zhong Jin's father and grandparents had coveted the war horses that were so powerful that they mobilized heavy troops to seize the war horses. They paid a heavy price and did succeed. However, after checking, they found that all the war horses had been cut. Those guys hiding in their white robes would not leave their precious war horses to the enemy at all.

Zhenuo also remembered those terrible opponents. The friends who grew up with him were once captured. When they were found, they found that he had been smashed into a pile of unrecognizable rotten flesh by stones, and only the dagger on his waist showed his identity.

That time, Zhenuo was really afraid but he couldn't understand why the guys who were so cruel and regarded war horses as life would be willing to dedicate the war horses to the Ming Dynasty. It's unreasonable!

"Brother, I think this is not what you should worry about." Zhong Jin said mercilessly: "The Ming people have powerful war horses, and they will soon have thousands of war horses. In ten or twenty years, maybe before we grow old, we will face the overwhelming Iron Cavalry of the Ming Dynasty!"

"No!" Zhenuo's face was pale and shook his head desperately, "No, I don't believe that their war horses must have been castrated and they can only ride on and play. Ten years later, they will die of old age. A few horses cannot threaten the grassland at all! They cannot threaten!"

Zhenuo refuted loudly, it was actually more like self-hypnosis. Zhong Jin had turned his head away. Could it be that my sister was too lazy to pay attention to me?

Zhenuo subconsciously looked at the field and almost sweared.

It turned out that when they first came up, all the Arab horses were wearing eye masks. Zhu Shan and the others could still control them. They were very elegant. When they arrived on the field, they were excited, Zhu Shan took off the eye mask.

It's so fun now. The Arabian horse has a lively personality and is very active. It's simply a husky among horses.

The sound of amazement, gongs and drums, and many companions surrounded them, and they suddenly became crazy. The big white horse that Zhu Shan was riding suddenly jumped up with his front legs and almost threw him to the ground. Zhu Shan desperately grabbed the reins and did not fall.

The action of the big white horse in the next second was beyond everyone's expectations. He went to the mount of Tiebing Taiji. The big black eyes were filled with excitement. Obviously, it took a look at Tiebing Taiji's horse and stretched its head and passed by. Tiebing Taiji was so scared that it quickly flashed back. It didn't matter if it was his flash, and the other Mongolian war horses all retreated.

More than a dozen Arab horses were like sharks smelling blood. They raised their necks and made an excited neighing sound. Under the leadership of the big white horse, they rushed directly towards the Mongolian war horses.

The audience on both sides were shocked. The guys who were so majestic that they were as majestic as a horse in the previous second, turned into a group of half-crazy people the next second. It was really a shocking thing. Where did they get the funny guys?

The layman laughed loudly, but the generals of the Ming army stared at the horses, their eyes glowing, and the old Shangshu Jiangdong laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth, and tears came out.

"Okay, what a great horse!"

Gao Gong was still a little confused, Tang Yi whispered beside him: "Zhongxuan Gong, these Arab horses are very lively and suitable for reproduction and survival. It is best to take them as their father."

Finally, he understood. Gao Gong looked weird and couldn't hold it out in the end, so he started to laugh.

Some people laugh, but some people cry.

The last trace of Zhenuo's fantasy was also shattered. These divine horses were not decorations, but stallions that could be truly used to reproduce. No doubt anymore. What my sister said might become a reality in the future. He squatted on the ground, holding his head in distress. Perhaps it was time to think about the future of his tribe members.

The people outside the field were all kinds of hearts, but Zhu Shan was only anxious. The ones he could have arrived early were these Arab Mavericks so nervous that he had to train carefully and stayed with them all day and night, making them smell like horse manure. As a result, when he arrived on the field, there was still chaos.

He tried his best and was soaked all over, so he grabbed the white horse. The other knights also controlled the horse one after another. Looking back, he had already run almost a mile away. The Mongolian knights were tilted over, and two of them broke their arms and could not continue to participate in the competition. The most amazing thing was that an Arab horse actually snatched a red horse over, with a proud look on his face and following behind his butt, making the owner look ashamed to see someone.

"Suqing, have you seen that if we had an Arabian cavalry and attacked the Mongols, we would not only not suffer any losses, but we could also kill them to overturn their horses and be vulnerable! Our firearms have already overwhelmed the Mongols' bows and arrows. As long as we fit four legs to our athletes, they could drive the Mongols to run around the world. From then on, the nine sides would rest assured. I would be so desperate that I could see this day!"

After Jiang Dong finished speaking, he coughed excitedly again.

Gao Gong's beard shivering excitedly. As a politician with great ambitions, who doesn't want to make achievements and expand territory? As long as the northern border problems are solved, they can save millions of military spending. With this amount of money, there are too many things that can be done.

The small war horse actually pried the court of the entire empire.

Gao Gong boasted of his talent, but he was also shocked by Tang Yi's eyes. Tang Yi seemed to feel Gao Gong's eyes and smiled, "Zhongxuan Gong, it's easy to know, but it's hard to do. After all, I don't have the great courage and determination of Zhongxuan Gong. Brother Ma Zheng can only start. As for how to develop, I have to ask my brother and Fangxi Gong to help."

Tang Yi talked about Ma Zheng on the surface, but in fact he comforted Gao Gong again and told him that although I could see it, I still want to do it, so we don’t have a conflict.

Gao Gong also nodded. His own advantages were clear. He narrowed his eyes proudly and smiled: "Okay, let's see if these lively big men are successful? Not to mention the silver-like gun tip!"

"Then let's wait and see!"

...

Finally, the two sides separated, and Tiebing Taiji's forehead also broke, making him grin.

"Hmph, despicable wise people, don't think that a few wild horses can beat us! You will only know after you have passed the victory or defeat!"

Accompanied by gunfire, more than a dozen horses galloped out together.

There are good horses from Shaanxi and Yansui towns, and the rest are folk contestants, but they are not the protagonists. The most attractive one is a tall black Arabian horse, and the number one knight under the Ironback Taiji.

After the gunshots, Zhaben rushed out first. But the Arabian horse was still hesitating.

It was indeed a Husky in the horse, and Tang Yi couldn't help but cover his face.

The knight on the horse was so scared that he was sweating all over. He thought that the first shot would not be fired, and he would not beat me to death with military sticks when he turned around!

"Ancestor, my ancestor! Run!"

The Arabian horse raised its head and looked vigilantly. Seeing the short horses running out, earth-shaking shouts sounded around it. It finally understood, suddenly raised its four hooves and rushed out quickly. In a blink of an eye, it surpassed three war horses in a row, like a black lightning bolt, constantly chasing, and the audience's eyes could not keep up with its speed.

"So fast!" Everyone exclaimed sincerely.

As the roar grew louder, the Arabian horse became more and more excited, as if he didn't know how to slow down. One mile or two mile, the horse of Zhaben had to suppress it and run down again, but if he couldn't reach the finish line, the horse would be exhausted.

Just as he was stunned, the Arabian horse rushed over and let out a long burst of excitement, and all the opponents were left far behind.

The end point, without any controversy, became the well-deserved king of speed! (~^~)
Chapter completed!