Chapter 865 Skillful Sweat and Blood BMW

The soldiers brought concentrate fodder, drinking water, buckets and brushes for washing the horses.

Fusu personally carried the concentrate feed to the big stallion and let the big stallion enjoy it.

And then! He poured the drinking water into the trough and let the stallion enjoy it.

"Whew!"

The stallion neighed gratefully, and then eagerly began to eat.

It's true! Since it was "captured", it has not eaten such good feed.

Take a bite and take another sip of water, Nimadi! This treatment is much better than being a wild horse in the desert!

Fusu asked the soldiers to get him some hot water and mix it in cold water to turn the cold water into lukewarm water. And then! Wash the horse's body yourself.

Weird? The big stallion who usually doesn't let people get close to him is so well-behaved that he has something to do!

But! When others get close to it, it still has to resist.

It only accepts the "service" of Fusu, and does not want the service of others.

"Hey, hey! Do you know how to enjoy it? Do you know who he is? He is the prince of Fusu! Hey! Prince Fusu brushed your body? You? Seeing this, a soldier couldn't help but sigh.

Fusu brushed the big stallion very seriously, and suddenly! The big stallion is much more beautiful as if it were a different horse. No! Much more handsome!

This is a large slender stallion, a handsome man among horses.

It's not very old, it's just four or five years old.

The fur on the horse's back is thick, and the hair on the body is sparse. The complexion is ruddy and exudes youthful vitality.

"Prince Fusu! Look! This horse is bleeding! When a soldier saw this, he could not help but exclaim.

When Fusu heard this, he was startled.

But! When I looked at it, I couldn't help but smile.

Listening to the ancestors, this is not horse bleeding. But! Sweat and blood BMW.

The sweaty BMW is a horse from a certain country in the Western Regions, and is good at running. Legend! It can travel thousands of miles in a day and 800 miles in a night.

You can walk 1,800 miles a day and a night.

Of course! This means being in the desert, when there are no obstacles. In mountainous areas or where there are roadblocks, it can't walk so much.

"It's a bloody BMW!"

"Sweaty BMW?"

Fusu explained: "It's not blood, it's sweat!" Red sweat, sweat like blood! ”

"Khan? Red sweat? Sweat like blood? ”

"It's about their physique, it's about the food they eat. I eat reddish food, so the sweat that comes out is red, almost like blood. ”

"Oh?" When the soldiers heard this, they were skeptical.

But! I have to admire: Fusu Gongzi is really a cow! Everything!

"Don't believe it? Do you smell it, doesn't it smell bloody? ”

One soldier really didn't believe it, so he stepped forward and touched it with his hand, then put it under his nose and smelled it. Outcome! I really didn't smell blood.

"What? Sweaty BMW? Meng Tian heard that Fusu was tamed with sweat and blood, and he was so surprised that his mouth didn't close for a long time.

What does the sweaty BMW look like, he doesn't know? Because he has not seen it. But! He had heard that there was a kind of horse that sweated like blood, and it was very powerful.

This type of horse has particularly good endurance and is good at running in the desert.

And! This type of horse is large and slender, and can ride up to three people on horseback.

Of course! The rider will not be able to run fast.

If you ride one? It can surpass the war horse of the Qin State in seconds.

On the side of the Huns, such horses were often able to appear.

Unfortunately! This kind of Ma Tong human nature only recognizes his own master, not the living.

So! When the Qin army fought with the Huns, even if you killed the owner of the bloody horse, the bloody horse would not be convinced of you, and they would only run back to the station alone.

They don't know that their master is dead, and they just wait for their master to return.

If someone else wants to ride it, they have to conquer it first.

You can't conquer it, you can't ride it.

Peng Zhou is also the first time to see a bloody BMW.

After seeing the sweaty BMW, he was also surprised.

Born in the desert, Sweaty BMW is naturally good at running. So! The foals are all better than the war horses of the Qin State.

OK! This sweaty BMW was discovered by Fusu in time, otherwise! Such a BMW is wasted.

Although the sweaty BMW is naturally good at running, if it does not run and exercise for a long time, it is equivalent to scrapping.

Knowing that Fusu got a bloody BMW, Meng Tian wanted to see it. Considering that he wanted to give Fusu a horse, he had to endure it.

He was among them when the stallion was arrested. If it weren't for the joint efforts of him and a few powerful people, he wouldn't have been able to take it down.

I still have the impression, but I don't know if it's a bloody BMW. So! His curiosity was undiminished.

Because Fusu tamed the sweaty BMW, he did not immediately let him patrol the border.

Furthermore! Patrolling borders is not a simple task.

The first is to prepare grain and grass, and the second is to notify the nearest garrison. Three! Also be prepared to fight at any time.

Maybe! Halfway through, he encountered a small group of robbers on the Huns' side.

The border line is so long, who knows where the Huns sneaked in and robbed our Great Qin of their belongings?

Day 2! The patrol team set off.

Meng Tian didn't go to meet Prince Fusu, as if there was no prince.

But! When Fusu followed the group out on patrol, he still walked out of the tent and watched the team go away.

Although he does not hang Prince Fusu on the surface, if Prince Fusu is injured or dies in an accident in the military camp, he, the general, will be fully responsible.

When Fusu and his party were far away and out of sight, he returned to the army tent to change his clothes, put on his horse, and led the group to follow.

This is no joke! People come to the barracks for exercise, and training is the goal, not regardless of their life and death.

"General! The group of them ran wildly. ”

"Chase!" General Meng Tian waved his arm and ordered.

The patrol route is set, so don't worry about them getting lost.

Fusu rode a sweaty BMW to follow the patrol team, and everything was normal at first. But! Before he could go for a while, the sweaty BMW stopped doing it and sped up.

Maybe? The sweaty BMW has been holding back for too long, and today I finally returned to the desert and found the original feeling. So! I was particularly excited. As soon as he couldn't stop it, he ran wildly.

"Prince Fusu!"

"Prince Fusu!"

"Wait for us!"

But! No matter how they shouted, Fusu and Sweat and Blood just ignored them.

In desperation, everyone had to run desperately.

It's just a matter of one breath! Or rather! It was just a daytime affair, and I almost ran the usual distance for a few days.

Badly: Fusu and Khan Bloody BMW did not follow the prescribed distance, but believed in the horse.

To make matters worse: only a few of the people who followed, barely able to keep up. Others! All left behind.

If it weren't for the fact that Fusu didn't want to leave them behind, he would have only run farther.