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Chapter 147 Changing means of transportation(2/2)

They were originally raised by humans, and they came out after smelling them. Seeing that He Lingchuan and the others did not mean any harm, they stretched their heads to reach for the grass in his hand.

Compared with the military horses of the supporting army, the fur of these horses is not smooth enough and the legs are not long enough, but how can He Lingchuan have room for pickiness?

He divided the grass and fed the two tallest and strongest horses, and then asked Liandeng: "Can you ride a bare horse?"

These horses probably escaped during the flood, not to mention they were saddled and didn't even have bits on them.

Liandeng grinned: "No big deal!"

He Lingchuan did not dare to feed the horses any more wine, fearing that their legs would become weak after drinking too much, so he fed them two apples and spoke a few gentle words to calm them down, and the horses became docile.

Everything went surprisingly smoothly.

Behind the town, the villagers had dug a mountain road long ago, and now it was covered with vines and grass again. The two led their horses through the rugged gravel road, and then got on their horses.

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Pei Xinyong and Lu Yao rode side by side, with their respective subordinates behind them.

They had met at Langmyeongdong and diverted from here to a branch road, preparing to pursue the officers and soldiers.

There are many side roads on the Xishan Road. Why do you think the officers and soldiers escaped from here? It's very simple. The tracks of vehicles on the sandy ground are clear and consistent. It is obvious that many carriages carrying heavy objects passed here not long ago.

It’s on the shelves, it’s on the shelves, please give me a monthly pass, please give me a monthly pass!

From today on, the daily limit will be 4,000 words in two updates to 6,000 words in two updates. Be careful when adding updates.

Jiufang also wants to add more updates, and add more updates, but I am self-aware, and I am not a fast hand or a big touch. For me, only slow work can produce fine work...

Let's, ahem, figure it out slowly. Only by moving steadily can we go far.
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