The white deer runs at lightning speed. Viewed from behind, its four hooves almost seem to be flying, almost completely off the ground.
Yang Fan touched the horse's neck. These horses, one of a kind in a thousand, were already sweating profusely.
Yang Fan took the lead, followed closely by the others, and the cavalry of the brigade followed behind. They followed the White Deer King.
The white deer also began to run a little unsteadily. The mountains in the north were already very close. It understood that it could not escape pursuit on the grassland. Only when it entered the forest and the cavalry could not move easily could it have a chance to escape.
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Two hours passed, and the war horse could hardly run anymore.
Now that we have entered the mountainous area, the white deer is running hard along the valley. In the weather that has become cooler, the gas ejected from its mouth has turned into white mist.
At this time, the mountains block the afternoon sun and the temperature drops quickly.
This is what it looks like on the grassland. Once the sun goes down, the temperature can drop by more than ten degrees.
Suddenly the white deer stopped running and stood there blankly looking at the cliff in front of it.
This is a dead end. At the end of the valley is a cliff tens of feet high. There are also steep rocks on both sides. The white deer is not a goat and cannot climb mountains. It cannot climb up the cliff to escape.
It turned around uneasily, snorting white air from its nostrils, and kept pawing the ground with its four hooves, making threatening sounds. At the same time, it lowered its head and pointed its majestic antlers at the pursuers.
"Huh!" Yang Fan pulled the reins of the war horse and asked the horse to slow down and stop slowly. The war horse was also exhausted. If there was no road ahead, the white deer would probably have run away.
Yang Fan sat on the horse and looked at the legendary white deer carefully.
I couldn't help but admire in my heart, this deer is so beautiful, it is simply a product of heaven and earth. It is all white, without a single hair. It has a slender and graceful body, with an ethereal temperament. It is like a king standing there.
The war horse was panting, foaming at the mouth, and was recovering its strength.
Yang Fan stretched out his hand and stroked its neck to express comfort. When it calmed down a little and stopped panting, he took out soybeans fried in salt water from his pocket and fed it with his hands.
The white horse happily ate the soybeans and licked the palm of Yang Fan's hand with his rough tongue, expressing his intimacy with his master.
At this time, the subsequent cavalry also arrived one after another. An Sanxi was relieved when he saw that Yang Fan was safe.
"Sir, no one has ever captured this white deer. It's really God's will that it ran into a dead end and let you get it." An Sanxi said excitedly.
The white deer is a sacred animal in Mongolian legends. Obtaining a white deer is a good sign. The Mongolians will definitely think that the master has been cared for by the Immortal God.
At this time, Xiao Niangpi and Lin Yueru were also panting and felt it.
"Master, master, I'm exhausted. I feel like I'm going to lose my breath. This deer can run so well." Xiao Niangpi held her lower back with her hands and panted.
"Master, are you okay?" Lin Yueru also asked with concern. Her back was soaked with sweat from running. She was riding a horse at high speed. Because of the uneven terrain, she often stood in the stirrups and bowed forward.
Physically. In fact, not only the horses are very tired, but also the people cannot go there easily.
Yang Fan shook his head and said nothing.
At this time, many Mongolian cavalry were ready with lassoes and were ready to surround them on all sides.
The white deer immediately became nervous. Judging from its expression, it seemed that it would rather die than be captured by humans.
The terrifying huge antlers lowered and were pointed at these arrogant humans.
Yang Fan waved his hand and motioned for these people to retreat.
Yang Fan turned over and dismounted, stretched his muscles and began to unbutton his clothes. In the shock of the people around him, he took off his upper body and threw it aside.
The muscles all over his body were exposed.
As Yang Fan stayed in power for longer and longer, his prestige increased day by day. No one dared to disobey his orders. Everyone watched with worry and surprise as Yang Fan walked towards the white deer alone.
An Sanxi's heart was beating so hard that it was beating out of his chest. He didn't even dare to fight this white deer alone. The master was rich in gold, so how could he personally take risks?
He grabbed the bow and arrow without hesitation. Once the master was in danger, he would shoot the white deer immediately, even at the risk of being punished by the master.
Yang Fan didn't look back, but waved his hand from behind as if he had opened his eyes, signaling An Sanxi not to be nervous.
The white deer saw Yang Fan, shirtless, and walked towards him. It made a threatening sound, dug its hooves on the ground, lowered its head to gather strength, and kept shaking its huge antlers at Yang Fan.
Yang Fan remained unmoved and walked towards the white deer slowly and unhurriedly.
The atmosphere at the scene was so tense that it seemed to be freezing. Xiao Niangpi covered her mouth nervously. Lin Yueru also held her breath. She was afraid that there would be some movement and stimulate the white deer, causing it to attack the master.
The white deer watched more and more cavalry on the opposite side, its eyes gradually becoming firmer. It suddenly rushed down the small slope and went straight towards Yang Fan.
"Master, be careful!" An Sanxi immediately went to grab the bow and arrow, and Xiao Niangpi and Lin Yueru exclaimed.
At this time, Yang Fan held his breath and kept calm, circulating his energy and blood. Suddenly, he felt that there was silence between heaven and earth, and everything became extremely clear.
The lightning-like movements of the white deer also seemed to him to be in slow motion.
Yang Fan stretched out his right arm and placed one hand on the root of the antlers. At the same time, he took a lunge stance.
In the eyes of outsiders, it was just a blur before Yang Fan grasped the root of the antlers. Then the white deer rushed over and pushed Yang Fan back for more than ten meters. Yang Fan's leather boots pushed the sand, soil, and the growth on it away.
The grass drew a ditch.
Then the two sides reached a stalemate there.
The white deer tried its best, but it couldn't push Yang Fan any further.
Yang Fan's hands seemed to be made of steel, motionless.
The bones all over Yang Fan's body made a popping sound like fried beans, and his muscles swelled like balloons. His expression was ferocious.
Both sides are trying their best to overwhelm the other.
More and more people came behind, and they all looked at the old man and the white deer wrestling with dumbfounded eyes.
A quarter of an hour later, Bailu let out a cry, his legs went weak, and he knelt down with a pop. He foamed at the mouth and collapsed completely on the ground.
Yang Fan let go of his hand. There was a spasm all over his body and he was sweating like rain.
The scene was quiet for a moment, and suddenly, the cavalrymen burst into loud cheers. They shouted wildly, and the sound shook the whole place.
Lin Yueru watched with fascination, Yang Fan, who was shirtless, relaxed, sweating profusely, and his legs were still trembling, and his body was burning.
"Master, you are the best." Xiao Niangpi shouted loudly. Her eyes were filled with little stars.
Grinding the table, Zhang Luda, and Donutan quickly ran up, wiped the sweat off Yang Fan's upper body with a towel, and put some clothes on him. By this time, the sun had gone down and the cold air had come up.
If you don't get dressed quickly, you'll catch a cold.
