Chapter 16 Wild Horse (3) Huaxia Book Network

  At this distance, let alone Liu Zhang sitting on an ordinary horse, even if he were to switch to Zhao Yun's jade lion horse, as long as the red horse doesn't stop, it would be difficult to catch up.

  Liu Zhang took a few steps forward, but had to stop and stare blankly ahead.

  On the horizon, a red horse galloped to the edge of the earth and suddenly stopped. With a loud neigh, its front hooves rose into the air. The long mane on its neck flew up, and under the sunset, its agile body was like a dragon or a python. In the huge crimson setting sun, in an instant, it was imprinted as a magnificent silhouette.

  The front hoof fell, and the red horse seemed to turn its head and glance back. Liu Zhang seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes were filled with a mocking color. Just as he was looking at it with a mixture of anger and disappointment, the red horse turned around again, transformed into a streak of light, leading the group of wild horses, and finally disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving no trace.

  Liu Zhang stared blankly, hesitated for a moment, and finally swallowed his saliva, turning back with a scowl. His gaze swept over the faces of Zhao Yun and the other two, seeing that they all had strange expressions, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes, humming heavily, turned his horse's head, and headed towards the Wudang tribe again.

  Zhao Yun and Zhang Liao, Gao Shun exchanged a glance, both seeing the suppressed smile in each other's eyes, let out a low chuckle, made eye contact, and hastily urged their horses to follow.

  After such a delay, the sky was already somewhat dark. In the deep autumn season, the days are getting shorter and shorter, and the feeling on the grassland is even stronger.

  Several people did not dare to delay any longer, each urging their horses to gallop quickly. Half a time later, when the last warmth of the setting sun had dissipated, in front of the four people, dozens of felt packages finally appeared.

  The felt packages were scattered all over the place, but they occupied a large area. In the wind, there was a faint sound of horses and cattle bleating, which came from behind the felt packages, in a large empty space surrounded by simple fences.

  In the dim light, it was vague inside, as if countless shadows were swaying. Some sheepskin bags also lit up with faint flames one after another.

  Liu Zhang halted his warhorse, gazing out for a long time. He nodded to several people and then they all urged on their mounts, heading straight for the tribe.

  The sudden sound of hooves echoed across the silent grassland, and just as they approached the tribe, they were already aware, and suddenly there was a great commotion. In an instant, countless torches were lit, and dozens of riders with knives and bows galloped out, forming a formation in front of the tribe.