Red Cloud took small, quick steps, running unhurried along the river at the foot of the hill.
When tired, Yang Zhenshan would let it stop to drink water and eat grass, while also taking the opportunity to add a little Spiritual Spring Water.
To Red Cloud, Yang Zhenshan showed more affection and care than even for his adopted sons, meticulous in every way.
"Little Red! When you're on the battlefield, you must not desert!"
"If I'm seriously injured, you must carry me back!"
While brushing Red Cloud's coat, Yang Zhenshan prattled on.
Having joined the military, he was bound to face the battlefield eventually.
Once on the battlefield, it would be a matter of life and death.
Yang Zhenshan, being mortal, felt some concern and fear facing the blood-drenched battlefield.
He was well aware that Red Cloud was his most important partner; a man and his horse truly fought shoulder to shoulder, sharing fate together.