The sixteen-year-old horse was no longer good for much.
If it were with the Han Family, with a skilled horse trainer it might have been possible to extend its service life, but in the hands of an ordinary child, it was no different from trash.
It wasn't clear if the horse could sense the crowd's sentiment, or if it itself had realized the age of the Hei Fengqi king.
What did being a king matter?
It was old after all.
The young and strong were the victors on the Battlefield!
The Battlefield belonged to them!
"Everything's ready."
With the examiner's shout, several people stood in front of their respective fire bridges.
In a sense, the Cavalry on either side had a bit of an advantage, affected only by one side, while the Cavalry in the center were caught between both sides, bearing the greatest impact on the horses.
Gu Jiao was on the third fire bridge, with a Geng Family expert on her left and another person riding a Hei Fengqi on her right.