Botayun was in great pain, and it neighed agonizingly.
Scarlett hugged the horse, crying and humming a lullaby intermittently, "Flowers white as snow... may you be fragrant... forever in bloom... grow..."
First came the translucent amniotic sac, then the foal's legs.
Suddenly, the foal's body got stuck.
Winters had already exerted a lot of strength, but he couldn't use any more force.
The little foal's legs looked so fragile; even a bit more strength could hurt it.
"Push!" Major Ronald helped with his hands, shouting at the clumsy infantry officer, "Push harder! It can take it!"
Winters clenched his teeth and slowly increased the pressure.
"The head is out!" Major Ronald exclaimed with joy, "Push!"
First a small, delicate nose appeared, and then the foal's head gradually emerged from the birth canal.
Major Ronald methodically cleared the foal's nostrils, supporting its head and neck, assisting Winters in dragging it out.