Pei Min led Mosremasa all the way west.

The official road from Chang'an to Luoyang is vast and flat, straight forward, endless.

It is now the seventeenth day of the first lunar month and the last day of the Spring Festival.

There are very few pedestrians on the official road. In the past, groups of peddlers and pawns chose to accompany their families on this festive day.

Mosremasa has been leaving Arabia for more than half a year, and she misses the situation in her hometown.

Arabia spans the continents of Asia, Europe and Africa, but there is no neat and orderly official road like China. Most of them are boundless grasslands or Gobi deserts and even jungles with fine loess and fine sand. Most of them live along the coast, and their navigation is particularly developed due to their status.

Mosremasa usually lives in military camps far away from residents, located in grasslands or Gobi.

Racing horses on the grasslands and racing camels on the Gobi Desert is his favorite thing in daily life.

Now that the official road is neat and flat, there are few pedestrians, I feel excited and said, "Duke Pei, this man should whip and ride a horse and run around the world! But I don't know how you rode?"

Pei Min was stunned when he heard the translation, and understood what he meant, and smiled and said, "Want to compare?"

"Natural!" Mosremasa said: "I admit that swordsmanship is not as good as you, but riding, in Arabia, I can't find a few people who can beat me!"

Pei Min smiled and said, "Then let's go along this official road with two incense sticks as a deadline to see who will run faster and farther!"

Mosremasa has been to the Tang Dynasty for many days and also knows that the Tang people like to count the time they burn incense. One stick of incense is two quarters of an hour, and two sticks of incense is also half an hour.

Mosremasa's eyes lit up and said, "This competition is interesting! Running for half an hour in one go not only tests riding skills, but also tests the rider's understanding of the mount and the distribution of its physical strength. It's interesting, so interesting! Well, just two sticks of incense!"

Pei Min laughed in his heart. He didn't think so much, he just wanted to win.

Then he emphasized: "After all, this place is an official road, and there will inevitably be pedestrians coming and going. As a rider, if you can't avoid pedestrians and disturb pedestrians, you will lose."

"Yes!" Mosremasa ignited a fierce fighting spirit!

The two stood side by side, and the translator became the starting commander. At his command, Pei Min and Mosremasa rode together.

Pei Min and Mosremasa responded consistently, and their riding skills were both good.

But the gap is obvious. Pei Min was at a disadvantage at the beginning and lost a horse at the beginning.

It's not that riding is worse than horses, but the difference between horses.

Good horses in the West are the unchanging iron rule since ancient times.

In the past, in order to improve the quality of the Han Dynasty cavalry, Emperor Wu of Han even launched wars and plundered excellent horse breeds from the Western Regions to cultivate Hequ horses that were good at fighting.

For thousands of years, the Hequ horse has always been the first choice for Chinese cavalry. For this reason, Emperor Wu of Han has been a great success in his attack on the Western Regions.

However, Hequ horses are ultimately hybrids, and are always much inferior to those of Arabian horses.

Mosremasa's mount is the Akhaltekin Horse. As one of the three most famous thoroughbred horses in later generations, the Akhaltekin Horse also has a well-known name called the Sweat Blood Horse. It is produced in the Akhal Oasis between the Kopet Mountains in Turkmenistan and the Karakum Desert, and is now under the control of Arabia.

The biggest feature of a sweat-blooded horse is its fast and explosive power. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "traveling thousands of miles a day and eight hundred miles a day at night".

Later generations have calculated that it only takes one minute for a sweat-blooded BMW to run a thousand meters on the flat ground.

This is still a modern figure. In ancient times, the environment was harsh. The real wild horses did not grow up in the horse circle, but were accompanied by lions, hungry wolfs and jackals on the grassland, and had outstanding abilities.

Just one step to make the right judgment.

In just ten breaths, Mosremasa had surpassed Pei Min one horse.

Pei Min was not in a hurry and still rode Xiaolimao slowly.

But in just one quarter of an hour, Mosremasa has been ahead of more than fifty steps.

Looking back, Pei Min was just a little bit, and Mosremasa laughed proudly and finally won. Although he knew that this was not really his riding skills.

But if the horse is good, how can you blame him?

Thinking that there were three quarters of an hour left, Mosremasa also deliberately controlled the speed.

A sweat-blooded horse is known for its explosive power, which does not mean that it is not endurance enough. Compared with ordinary horse breeds, the endurance of a sweat-blooded horse is quite good.

Another quarter of an hour later, Mosremasa thought to himself, "It should be gone, right?"

When he looked back, his eyes couldn't help but glar. Before he knew it, Pei Min was approaching within thirty steps!

What's going on?

Mosremasa couldn't help but speed up until he pulled to fifty steps, and then he was proud to maintain the average.

Less than half a quarter of an hour, Mosremasa looked back again, holding the reins' hand, and couldn't help but shake: Pei Min was approaching twenty steps!

He wants to speed up!

But as the sound of horse hooves behind him became closer and closer, Pei Min actually accelerated with him, and the speed was faster than him.

Although the sweaty horse that had been running for most of the hour was not exhausted, I couldn't do it even if I wanted to maintain the explosive power and sprint power of the reason...

Gradually gradually!

Pei Min has already advanced alongside Mosremasa.

Pei Min smiled and said, "What men want is not fast, but lasting is the key!"

It’s a pity that Mosremasa couldn’t understand Pei Min’s words, and this pussy did not pretend to be successful.

As for the translator, they had already left the two of them behind.

Even if he couldn't understand what Pei Min was saying, Mosremasa knew that there would be nothing good to say, and he was nervous and nervous.

Pei Min had already overtaken Xiaolima, crossing Mosremasa, and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

The Ahaltekin Horse is indeed great, but how could Pei Min's Xiaolimao be used to be?

As the Ujumuqin horse, the most outstanding breed among Mongolian horses, Xiaolimao’s biggest feature is that it cannot run to death!

Its explosive power is not as fast as a sweat horse, but its endurance is three streets away from it!

Later Mongolian cavalry relied on the endurance of Mongolian horses to rampant the Eurasian continent...

The middle and long-distance running lasted for half an hour, the sweaty and bloody horse was not as good as the Mongolian horse...

From the beginning to the end, I was 50 steps ahead and achieved a perfect reversal!

Lost again!

Mosremasa was depressed, thinking that he was also a pride of heaven in Arabia, so why can’t he win in Chang'an?

The translation left them behind, and they were speechless and speechless.

However, the mood of the two was obvious.

Pei Min hummed happily: "I smile proudly, I smile proudly..."

The final result of their competition greatly shortened the time from Chang'an to Hangu Pass.

There are three Hangu Pass today, including two Hangu Pass in the Qin Dynasty and one of Hangu Pass in the Han Dynasty.

Their ultimate destination is the Hangu Pass closest to Chang'an, and it is also a crucial fortress that protects Chang'an.

Hangu Guanxi is located in the Plateau, facing Juejian to the east, Qinling to the south, and Yellow River to the north. It is one of the oldest city gates in ancient China!
Chapter completed!