บท 12: Chapter 12: Black Blade
"If you don't mind, you can try." Hoop Hoof said again, "Your strength should be able to subdue it."
Ma Shao looked at the black horse in front of him.
Apart from anything else, this horse is indeed very good-looking, with pure black and shiny hair. If it weren't lying down, it would definitely be visible among the herd of horses at a glance.
A handsome horse should be paired with a handsome man.
So he quickly decided to choose this dark horse.
He rubbed his hands together, then approached the black horse cautiously, bending down slightly and making a gesture as if to stroke it.
The black horse immediately became alert. Its tail no longer swung lazily, but it raised its head instead.
Seeing this, Ma Shao couldn't help but slow down his pace and walk lightly, thinking he was showing as much kindness as possible.
But the black horse was not moved at all. When he was about to get close to him, it immediately turned over, stood up quickly, and let out a series of low neighs.
"Hiss—hiss—"
Whether it is a horse, a person, or a monkey, they can all hear the warning in the neighing sound.
This is indeed a fierce and strong horse, even though it has been raised by the clan since it was a puppy.
Ma Shao realized that his attempt to show kindness was meaningless. Such a fierce horse could not be conquered by gentle means - unless the other party was a mare.
So he changed his strategy, stopped just before the dark horse and carefully observed its reaction.
The confrontation lasted for quite a long time, and the dark horse seemed to relax a little, or perhaps felt embarrassed.
Horses are social animals after all. In fact, most domesticated animals are social animals. With so many of its kind around, the black horse may have felt the concerned gazes of its kind.
It moved left and right.
Ma Shao immediately seized the opportunity, jumped up, instantly jumped onto the black horse's back, and hugged the horse's neck with both hands!
"Whew!" The black horse let out an angry cry, suddenly ran out, and swung its neck at the same time, trying to throw Ma Shao off its back.
Ma Shao naturally couldn't let it succeed, otherwise it would not only mean failure, but also a high possibility of injury.
He clamped his grip on the horse's belly and neck tightly, letting the black horse run wildly.
The black horse was running very fast, carrying him far away, and no one knew where it was going.
Tiaoti was worried about an accident, so he quickly jumped on his horse and chased after him. Soon, he and the man and horse in front of him disappeared from the tribe's sight...
"Hiss—hiss—whistle—"
The black horse galloped all the way, raising dust and neighing to the sky.
It can be seen that the black horse is very angry and has enough will to resist. It absolutely does not want anything to ride on its back.
It is a natural leader, the king among horses!
Every horse is three-quarters dragon, let alone a horse like this.
But as a reborn person, Ma Shao obviously does not think that he will be a mediocre guy in the future.
He also would not admit defeat and was determined to fight this horse king to the end, exhaust it and then conquer it!
Ma Shao's confidence was high, but not blind.
After all, human endurance is not weak, and he is still on horseback. The longer it drags on, the more favorable the situation will be for him.
The wrestling continued.
Tiaoti followed on horseback not far behind, paying attention to the movements ahead.
During this period, a problem suddenly caught Ma Shao's attention - the Indians had no stirrups.
He had rarely ridden a horse in the past, and when he did, it was only with the elders of the tribe. As a result, he had never noticed that this nomadic tribe, who were good at riding horses, did not have stirrups.
The reason for this, like many other problems, is probably mainly due to the shortage of metal products.
Fortunately, the Indians were good at horse riding. Although there were no horses in the native Americas, or they had long been extinct, after the colonists introduced horses from Eurasia to America, the Indians seemed to have awakened their racial talents and quickly evolved into a mature horse-riding nation.
The Indians rode on foreign war horses, held ancient stone tools, and fought against the white invaders in a punk manner...
The wrestling continues.
And it was already evening.
The afterglow of sunset gradually fades away, and darkness is about to rule half the world.
Ma Shao felt that his body had become stiff, especially the muscles in his arms and thighs, which were aching.
He had no doubt that if he got off the horse now, he would not be able to stand.
Of course, after a long period of running and fighting, the dark horse was not in good condition either. It was obviously almost exhausted, and its speed dropped significantly, almost like walking.
Tiaoti, who was following behind, could see that the outcome was about to be revealed.
Sure enough, after a while, the black horse finally couldn't hold on anymore. After staggering a few steps, it staggered and fell to the ground.
Ma Shao's limbs ached, and he could only adjust his posture to avoid being crushed by the horse, and then he fell to the ground as well.
A man and a horse, both lying on the ground, panting.
After a while, Ma Shaoxian 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: "Whee--"
Ma Shao took a deep breath and blew a loud whistle in response: "Swoosh--"
The whistle was sharp and loud. The dark horse obviously didn't expect him to have this trick. He was at a loss and could only neigh again: "Neigh--"
This time, Ma Shao put his hands together and pointed sword-like, then clasped four fingers on his lower lip. This action had the same effect on his whistle as the effect of the bronze bell on the landlady's Lion Roar in "Kung Fu".
Then he took another deep breath, exerting all his lung capacity, and blew out an unprecedentedly loud whistle.
"Beep!!" He felt as if a car horn sounded from his mouth. The sound was sharp, high-pitched, and loud... it could even be described as harsh. It immediately suppressed the momentum of the dark horse.
The black horse couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Ma Shao took a few steps forward and blew his whistle again with great momentum.
This went on for another two rounds, and finally, with a sharp whistle, the black horse lowered its proud head, signaling its surrender.
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, and this time the horse did not resist.
Hopping Hoof came over from not far away, smiling and somewhat envious: "Congratulations, you have won its respect... This is not easy! Fortunately, you have an unparalleled whistle, just like your father, or even better, and you are worthy of your name."
"I believe that in the near future, your whistle will be able to call your companions on the battlefield," he added.
Ma Shao smiled. He was also looking forward to such a day.
"Give him a new name," said Hoops. "I used to call him Blackie, but he obviously doesn't like that."
Ma Shao pondered for a while after hearing this, and said, "Well, let's call it... Black Blade."
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