Battlefield Priest's Diary

Chapter 51 Horse Control
Poland is a traditional cavalry power, and the Polish Silver Wings were once the pinnacle of cavalry combat power in the era of cold weapons.

Before World War II, Poland maintained a large cavalry force, leading to the fabricated, absurd story about "cavalrymen cutting down tanks." (False)

After Poland regained its independence, its cavalry was largely disbanded, and by modern times only a small number of vanity units remained.

One of the professions is particularly distinctive – mounted police.

This is a profession that combines the functions of public security management and honor guard. Generally, it selects handsome young men over 180cm and tall young women over 175cm.

There are fewer than 200 mounted police officers in the three major cities of Poland, and even fewer women, probably less than 50.

And there is one right in front of me.

Looking at the girl's long, firm legs, he could tell she definitely had the looks and talent for this line of work.

"Are you a mounted police officer?" Qin Hao asked in Polish.

"Yes! That's me!" The girl instinctively straightened her chest and stood at attention, but then blushed slightly and said somewhat shyly, "Well, actually I'm still in my internship period, but I'll be a full-fledged employee soon."

Oh, so she's just an intern. No wonder she was so flustered.

"I'm sorry, Rosa is usually very well-behaved, I don't know what's wrong with her today." The long-legged girl apologized again, her youthful innocence evident on her face.
"Rosa? Is that the horse's name?"

"Yes, she's three years old this year, a good girl." The girl affectionately patted the white horse's head, then suddenly shouted, "Rosa! Stop! What have you been doing!"

It turned out that while the two were talking, Bai Ma lowered his head and ate all the sandwiches in Qin Hao's bag, bite by bite.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! Please don't worry! I will definitely make it up to you!" The girl kept apologizing while pulling on the white horse.

"Never mind, it's not important." Qin Hao waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.

“No, as a police officer, how can I let citizens suffer losses for no reason?” the girl said seriously.

"Although I'm not exactly a resident here, if you insist~" Qin Hao hesitated for a moment, then looked at the white horse in front of him and asked, "Could you help me find a training ground where I can learn horsemanship?"

The girl was taken aback. "You want to learn horseback riding?"

"Yes, I'm very interested."

"Oh, I see~" The girl tapped her chin with her slender fingers. "I know a place where the horse farm is open to the public, and the prices are reasonable. My colleagues often go there to practice."

"It'll be almost time for my shift to change. I'll take you there in a bit."

"Thank you. May I ask your name?"

“Xia Lu Vidian, you can just call me Vidian,” the girl said playfully, closing one eye.

An hour later, the trainee policewoman, now in plainclothes, led Qin Hao to a building on the outskirts of the city.

The horse farm is large and well-maintained. Even when you walk into the stables, the smell of horse manure isn't very strong, which shows that someone cleans it regularly.

After paying a fee and purchasing insurance, Qin Hao was led by staff to select a docile Mongolian horse.

Mongolian horses are known for their endurance, but they are relatively small in size, making them suitable for beginners. However, they look a bit ugly when they run.

But when Qin Hao mounted the horse again, he had a completely different feeling. He seemed to be developing a deeper understanding with the Mongolian horse; even his incomplete movements were understood by the small horse.

As he maneuvered the horse over an obstacle, the staff couldn't help but exclaim, "Amazing! I've never seen Mr. Qin learn so quickly. He doesn't seem like a novice at all. He's reached this level in just two days. It's as if he and his horse have been working together for a long time."

"It was just good luck." Qin Hao patted the Mongolian horse's head, took out a few beans from his hand, and the Mongolian horse licked his palm with its tongue.

Qin Hao roughly understood the principle behind this ability. He couldn't command animals at will from the beginning; rather, the longer he spent with the animals, the faster their level of understanding would increase.

The more intelligent the animal, the stronger its response to this feedback. If it's a bee, even if it stays nearby for a long time, it will at most circle around your finger.

If it's a highly intelligent animal like a horse, dog, or cat, after spending a lot of time with it, he can even use commands to direct it to do simple things.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
A dull sound came from the side, interrupting Qin Hao's thoughts.

In the distance, people wearing heavy armor were stabbing each other with wooden lances inside the fence; it looked very painful.

"What are they doing?" Qin Hao pointed in the direction the voice came from.

"The duel of knights with lances is a traditional event here," a staff member explained.

A lance duel is a game where two armored riders charge at each other on horseback, thrusting wooden lances at one another – a form of combat. Originally a traditional skill in knightly training, it is now a competitive and performative event.

"Can I try?" Qin Hao asked the person next to him.

The staff member hesitated, "Sir, although the wooden lance has been treated, it will still hurt a lot if you get stabbed by it when the horse is moving at high speed. And once the horse gets going, it's impossible to control the force."

"You're still a novice. You fell off your horse in a very disheveled and unsafe manner."

At this moment, Qin Hao was thinking about how he looked on horseback that night.

"Please let me try."

Qin Hao and his sparring partner were both wearing thick protective suits and holding specially made long spears. After maintaining a distance, they mounted their horses.

The opponent pulled out a Don horse, a small Mongolian horse that was 15 centimeters shorter than the Don horse, making them look like they were from completely different classes.

“This isn’t fair,” a female mounted police officer complained to the staff.

"This way, our riders can better control the pace and prevent Mr. Qin from getting injured," the staff explained.

Interestingly, Qin Hao discovered that the horse of the knight opposite him and his own Mongolian horse were actually neighbors of the stable next door.

The two stood facing each other on horseback. Qin Hao quietly bent down and stroked the mane of the Mongolian horse, then pointed to the tall Don horse and said, "That guy over there stole your beans and kicked over your trough. How about we gang up on him?"

Whether it understood what he meant or not, the Mongolian horse snorted heavily, its eyes turned slightly red, and its breathing became heavy.

The whistle blew!

Both sides charged at the same time. In Qin Hao's eyes, the enemy's figure grew larger and larger, and the lance that was thrusting at him somehow turned into the German's bayonet waving in front of his chest.

With his mind in turmoil, he slightly turned his upper body, and the other man's lance swept across his chest as he delivered it heavily with one hand!

At the same time, the Mongolian horse opened its mouth and bit the moving Don horse.

boom!
Wood chips were flying everywhere!
(End of this chapter)