Surrounded by hundreds of horses, they can envelop thousands of people; spread out by thousands of horses, they can linger for hundreds of miles. They come like falling from the sky and go like shooting stars.
This is the power of cavalry. Hundreds of cavalry and thousands of cavalry have this kind of power.
What will happen to the thousands of soldiers? The dust and smoke are flying for miles, covering the sky and covering the sky.
In a horse farm twenty miles west of the capital of the Kingdom of Jin, tens of thousands of Turkic war horses were galloping wildly by hundreds of herdsmen waving long horse poles. The thick smoke raised blocked the sky for miles around the horse farm.
stand up.
It can be said that it has never seen the light of day.
Hu Jun rode his horse and a dozen Jin officials on the official road of the Jin Dynasty and galloped towards the horse farm outside the capital.
No matter how hard the Jin officials tried to whip their mounts on the butt, they still couldn't catch up with Hu Jun's mount. This was a typical example of bloodline suppression.
The title of "The Horse of Sweat, which travels thousands of miles a day and eight hundred miles at night" has been passed down for thousands of years and is still talked about by people who love horses. It is not just a false reputation.
That is a real title. If nothing else, the mounts guarded by the officials of the Jin Kingdom are all high-quality Turkic war horses. The bears are strong and strong, and they look taller and burlier than Hu Jun's mounts. However, they are still only among Hu Jun's mounts.
Eat dirt from behind.
The mare is also a bloody horse, the darling among horses.
"call"
When Hu Jun saw the gate of the racecourse, he pulled the reins of the horse, and the horse's hooves were raised high, and the horse's cry was emitting a cry of joy. He was obviously enjoying himself.
The roar of war horses sounded one after another behind Hu Jun. Hu Jun gently curved the corners of his mouth, turned over and dismounted, patted the horse's back, and the war horse walked independently towards the bank of a flowing river.
"Master Long, Master Song, Master Zheng, please."
Rondo turned over and dismounted and looked at Hu Jun with a slight frown. It was obviously the Jin Kingdom's horse farm, and he said that he and others should be invited in. Hu Jun's behavior was a bit pretentious.
Song He, an official from the Ma Zhengsi, gently tugged on the hem of Rondo's clothes to signal him not to be offended.
"Princess Huyan's sweat-blooded horse is indeed one of the best in a thousand, isn't it? It's too much for us war horses."
Hu Jun glanced at Song He indifferently: "Master Song, stop chatting and check the horses first. The transaction is completed. I have important things to do. I won't be delayed for a long time in the Kingdom of Jin. I believe in these adults."
Same thing."
"What the princess said is absolutely true. Please come in. I will guide the princess."
With a few jokes, Song He regained his home court status, making the other Jin officials nod with satisfaction and chuckle.
So what about the princess? She's not a little girl yet. She really thinks she can be arrogant if she has some intelligence.
The officials of the Kingdom of Jin did not notice that Hu Jun, who was walking in front, had a look of disdain on his face and murmured to himself: "Brother is right, what you should learn is not what you should learn, and your competitiveness and love of face are the true inheritance of the Han family.
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Hu Jun and a group of officials walked into the racecourse, and the rumble of horse hooves in the endless racecourse invaded everyone's ears.
A man will become decadent if he doesn't practice, and a horse will gain weight if he doesn't run.
The reason why the Turkic war horses were able to suppress the Great Dragon and the Jin Kingdom was because they had the right time and location. The grassland was a natural horse farm, with the sound of pasture and wind, and the vast area, which allowed the horses to gallop like the wind, without the restrictions of the other two countries.
The war horses produced are naturally strong and strong. It is a pity that the plump Heshuo grassland has been war-torn for a long time and has long been no longer the territory of the Han people. Otherwise, they would not be so behind the Turks and Turks in terms of war horses.
Hu Jun gently fanned the dust in front of him and took out a strange-looking musical instrument and put it in his mouth.
A melodious and majestic sound sounded, the sound of the horses' hooves in the racecourse gradually weakened, and the dust and smoke slowly dissipated.
A horse galloped towards the smoke and dust, and stopped steadily in front of a group of people. A man dressed as a Turk, with a long bow on his back and a scimitar on his waist, said: "Princess Zhebieshu."
"Commander Zhebie, there is no need to be polite, please get up."
"Thank you, princess."
"Commander Zhebie, these are the officials from the Kingdom of Jin who came to watch horses. Please let the horses roam around so that these adults can watch horses."
"Follow orders."
Zhebieshu retaliated with a punch and rode away.
"My lords, let your horse master work hard for a while."
Ronduosonghe looked at each other and nodded slightly. Songhe waved his hand, and fifty or sixty people walked out from behind and walked towards the inside of the racecourse.
"Princess, let's sit here and discuss the price. If we can settle it as soon as possible, you and I will feel at ease. What do you think, Princess?"
"Okay, this princess and Lord Long have the same ideas."
Immediately, someone spread a clean cloth on the floor and set up a clean table. A group of people sat on the floor and drank the warm wine.
Rondo put down his wine glass: "Princess, in fact, the Turks have traded with the Jin Kingdom so many times, so we naturally believe in your credibility. Horse training is just a process. I believe that these war horses are one of the best horses in a hundred, but the price is
Can't we coordinate a little bit?"
Hu Jun fiddled with the wine bottle in his hand: "Sir Long, the war horses of the Huyan tribe are in short supply no matter where they are. There is a price but no market. Because our two countries have had diplomatic relations for decades, the war horses traded with the Jin Kingdom are already at the lowest price.
Yes, Master Long is not clear about it, right?"
Song He also put down the wine glass in his hand: "Princess, the Grand Master has no doubts about your sincerity. In fact, the Jin Kingdom has spent too much to support the Dulu tribe in recent years, and the national treasury is difficult to support. If we continue to follow the past
The price is too high for our country, the Kingdom of Jin, to afford so many war horses. I hope the princess will understand our difficulties."
Hu Jun rubbed his fingers gently and raised his eyebrows: "Senior adults, please come up with a price first. How about this princess?"
Rondo stretched out his hand and indicated a price.
Hu Jun looked stern, and placed the wine bottle in his hand on the table with a bang: "Several adults, are you playing tricks on my princess when you see her young? This is an adult Turkic war horse, not a dragon dynasty
Those war horses are not ponies, and you really dare to open your mouth for eighty taels of silver."
"If the princess is dissatisfied, you can add some points appropriately. The most important thing in buying and selling is negotiation. The Jin Kingdom is asking for prices all over the sky, and the princess can pay back the money on arrival. A qualified price can always be negotiated."
Hu Jun stood up and said: "The Turkic war horses are worth around 150 taels of silver when sold to Dalong. They are sold to the Jin people for 100 taels for the reason that we support each other, but your price is 80 taels per horse."
By waiting for the war horse, aren’t they deceiving my Huyan tribe into being ignorant?”
"Princess, the price you mentioned is the price for smuggling to Dalong. If the Turkic war horse is traded normally, it will only cost about 120 taels of silver. How about 90 taels of silver? If it is more, there is really nothing the Jin Kingdom can do. The princess can only put these
The war horses are rushing back. It’s not that the Kingdom of Jin doesn’t want to be on good terms with your department, but it’s just that it’s too weak.”
Hu Jun looked at the officials of the Jin Kingdom coldly: "Are you threatening this princess?"
Rondo shook his head slightly: "Princess is joking, the transaction is one who is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. The Kingdom of Jin cannot afford so many war horses. Even if you force it on the Kingdom of Jin, the Kingdom of Jin still cannot eat it."
Song He also nodded in agreement: "Princess, what the grand master said is right. We have lowered the price of this batch of war horses. The next batch of war horses will be traded until the Jin Kingdom is rich, and the Jin Kingdom will make up the price difference for your department. What do you think, princess?"
"This princess wants to see His Majesty the Kingdom of Jin."
"Well, Your Majesty has so many things to do, and he really can't spare any time to meet the princess today."
Hu Jun put his hands behind his back and looked at the Jin officials domineeringly: "If the Emperor of Jin does not receive me, I will transport these horses to the northern territory of Dalong. One hundred and twenty taels should be in short supply. Trading,
You have to show some sincerity, love cannot be used as money."
The officials looked at each other, made eye contact, and nodded gently: "When the horse master comes back, we will enter the palace to meet the saint." ntent