Scarlett hurriedly knelt beside Botayun and gently stroked the horse's neck.

"It's okay, don't be afraid..." She comforted the horse and subconsciously hummed a childhood song: "Edelweiss, edelixirs, welcome me to bloom in the early morning; small but white, clean and bright..."

"Finished!" Ronald, with a calm face, suddenly shouted excitedly.

He gritted his teeth and dragged it hard.

As the major's body moved back little by little, a pair of small horse hooves extended from the cervix.

"Belt!" Ronald yelled.

Winters quickly untied his belt.

"And mine!"

The major's belt was also untied.

Ronald gasped: "Put it! Put it on the hoof!"

Two belts are tied to the foal's ankles.

"Turn hard! Use force in one direction! Don't break it!"

When Winters heard this, he wrapped his two belts around his hands, took a deep breath, and began to exert force.

The Bota cloud hurts very much, it roars in pain.

Scarlett cried and hugged the horse, humming a song intermittently: "The snow-like flowers... May you have fragrance... bloom forever... grow..."

First there is a translucent membrane, and then the legs of the foal.

Suddenly, the foal's body was stuck.

Winters has used a lot of power, but he cannot use more power.

The foal's legs look so fragile that even if it is a little stronger, it will hurt it.

"Try it!" Ronald helped out and shouted angrily at the clumsy infantry officer: "Try it! It can bear it!"

Winters gritted his teeth and slowly increased his strength.

"The head is revealed!" Ronald was extremely surprised: "Put hard!"

First there was a small nose tip, and then the foal's head gradually stretched out from the cervix.

Ronald methodically cleaned the foal's nose, held the foal's head and neck, and assisted Winters to drag it outward.

The foal opened his eyes and was wearing a light white space.

After the head and neck were extended out of the cervix, the pulling force feedback from the waist belt to Winters suddenly decreased.

The foal was dragged out of the mother's body smoothly.

With a "pop" sound, the foal's hind hooves also left the cervix.

The light white spacer and the red placenta also left Bota Cloud with the foal.

Botayun's abdomen collapsed, and it lay exhausted in the haystack, gasping.

"Success!" Scarlett kissed Botayun: "Success!"

"Is it alive?" Winters dared not look because the major said it was a foal and a stillbirth.

"Although still alive! Oh my God! Breathe!" Major Ronald pulled off his shirt and wiped his foal's nose, head and body: "Breathe! Breathe can live!"

The pale yellow amniotic fluid was stained on the major's uniform, but he didn't mind at all.

Winters quickly took off his shirt and handed it to the major.

The breathing of a child with strong luck is initially weak, slowly becomes strong, and his chest begins to rise and fall.

It is a gray and black, completely different from its gray father and pure white mother.

"You are so beautiful." Winters knelt beside the fortunate child, gently stroked its wet mane.

"What a big guy! The Holy Body is on!" Ronald wiped the foal's body ecstatically, muttering constantly: "What a big guy! No wonder the mare is difficult to give birth! It's so big

?God!"

He raised the hind legs of the foal and identified it carefully.

"It's still a small stallion!" Ronald laughed.

Scarlett burst into tears and blushed.

"Is the mare yours?" Ronald asked Winters.

"No...its father is my partner." Winters suddenly recalled the beautiful posture of running for the strong luck: "But it is gone."

Major Ronald stopped moving and said bitterly: "There is nothing to do. Give this little guy a name! Don't worry, it will definitely be a good war horse in the future."

"No!" Winters' eyes were filled with tears: "I hope he will never go to the battlefield."

The foal almost wanted to stand up as soon as it was left.

It blinked, stumbled and held up its knees, and fell down again.

Scarlett wanted to help the foal up.

Ronald stopped the girl: "Let it stand up on its own."

After several failures and repeated attempts, the son of Qiangyun finally supported his four legs.

Its legs are still very slender, but it is almost the same length as an adult horse.

Although it stood tremblingly, it finally stood tenaciously on the earth with its own strength.

Winters hugged Qiang's son.

The foal didn't know why the human in front of him was so gentle to him - it didn't even have the concept of human beings, it just felt that it liked the smell of "things" in front of him.

It gently licked Winters' cheek.

"I've figured out his name." Two tears slid across Winters' face: "His name is Changsheng."

...

Winters and Ronald, two tired men, sat side by side outside the stable.

Scarlett was in the stable and was helping Botayun feed Changsheng.

Major Ronald leaned against the wall, groped out a pipe and slowly pressed the tobacco leaves.

The smoke was pressed tightly, but he couldn't catch fire anyway - his hands were trembling and the scythe was not accurate.

Winters took the pipe and returned it to the tobacco leaves, which had been lit.

Ronald took a beautiful breath and slowly exhaled light fog: "What kind of line is its father?"

“Luciama.”

"Well, no wonder." Ronald smiled knowingly: "Don't look at it as a little dark horse now. When it grows up, it will fade and turn a little bit light gray."

"Um."

Ronald continued to smoke, and the two sat silently.

"Your battle was beautiful."

"Thanks."

“How long before we start preparing?”

Winters honestly replied: "More than a month ago, I went to Revodantan at that time."

"When did you see us as enemies?"

“Earlier.”

"No wonder." Ronald said with a smile: "No wonder you came to Revodan and didn't come to see me."

Winters smiled, too.

The two fell silent again.

Ronald smiled bitterly and said, "The saying of suppressing bandits is really underestimating you. You are qualified to use the word civil war.

I originally thought it was me who fired the first shot of the Xinkendi Civil War. But now, no matter how you count it, this first shot was fired by you.

But are you ready? Revodan, Maple Stone City, New Reclamation... and even the entire Paratu. Are you ready?"

"No." Winters shook his head: "But I will try my best to go."

Major Ronald exhaled a blue mist from his lungs. He pointed to the scattered smoke and said lightly: "The warmth at this moment is like this smoke, which will disappear in the blink of an eye. Civil war is very cruel, maybe

It’s even more cruel than you and my most terrifying imagination, take care of it.”

"I'm leaving." Major Ronald knocked the ashes on the wall: "When you meet again, you'll be alive and dead."

He stood up and walked towards the war horse.

Winters looked at the major's back and said, "Thank you for helping you today."

Ronald waved his hand without looking back and said, "Thank you for not killing today."
To be continued...