The next day, Cheng Ling and others arrived at the competition grassland early.
Lan Feng raised his eyes and saw, "Hey guys, there are more than two thousand people participating in the competition, and they are almost catching up with an elite army of the Blue Mountain Tribe." He was unsure and couldn't help but ask: "Boy, there are so many contestants, are you sure you can win?"
Cheng Ling spread his hands and said, "I don't know either. I can't even figure out the rules now, Gale Horse? What on earth is this? I'm totally confused. But don't worry, have you seen it? There are more than two thousand Half of the people are from the Wind Chaser Tribe, and as a host, being so guarded and self-inflicted will definitely cause dissatisfaction among the other tribes."
Lan Feng thought about it and understood. In the Damu Conference, the warriors participating in the final competition must defeat at least ten opponents in a row, which is extremely difficult. There are no other tribes that have passed the examination, ranging from twenty to thirty people to only three to five people.
But there are too many people in the Zhuifeng tribe. More than a thousand people came out at once, which is obviously impossible. There must be many cronies of Sang Mo and perhaps Sang Tu mixed in among them. The two father and son have ulterior motives and both want to win the final victory.
At this time, Sang Tu saw Lan Feng and others, so he walked over and asked, "Chief Lan, why don't you see your daughters coming out to join in the fun?"
Lan Feng said: "They were too tired last night, so they rested in the tent."
Sang Tu secretly lamented that it was a pity, and hurriedly said: "Do you need the Chinese herbalist from the Xiahuo clan to visit?"
"It doesn't matter. My daughter is used to the nourishing liquid prepared by our pharmacist. She can rest for a few days!"
Sang Tu said no more and just expressed his feelings.
Cheng Ling glanced around, looking for any trace of the woman in white he had seen last night, but he couldn't find it after looking around. Then he asked: "Young Patriarch, I heard from the Patriarch last night that in addition to your two younger sisters, there was also a beauty participating in the selection. Have you ever seen her?"
Sang Tu said, "I've never seen this before. Why, is Brother Cheng interested in that beauty?"
"I'm just curious. By the way, what is this first competition like?"
"Haha, brother Cheng, don't worry, we will find out later. Are you participating on behalf of the Blue Mountain Tribe?"
"No, I represent the Shayuan Tribe, and these two are the representatives of the Blue Mountain Tribe." After speaking, he pointed at Xiong Tianling and Long Peng.
When Sangtu saw them, he said a few casual greetings and a few words about the situation, and then left and returned to his tribe's gathering point.
After waiting for less than half an hour, representatives from various tribes participating in the competition were almost in place before Sang Mo came to the rostrum surrounded by a group of guards.
He glanced at everyone with satisfaction and then said: "Welcome everyone to the Damu Grand Conference. There are more than a hundred tribes participating in this conference. And you are the best of each tribe. I wish you all good luck in the competition. Achieve good results. I won’t say any more than I need to say, let’s all work together!”
After he finished speaking, an old man hurriedly walked out from beside him and shouted: "The rules of the first competition are as follows: From the plain here to the southernmost part of the tribe, grab a command flag and then return the same way. Whoever is faster will win." Okay. Let’s all do our best!”
After the old man finished speaking, he closed his mouth.
Everyone was stunned, looking at each other, standing there dumbly, not knowing what to do. Only among the more than a thousand tribesmen of the Zhui Feng Tribe, whoever shouted, they all started running and bolted towards the south.
Only then did the contestants from the other tribes react. As they followed, they cursed in their hearts: What kind of bullshit conference is this? It’s so insidious. It doesn’t even explain the rules clearly.
Cheng Ling, Xiong Tianling, and Long Peng also followed behind the crowd.
Xiong Tianling and Long Peng wanted to speed up and catch up with the team in front, but they were stopped by Cheng Ling, who said, "Don't worry, there must be something fishy here based on Sang Mo's urine. Let's go first." Follow the rear of the large army and catch up after a while."
The two of them were quite convinced of him and had no objections, and slowly followed behind the large army.
After running for a while, everyone finally rushed out of the plain area where they started. Suddenly, there was a "tick-tick-tick" sound in the distance, and then the ground began to shake up and down.
They looked forward and saw beyond the horizon, first the heads appeared one by one, and then the necks and bodies appeared one by one, so dark that they could not see the edges at a glance.
It turned out to be tens of thousands of gale-force horses, with four hooves raised, rushing towards the crowd at extremely fast speeds.
The clansman who was the first to run to the front and chase the wind had already expected it. While dodging, they got on their horses and tried to tame them on the spot.
But the warriors of other tribes running in front of the second echelon were in trouble. They were not prepared at all. They were suddenly attacked by a huge group of horses. They were knocked and screamed in agony. Some unlucky ones were even trampled to death by the horses.
Long Peng took a breath and said, "Fortunately, the Great Protector had already predicted that so many gale-force horses would rush towards them, even if they didn't die, half of their lives would be taken away. These people from the Chasing Wind Tribe are too insidious. What should we do now?"
Cheng Ling gritted his teeth and said, "That's what the gale-force horse means. Have you seen those contestants from the Wind-Chasing Tribe? Let's follow the same example and take the opportunity to get on the horse's back and figure out how to tame the horse. This will also be helpful for the future races. help."
After all, Xiong Tianling was the young clan leader of the tribe, and he was much more familiar with horses than Cheng Ling and Long Peng. He pointed at the two horses in the group and shouted: "Great Protector, look at that horse that is red all over and has an extraordinarily tall body. It should be a rare horse." A good horse."
"There is another horse with a bit of brown hair. Brother Longpeng, I will leave that horse to you. We are too far apart at the start, so we must have an advantage in speed to win."
Cheng Ling nodded in appreciation and immediately rushed towards the red BMW. Although he has never had much contact with horses in either world, he still knows the basics of horse training.
He has lost his immortality and spiritual consciousness, but his physical strength has risen to the fourth level. He quietly came to the side of the red horse, saw the opportunity, rushed up, grabbed the brown hair around its neck, and got on the horse.
The red horse was in pain, but it didn't want to be easily tamed by Cheng Ling. It immediately kicked up its hooves and jumped up and down, trying to knock him off the horse. But Cheng Ling couldn't get what it wanted. He held its neck tightly with both hands like iron hoops and refused to let go no matter how it rolled up and down.
After being entangled like this for half an hour, the red horse gradually felt out of breath, and finally had no choice but to give in and stand motionless on the grassland.
Cheng Ling was overjoyed, knowing that the horse was convinced. He immediately relaxed and glanced over, discovering that both Xiong Tianling and Long Peng had tamed their good horses.
But the warriors of other tribes were in misery. Some were inspired by others and also found ways to tame horses, and some were chased by the horses and dodged around.
In just this round of impact, one-third of the more than a thousand warriors were injured, and several were trampled to death by horses.
Cheng Ling rolled his eyes and asked Xiong Tianling, "Can you control those horses?"
Xiong Tianling said: "There are too many, I'm afraid it will be difficult to control them all!"
"You don't need all of them, you just need to disperse some of them and rescue some of the contestants. Remember, while you disperse, tell them that it was the Wind Chaser tribe that caused so many casualties, do you understand?"
Xiong Tianling's eyes lit up and he said, "No problem!"
After saying that, he drove his good horse and chased the fleeing contestants. While helping to disperse the horses, he cursed and yelled: "The damn Wind Chaser tribe is so insidious. They even break the rules in order to win." Don’t make it clear.”
"Look, everyone, the warriors of their own tribe obviously got some inside information. They didn't panic in the face of the attack of the horses, so that they could take the opportunity to tame the horses. Isn't this a clear push to our death!"
Cheng Ling listened from a distance and couldn't help but nodded secretly. He didn't expect that this simple and honest man could act in one way. Could it be that he had been trained by the old man?
He took the opportunity to wink at Long Peng again and said, "Let's not be idle and spread the news while running."
Long Peng agreed and took the lead in chasing the contestants of the first echelon.
Cheng Ling remained calm and followed the team, heading south. This round of impact just now touched his inspiration.
The Zhui Feng Tribe has delicious water and grass, covers an extremely large area, and is surrounded by a steady stream of demon spirits. It is an excellent place to build a tribe. Originally, I only wanted to occupy a small part of it, but now it seems that I am very hopeful of annexing it in one fell swoop.
Another point is horse resources. From the previous round of attacks, it can be found that many tribes are not very familiar with horses, and there should be no cavalry. Their warfare methods still retain the original tribal form.
Even among the Wind Chasing Tribe, it has been observed that there are almost no cavalry present during this period. This is really a waste of nature. If such a good horse breed can be built into a fully-organized cavalry team, the vast land on the edge of the tribe will not be allowed to gallop.
The only regret is that my equestrian skills are not good and I don’t know how to guide training. However, if the Wind Chaser tribe can be conquered, with the first echelon of warriors, they may be able to find a leader to train equestrians.
He didn't believe it. He spent twelve hours a day eating, drinking, sleeping, and sleeping on horseback. After several years of training, he still couldn't train a strong cavalry team?
But being good at riding alone is not enough. With the matching saddles, horseshoes, and crossbows, the lethality of this unit can reach its peak.
Saddles and horseshoes are not the problem, the key is the crossbow arrows. When they first arrived at the Blue Mountain tribe, the aborigines were very good at archery, but the bows and arrows were too weak and not lethal enough.
The only thing that reminded him was the crossbow arrow designed in Canglan Continent. He didn't know if Lu Ping could forge it.
No, I will ask the old man to send people back immediately after the first competition. The saddle, horseshoes, and crossbow arrows will be refined at the same time. Make preparations first. As for the horses, we must also find a way to take away a batch to let the disciples of the battle hall get familiar with them first. .
Cheng Ling was thinking as he rode forward quickly on his horse. Xiong Tianling has a good vision, and he is indeed a rare good horse with extremely fast speed. It didn’t take long to pass many contestants and gradually rush to the back of the first echelon!
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