America 1881: They Call Me Legend

The taste of the biscuits is not good, especially if there is not much moisture to moisturize the mouth.

Chen Jianqiu had a terrible sleep that night. They chose a place leeward of the rocks and built a temporary camp so that they would not be killed by rocks blown by the wind in the middle of the night.

The temperature difference between morning and night in the mainland wilderness was huge, and despite the presence of a bonfire and a jacket, he still felt extremely cold. The birds pulled some nearby bushes that didn't look so prickly as a cushion, and the three of them took turns sleeping until dawn.

Then they discovered a more serious problem.

There is not much water left.

The horses were scared away last night and took away all the water bags, even those from their original Shire horse. Now they only have half a bag of water left in the hands of the birds.

"Boss, maybe we have to die here." Sean looked up at the sun above his head. He was worried.

"Are you regretting now that you didn't hold back the urine from last night?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at the worried black man with a playful smile on his face, "Don't worry, if you really can't, you can chew the grass on the ground."

Just in time, a gust of wind blew, and a few yellow tumbleweeds rolled merrily in front of them. The black man was teased and speechless, and his face, because of his skin color, could not see any change.

"Chen, look, there's someone in front of you." Feiniao led the horse and suddenly said to the two of them.

Chen Jianqiu looked around and saw a cloud of yellow sand rising up on the road not far away. A passerby was riding a horse, coming towards them along the main road.

Sean trotted onto the road, and Feiniao hurriedly followed behind. The two stopped in the middle of the road, waving their arms and shouting at the horse.

"Hey, stop!"

When the horse was about to approach, it first gradually slowed down, and then stopped about a hundred meters away from Sean and the others. The man on the horse seemed to observe it, then immediately turned the horse's head and ran away.

"Stop messing around." Chen Jianqiu led the horse over.

Based on the knowledge of the white people and the current appearance of the three of them, they probably regarded them as gangsters who cut off the road along the way.

"Let's hurry up and hurry up."

The three of them continued walking forward for a long time.

Suddenly, a herd of wild horses appeared in their field of vision.

The native wild horses in North America have long been extinct. Later, with the arrival of Europeans, many domestic horses were "released" to this continent, such as what happened to them last night.

Freedom is rare for any creature, so domestic horses turned into wild horses, and wild horses formed a new population.

"They seem to be drinking water," the flying bird said with sharp eyes.

"Let's go, get some water first."

The three of them walked towards the direction of the horses.

As Chen Jianqiu walked, he observed the situation in front of him. He also noticed the changes in the vegetation along the way. There was very little rainfall here every year. If there was really water in front of them, it meant that they were not far from the Green River.

But soon, his attention was attracted by a pure black horse among the horses. This horse looked taller than the other horses next to it.

As the distance got closer, he could gradually see the specific appearance of the horse. The horse's hair was black from top to bottom, and its strong muscles highlighted in the sunlight, which was intoxicating.

lines.

At this time, it finished drinking two mouthfuls of water, raised its head, and scratched the ground impatiently with its hooves.

"Feiniao, I have a question for you." Chen Jianqiu pulled Feiniao, who was still looking around, "How do you train a horse?"

Feiniao was a little confused: "First of all, you'd better approach the horse slowly when he is young..."

"What about the adult wild horses?" Chen Jianqiu interrupted him.

"The truth is, you have to let it recognize your ability and courage. Wait, you don't want to catch a wild horse now, do you?"

"Yes, I think that dark horse is good."

Asuka was a little surprised. He didn't have to learn how to tame a wild horse for several years. How could he manage it without breaking his butt a dozen times?

Although the Chinese man in front of him is very brave, the strong black horse in front of him is obviously the leader of the wild horse group. Even the most experienced cowboy may not be able to handle it.

"Chen, this doesn't seem to be easy..." Feiniao wanted to say something else.

"You guys wait here for me. If you need to eat or drink, I'll try it." Chen Jianqiu lowered his waist.

He hid in the bushes and cautiously approached the horses from the downwind direction.

But he still underestimated the vigilance of the wild horses. The black horse felt the movement, like a movie that had been paused suddenly pressed the play button, and rushed out like black lightning.

The horses that were drinking water just now also started running.

"Mount the horse!" Feiniao's voice came from behind Chen Jianqiu's head, and rushing up with the voice was Xiu Yin, Feiniao's mount, who was also galloping.

Chen Jianqiu took Feiniao's hand and turned over, jumping onto the horse.

Feiniao handed over a lasso and said, "Lay the horse's neck later."

Two people and one horse followed closely behind the horses.

A stone rock appeared in front, and the black horse changed its direction while advancing at high speed. Chen Jianqiu saw the opportunity and threw the lasso.

The black horse was not in a hurry, turned its head, and the noose was empty.

Xiu Yin also seemed to have lost his temper. He rushed forward as if he wanted to compete with the black horse. But after all, there were two more people on him, and the black horse suddenly increased his speed, and was instantly separated from the group of horses.

The distance between the two of them is getting bigger and bigger.

It didn't even use its full strength just now.

"We only have one chance!" Feiniao said to Chen Jianqiu, ignoring the dust blowing in his face.

The lasso behind him slowed down his breathing, focused his attention, judged the ups and downs of the black horse's body, and took action again with the lasso in his hand.

The speed of the lasso was faster than last time. The black horse tried to hide, but was trapped firmly.

It suddenly shook its head, and Chen Jianqiu, who was on the other end of the lasso, suddenly felt a huge drag force coming along the rope. His whole body was suddenly dragged off the horse's back.

This horse is so fierce.

Chen Jianqiu looked at the galloping horses behind the black horse and knew that if he fell to the ground, he would inevitably end up being dragged for hundreds of meters and then trampled to death by the horses.

He clamped Xiu Yin tightly with his legs, leaned out half of his body, tightened his waist and abdomen, and the veins in his arms popped out, twisting like a green dragon.

Feiniao whistled, and Xiu Yin used his strength to close the distance with the dark horse again.

When he was still half a body away from the black horse, Chen Jianqiu exerted his strength with his legs, jumped up, and rushed towards the black horse.

He held the rope with his left hand, slapped the black horse's butt with his right palm, twisted his body, and then landed firmly on the horse's back.

The black horse's butt hurt, and he spread his hooves and ran forward, leaving all the horses and birds behind in a blink of an eye. Chen Jianqiu clung tightly to the horse's back, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and grabbed the horse's mane to prevent himself from being hit.

Throw it down.

The black horse became even more furious. It twisted its body wildly, trying to throw off the man who was like a tarsal bone on its back.

A broken rock several meters wide appeared in front of him. The black horse strode forward, jumped high, and landed on the ground with a height difference of more than one meter lower than the broken rock.

Half of Chen Jianqiu's body was thrown high into the air. He tried hard to maintain his balance, but his butt was still thrown off the horse's back.

He held the horse's neck with one arm, and when the back half of his body landed on the ground, he touched the ground with one foot, like a dragonfly touching water, and lightly turned over onto the horse's back again.

The black horse was extremely agitated, running faster and faster, beads of sweat oozing from its black skin. And the man on his back was in no better condition. The man and the horse were stuck in a stalemate, galloping on the desert of the western plateau,

Heading westward towards the horizon where the setting sun is about to set.