1840Indian rebirth

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

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

Apart from anything else, this horse is indeed very good-looking, with pure black and shiny hair. If he were not lying down, he would definitely be visible among the horses at a glance.

A handsome horse should naturally be paired with a handsome man.

So he quickly decided to choose this dark horse.

He rubbed his hands, then cautiously approached the black horse, leaning down slightly and trying to caress it.

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

When the horse whistle saw this, he couldn't help but slow down his pace and move lightly, thinking that he was showing as much kindness as possible.

But the black horse did not move at all. When he was about to get close, he immediately turned over and stood up quickly, letting out a series of low neighing sounds.

"Hiss-hiss-"

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

This is indeed a fierce and strong horse, even though it has been raised by the clan since it was a child.

The horse whistle realized that the kindness he was trying to show was meaningless. Such a fierce and fierce horse could not be conquered by gentle methods-unless the other party was a mare.

So he changed his strategy, stopped just before he was close, and carefully observed the dark horse's reaction.

The confrontation lasted for a long time, and Dark Horse seemed to relax a little, perhaps because he felt 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 black horse may have felt the concerned eyes of its kind.

It moved from side to side.

The horse whistle immediately seized the opportunity, jumped up, instantly jumped on the back of the black horse, and hugged the horse's neck with both hands!

"Eh-" The black horse roared angrily and bolted forward, shaking its neck in an attempt to throw the whistle off its back.

Naturally, the horse whistle cannot be allowed to succeed, otherwise it will not only mean failure, but also a high possibility of injury.

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

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

Tiao Hoo was worried about an accident, so he quickly got on his horse and chased after him. After a while, he and the man and horse in front disappeared from the sight of the tribe...

"Hiss-hiss-ee-"

The black horse galloped all the way, causing dust to fly everywhere and its neighing shaking the sky.

It can be seen that the black horse is very angry and has enough will to resist. It will never want anything to ride on its back.

He is a born champion horse, the king among horses!

A horse is three parts a dragon, let alone such a steed.

But as a reborn person, Ma Shao obviously does not think that he will be a mediocre guy in the future.

He also will not admit defeat, and is determined to compete with the king of horses to the end, wear him down to exhaustion, and then conquer!

Ma Shao's confidence is very high, but he is not blind.

After all, human endurance is not weak, and he is still on horseback. The longer he delays, the more favorable the situation will be for him.

The wrestling continues.

Jumping Hoof followed on horseback not far behind, paying attention to what was going on ahead.

During this period, a problem attracted the attention of the horse whistle - the Indians did not have stirrups.

He had never ridden a horse much in the past. Occasionally, he would ride with the elders of the clan. As a result, he never noticed that this nomadic people who are good at riding horses did not have stirrups.

The reason must be the same as many other problems, which are mainly caused by the lack of metal products.

Fortunately, the Indians' equestrian skills are pretty good. Although there are no horses in the Americas, or they have long been extinct, after the colonists introduced horses from Eurasia to the Americas, the Indians seemed to have awakened their racial talents and rapidly evolved.

For the mature horseback nation.

The Indians were just like this, riding horses from a foreign continent, holding ancient stone tools, and fighting against the white invaders with a punk attitude...

The wrestling is still going on.

It was already evening, the afterglow of the setting sun was gradually dissipating, and darkness was about to rule half of the world.

The horse whistle felt that his body was stiff, especially the muscles in his arms and thighs, which were experiencing bursts of soreness. He had no doubt that as long as he got off the horse now, he would definitely not be able to stand.

However, after a long period of wild running and confrontation, the black horse's condition was not very good. It was obvious that he was almost exhausted and his speed was greatly reduced, almost as if he was walking.

Jumping Hoof, who was following behind, could see that the winner was about to be announced.

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

Ma Shao's limbs were sore that he could only adjust his posture to avoid being crushed by the horse, and then he also fell to the ground.

A man and a horse were all lying on the ground, panting.

After a while, the horse whistle struggled to get up from the ground, trying hard to keep himself standing, looking down at the black horse.

"Hiss—hiss—" Seeing this, the black horse immediately struggled to get up and stood up again, looking unwilling to be outdone.

Then it let out a powerful roar: "Eh-"

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

The whistle was sharp and loud, and Dark Horse obviously didn't expect that he had such a hand. He was suddenly at a loss and could only let out another whistle: "Eh-"

This time, the horse whistle held out the sword fingers with both hands, and then clasped the four fingers on the lower lip. This action has the same effect on the whistle as the bell in "Kung Fu" does the lion's roar skill.

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

"Beep!!" He felt as if a car whistle came from his mouth. The sound was sharp, high-pitched, loud... it could even be described as harsh, and it immediately suppressed the dark horse's momentum.

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

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

This went back and forth for two more times, and finally, amid the sharp whistle, the black horse lowered its proud head and issued a signal of submission.

Ma Shao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It's finally over.

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

Jumping Hoof came from a short distance away, with a smile and a bit of envy on his face: "Congratulations, you have won its respect. This is not easy. Fortunately, you have an unparalleled whistle, just like your father.

, even better, worthy of your name."

"I believe that in the near future, your whistle will also be able to call your partners on the battlefield." He added.

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

"Give it a new name." Jumping Hoof said, "I used to call it Little Heihei, but it obviously doesn't like this."

Mashao heard this and thought deeply. After a while, he said: "Well, let's call it... Black Front."