Chapter 5: Pure Child (Three Trips)

During normal training, everyone was often abused by Ruyunlong. At this moment, seeing him being tied up by a mascot, how could it be that he would not be taken back? He immediately ignored the order of attacks and raised the sabre wrapped in cloth strips high, and pounced on him with a laugh. Everyone passed by the yellow horse and lightly pulled the sabre to his side, leaving a bright white mark on Ruyunlong's chest and back.

Zhao Tianlong struggled for two times and could not break free, so he simply gave up resistance. Every time he hit his body, he cooperated to let out a scream, as if he was really injured by a knife, and he might fall from the horse's back at any time. Now, Huang Piao horse was anxious. The poor beast could not tell the master's scream at all. He thought that Zhao Tianlong was really in danger, so he suddenly raised his front hooves high, exerting force at the hind legs and torso at the same time. With Zhao Tianlong on his back, he twisted a ninety-degree arc back. Then, without waiting for his front hooves to land, he opened his mouth and aimed at the war horse neck under Zhao Xiaoshuan's crotch.

"Xi Xi,..." Although the war horse under Zhao Xiaoshuan's crotch was also a good horse, he had never experienced such torture. He screamed in pain, kicked his four hooves, jumped back and forth, and threw the owner on his back to the ground, and threw the sieve in his hand at least half a foot away.

"Hahahaha,." The riders laughed kindly, and they didn't care about "taking revenge" for Zhao Tianlong. They jumped off their mounts and reached out to support Zhao Xiaoshuan. The junction dragon, who had escaped the constraints, untied the upper half of the mascot and threw it on the ground. They jumped off the mount, glanced at the opponent who was thrown into a blue face, and laughed and ridiculed: "I deserve it, who told you to be proud of me? I'm not that easy to take advantage of me."

Although he was a little ruthless, his movements rarely showed a little gentleness. He first pinched Zhao Xiaoshuan's shoulders, thighs and other joints that were easily injured, and then gently kicked the other person's butt, adding hatefully, "It should be fine and thick skin, so there should be no big problem. Go slowly by yourself and don't pretend to be pitiful on purpose."

"Brother,." Zhao Xiaoshuan's eyes immediately turned red, and he shouted in a hoarse voice.

Zhao Tianlong was stunned by the call, neither responded nor humiliated the other party as before. He pulled up the yellow horse and slowly walked out of the field, throwing Zhao Xiaoshuan among the crowd, tears flowing down his cheeks, old-fashioned.

Zhang Songling knew that the knot between the two Zhao brothers was not so easy to untie. He reached out and patted Zhao Xiaoshuan on the shoulder, and smiled and led the topic in other directions, "Wipe your face. We are the winners, and we have to thank the audience. If someone sees you with tears on your face, you will make a big joke."

"Yes." Zhao Xiaoshuan quickly wiped his face a few randomly, jumped onto the mount with Zhang Songling, reorganized the team, and then pulled into a long line to salute the audience outside the field. The vendors watching rarely watched a wonderful cavalry confrontation performance. Although the winner was not the most anticipated Jiyunlong, he still gave the applause and cheers without hesitation.

Amid the deafening cheers, Zhao Xiaoshuan's face slowly turned red again, just like a young boy who had just been recognized by the elders of the family. He was a little twisted in every move. The audience felt more interesting when they saw this scene, and threw more applause and cheers at him alone, shouting his name all the way until his figure was surrounded by his companions and slowly blended into one with the applause and cheers.

The last project was the transformation of the formation during formal clothing. The participants were all the cavalry of the Blackstone Guerrillas. This project was performed in nature and had no fierce confrontation, so it could only attract the interest of several cavalry experts, including Bai Yin. Most of the audience was still immersed in the previous simulated battle and discussed the wonderful scenes.

"I didn't expect that Ruyunlong would fail," said a traveling vendor wearing a black straw hat with a smile, but his words did not contain much regret, but instead showed a hint of excitement and curiosity.

"Fatty Zhang and Captain Xiao Zhao are also great heroes. Master Long can't defeat four hands with his fists, so it's not surprising that he loses." While packing up his flaws, he walked out with a smile. The performance is about to end. Taking a few steps earlier can avoid the crowding when the show ends in a while. When he is with others, he may have a little more choices.

Most vendors were holding the same thoughts, reluctantly retracting their eyes from the idols participating in the performances in the venue, and began to call on friends, "Old Xu, should you leave after lunch or leave immediately? I don't need to go elsewhere to receive goods this time, and I can accompany you to Zhangjiakou with you."

"I have all the things I need to bring back and can leave at any time. Don't stay here for lunch. Let's get on the road early. Maybe I can find a village to stay before dark." The vendor named Xu thought for a while and made a loud suggestion.

"I think so. I've eaten enough food these days, and I won't be able to stop eating this meal." Other vendors responded one after another and walked quickly towards the carriages they placed outside the market.

The guerrilla logistics personnel who had left behind had already stepped forward and helped them take out the vehicles and animals driving according to the license plates in their hands. The vendors were busy excitedly, putting harnesses on the animals, checking their feet, and re-bounding the goods. From time to time, they turned around and glanced at the beach to avoid missing the last wonderful things of today.

Soon, the lively bust returned to the market from outside the competition field. The caravans that had already set up in advance began to count the goods and heads for the last time. Before they had time to accompany them, or the vendors who had already disbanded due to the different time of the members' departure, they smiled and looked for familiar faces everywhere to get close to each other in order to join the latter team and return to the south. Some of them were eager to make money and were reluctant to leave now. They were preparing to go to the salt field of Yetezuo Banner of Wuqi to try their luck, to see if they could use their connections to approve some cleared fine salt and bath salt. Compared with leather, medicinal materials and other major road goods, the newly emerging salt products on the grassland have a wider sales and greater profitability. It is worth their efforts and take more risks.

"Boss Zhang, are you going to go to the salt field of Zuoqi to try your luck?" Among the vendors who are not in a hurry to leave, there is a big, wide-shouldered vendor who looks very popular. Almost every familiar face will stop and greet him when passing by.
Chapter completed!