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Chapter 181 Astonishing Horse Speed

Junma Mountain, Chimukou.

A herd of large, dark Mongolian horses galloped from the opposite desert.

It was a grand and blatant display.

The soldiers guarding the pass were startled.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"Oh no! Oh no! The Tatar cavalry are breaking through the pass!"

"The musketeers are on standby. If they dare to cross the warning line, fire immediately!"

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The more than one hundred border troops guarding the pass were thrown into chaos.

The Tatars had never dared to break in like this in broad daylight before!
Does this mean they don't consider these people as combat power?

Only a few border soldiers on the watchtower figured it out through the binoculars.

"Don't rush to fire your guns, those people on horseback are wearing our cloth armor."

"Do you think this might be some kind of trick by the Tatars? They might be trying to deceive us with their cloth armor in order to open the pass?"

"If that's the case, wouldn't they be exposed as soon as they're asked for the password? The Tatars aren't stupid!"

"They're getting closer! There are only about ten people on their horses!"

"Stay calm, stay calm, don't light the beacon fires recklessly!"

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The crowd's emotions fluctuated wildly.

The twelve men rode their horses to the pass at Chimukou.

The deputy leader shouted at the gatekeepers, "Open the gate quickly! You are the Right Guard Battalion of the Night Raid!"

He speaks fluent, pure border town dialect.

The border troops guarding Chimu Pass were finally able to relax a little.

We'll stick to the rules.

The twelve men were made to drop their identification badges into the basket for inspection. Only after confirming that the badges matched the password for the month were they allowed to enter the prison.

Nearly a thousand tall horses passed through Chimu Pass, and judging from the saddles and other accessories, they belonged to the Tatars.

Even without the Right Guard Battalion explicitly stating it, it was clear that these were spoils of war.

The soldiers guarding the pass were green with envy.

Such a fine Mongolian horse could fetch at least thirty or forty taels of silver per horse at the mule and horse market in Huaiqing Prefecture.

If one had the ability to sell it to the Guanzhong Plain or Jiangnan region, it would be easy to fetch a high price of seventy or eighty taels of silver.

During the chaos of battle.

Such supplies as horses are priceless and unavailable!

Top-quality horses are never sold on the market.

Brothers, we've struck it rich! We've struck it rich!
Not only did they think this way, but even the guerrilla general in charge of the Right Guard Battalion believed so.

He even started counting the horses himself:
"Eight hundred and seventy-five, eight hundred and seventy-six, eight hundred and ninety-seven! A total of eight hundred and ninety-seven horses. Hahaha! Good, good, good! Well done!"

The curved swords, felt tents, and silver of the northern people were once considered rare and valuable items.
But all of these are utterly insignificant compared to a top-quality Mongolian horse.

During the several border trade seasons each autumn, it was impossible for the Tatar tribes to bring their best horses for trade.

Of the 897 horses currently in service, 80% are of the highest quality, and the lowest quality are of medium quality.

When they heard that these spoils were a reward from a marmot for saving Captain Gan's life, they were deeply moved.

Even the guerrilla general in charge of the Right Guard Battalion had to become superstitious.

He murmured, "There were rumors that the Jade-Faced Rakshasa was destined for great wealth, and it seems there's some truth to them!"

Even the marmots on the grasslands were eager to give her a reward when she first entered the grasslands!
How do you explain someone who isn't destined for great wealth?
In retrospect, he was quite prescient.

He had secured the mission for his subordinates to accompany Captain Gan.

The allocation of these horses is likely to trigger another storm.

The guerrilla general shrank back.

These horses will definitely be robbed by those guys from the cavalry and the Divine Machine Battalion. But no one can deny the Right Guard Battalion their share of the credit!
If Gan Mingfu and his team hadn't been in a hurry to return to the grasslands to continue their reconnaissance mission...

Xiong Zhen, the deputy commander in charge of border defense, wanted to summon them to find out what was going on.

In important border towns, from the general to the ordinary soldier, everyone coveted the finest Mongolian horses.
Three days later.

When Gan Mingfu and eleven sentries returned to the grassland.

From afar, one could see Gan Minglan riding on the back of a wild horse, followed by more than a dozen others.

They ran at lightning speed.

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, he was in front of everyone.

Born and raised in the border town, the sentries had naturally heard of the fame of the wild horses of the grasslands!

It is said that the creature is so fierce that even the Tatar warriors would find it difficult to tame.

Another crucial reason is that they run so fast and for so long that ordinary domestic horses simply cannot keep up with them!
But right now.

Why are these wild horses as docile as little donkeys in front of Captain Gan?

Gan Minglan: To be honest, we let them eat as much fresh and juicy dog ​​rice grass as they want, several times a day, and we even give them a fist-sized piece of maltose for their sweet-mouthed ones.

The entire herd of wild horses collectively underwent a second growth spurt.

His stamina has reached its peak.

With such food conditions, which wild horse wouldn't be confused?
Moreover.

In the past few days, she also caught several wild and unruly horses and beat them up several times, beating them quite severely.

One minute you've made the horse poop, the next you've let it pet and pinch you.

When wood-based abilities are used on them, they go from crying to moaning with pleasure.

She even healed the leg wound that the Wild Horse King had sustained when it was bitten by wolves.

Gan Minglan, through her strength, completely subdued the entire tribe of the Horse King!

She even led them into the Divine Tree Space to strengthen their master-servant relationship. Now, the wild horses are even more obsequious to her than to their horse king.

Besides horse training.

Gan Minglan also calculated the speed of the horse herd.

The lead wild horse, the King Horse, could run at speeds of up to 80 kilometers per hour in modern times.

Moreover, it can maintain this speed and run continuously for five or six hours without rest.

The other wild horses in its herd were about the same speed.

Even the slowest adult horse can run at a speed of 68 kilometers per hour.

On average, it is more than twice as fast as a top-quality Mongolian horse!

What does more than double mean?

A godsend for long-distance raids!
Anyone would be overjoyed to receive so many fine horses at once.

Let's look at the present.

The eleven knowledgeable sentries were so envious that their mouths were practically watering the grassland.

Only Gan Mingfu was unaware of just how precious these wild horses, which were not as robust and tall as the Mongolian horses they had just sent back, truly were.

The sentries were eager to give this scholar a thorough lesson on the legends of the wild horses of the grasslands.

What real man wouldn't want to ride a wild horse on the prairie?
Thinking about it is one thing, but actually riding it is another!

Heavens and earth!
Who will tell them?

Why should these wild horses, who are as docile as donkeys in front of the Jade-Faced Rakshasa, be treated differently?
Or is it gender discrimination?

One by one they mounted their horses, only to be thrown to the ground one after another.

"Puff."

"Ouch!"

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Seriously, my butt almost split in two!

If Captain Gan hadn't been there to keep things under control, he probably would have been thrown even harder.

(End of this chapter)