"It truly is a Blood-Sweating Horse—and a rare black Blood-Sweating Horse at that."
"The Wuzhui once ridden by the Hegemon-King of Western Chu was one of this kind."
"Come to think of it, you got lucky."
"It was found in the stables of Man Jier's general's residence."
"When I heard that you had lost your warhorse this time, I decided to bestow this horse upon you," Fu Youde said with a smile.
Looking at the tall warhorse before him, Zhu Ying's face also lit up with delight. He stepped forward and gently stroked it. The horse's entire body radiated a sense of power.
As a military general, it would be a lie to say he did not like warhorses.
All this time.
Zhu Ying had ridden only ordinary warhorses. From the Northern Frontier to Jincheng, he had already changed horses several times.
For one, his strength had grown, and ordinary warhorses simply could not bear it. For another, the horses themselves were not good enough.
But the horse before him.
A Blood-Sweating Horse—this truly was the finest among horses.
With it, Zhu Ying would be able to gallop across the battlefield and kill enemies all the better.
"Thank you, General Fu, for this generous gift."
"This subordinate will not stand on ceremony."
Zhu Ying immediately expressed his thanks.
A Blood-Sweating Horse—only a fool would refuse it.
"Haha, a fine horse for a hero."
"This horse was meant to be yours."
"But fine horses choose their masters. When this horse was found in the stables, the stablehand said that Man Jier had never managed to tame it. You must be careful," Fu Youde said with a smile.
"Then this subordinate will have to give it a try."
Zhu Ying smiled.
He directly took the reins from a soldier nearby and swung