At 100 years old, he joined the army in place of his granddaughter, and became a national war god.

Su Mu was standing in the open space of the fire station, watching Qin Hao train the horses.

The moment he saw Qin Hao thrown off his horse, he shook his head, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

Almost.

It was so close.

The Akhal-Teke horse is too wild; it cannot be tamed by brute force and skill alone.

You must understand its heart, follow its nature, and use gentleness to overcome strength.

Just as he was about to turn back to continue chopping wood, the ground began to shake, followed by the rapid sound of horses' hooves.

The Akhal-Teke horse was galloping wildly towards the direction of the cookhouse.

It was extremely fast, like a white arrow released from a bow.

Su Mu's pupils constricted sharply, utterly shocked.

Because it was rushing towards the very two large vats that he had just filled!

Those two large vats were filled with water, and it took him an hour and four arduous trips to fill them.

The fire station's daily water supply depends entirely on them.

If he gets knocked over by this beast, his whole morning's work will be for nothing.

We have to pick again.

Su Mu frowned deeply, thinking to himself, "Good heavens, BMW driver, don't do anything reckless! These two tanks of water are hard to carry, you better not knock them over!"

"Take a detour! Take a detour! There's hay over there, why don't you go eat some hay?"

The Akhal-Teke horse ignored everything and ran faster and faster, heading straight for the two large vats.

The pursuers behind it were still dozens of feet away and had no time to stop it.

Su Mu took a deep breath.

He knew that relying on others was too late; he had to do it himself.

He turned around, walked quickly to the pile of firewood, bent down and picked up two ropes, which were hemp ropes used for binding firewood, about the thickness of a thumb and very sturdy.

Then he ran towards the white horse that was galloping towards him.

The white horse drew closer and closer.

Su Mu stared at it intently, his eyes showing no fear or tension, but rather a firm resolve.

"You beast, don't you dare ruin all the work I've done this morning!"

In an instant, the Akhal-Teke horse charged right up to Su Mu.

He didn't flinch; his hunched body slumped slightly, each hand gripping a rope like a drawn bow.

Behind them, everyone saw this scene.

"That old man's gone mad!"

"He's got a death wish!"

"Get out of the way! You'll get trampled to death!"

Exclamations came from all directions.

Qin Hao had just gotten up from the ground when he looked up and saw this scene. His expression changed drastically: "Stop him! Stop him now!"

That's too late.

The Akhal-Teke horse had already charged up to Su Mu.

Its front hooves rose high and stomped down on the head of the Sumu.

"It's over!"

"That old man is going to be trampled to death!"

"Can he still dodge it?"

The surrounding soldiers gasped in surprise.

In this situation, Su Mu did not hide.

He pushed off the ground with both legs and his hunched body dodged to the side at an incredible angle.

The horse's hooves grazed his shoulder and slammed to the ground with a dull thud, sending dust flying and shaking the ground.

In that instant, Su Mu's withered hands lashed out simultaneously.

Two hemp ropes, like two nimble snakes, drew two graceful arcs in the air, perfectly looping around the neck of the Akhal-Teke horse.

The rope end was wrapped twice in the withered palm and locked tightly.

"You beast, stop right there!"

Su Mu let out a low roar, his hunched back suddenly tensed, his feet were firmly planted on the ground as if nailed, and he gripped the rope tightly with both hands and pulled back sharply.

The strength in his body erupted instantly at that moment.

The Akhal-Teke horse's neck snapped to the side, its front hooves left the ground, and its entire body was almost pulled sideways.

It let out a deafening neigh, kicked wildly with its hooves, kicked up dust, and dug four deep craters into the ground.

But Su Mu's hand remained motionless, as if cast in iron.

The hemp rope was taut and vibrated with a "buzzing" sound, as if it might break at any moment.

"Oh my god... he pulled the horse back?"

"That's an Akhal-Teke horse!"

"That arm strength is astonishing."

The soldiers stared wide-eyed, frozen in place as if under a spell.

Zhao Tieniu stood at the front of the crowd, his eyes wide like saucers, his mouth agape for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "My goodness...did the old man eat gall or drink tiger blood?"

Gu Changfeng remained silent.

His mind went blank, and his lips trembled slightly.

He was well-educated and considered himself knowledgeable, but what he saw before him was completely beyond his comprehension.

Su Mu did not engage in a physical contest with the Akhal-Teke.

He loosened the rope slightly in the direction the horse was struggling, and then tightened it again after the horse took two steps forward.

With a combination of loosening and tightening, pulling and guiding, the enraged Akhal-Teke horse involuntarily began to spin in circles under his guidance.

a circle.

Two laps.

Three laps.

It keeps turning slower and slower...

Qin Hao stood at the front of the crowd, his eyes fixed on Su Mu's hand.

His pupils contracted sharply; in that instant, he understood.

The old man wasn't racing against the horse's strength; he was using a rope to guide the horse's center of gravity, constantly depleting its power.

This isn't brute force; it's skill.

It's a technique that can only be mastered by taming countless horses and falling down countless times.

What did this old man do before? How did he come to have such abilities?

Who exactly is this old man?

The Akhal-Teke horse had completed its seventh lap, and its speed had noticeably slowed down.

Su Mu seized the opportunity, suddenly loosened the rope, and with his hunched body, he leaped forward, grabbed the horse's mane, braced his left foot against the horse's back, and with a thrust of his waist and abdomen, flipped himself onto the horse's back in mid-air.

The movements were fluid and graceful, without the slightest hesitation.

Mount up, sit firmly, and squeeze your legs together...

Su Mu bent over and leaned against the horse's back, loosening the mane with his hands and gently placing them on either side of the horse's neck.

Su Mu rose and fell on horseback, his body seemingly becoming one with the horse's breath.

Ma Yueqi, and he followed suit.

The horse fell, and he fell with it.

Seeing this scene, Qin Hao felt that this was not a rider training a horse, but a conversation with a Ferghana horse.

The soldiers went from fear to shock, and then from shock to fanaticism.

Some people started clapping, some started cheering, and some were so moved that tears welled up in their eyes.

"Keep it up, old man!"

"Taste it! Tame it!"

The Akhal-Teke horse finally slowed down.

It was breathing heavily through its nostrils, and white foam was dripping from the corners of its mouth.

The sweat on his body had turned a light red color and was dripping down his fur.

It no longer jumps, no longer kicks, no longer runs wildly.

It stood there, panting heavily, its four hooves trembling slightly, its head bowed, like a defeated general who had finally lowered his proud head.

Su Mu rode on its back and gently patted its neck.

The withered hand stroked the curve of the horse's neck slowly and gently, as if soothing a frightened child.

"Shh...shh..." He made a low, soothing sound, his voice hoarse yet gentle, "It's alright, it's alright, I won't hurt you."

The Akhal-Teke snorted, flicked its mane, and rubbed its nose against Su Mu's calf.

The fierce, dragon-like steed that Qin Hao, a seasoned general, couldn't tame just moments before, became as docile as a lamb in front of this white-haired, hunched-over centenarian.

All around was completely silent.

Pairs of eyes were fixed on the old man riding on the back of the Akhal-Teke horse.

Su Mu gently patted the horse's neck and dismounted.

Then he led the horse toward Qin Hao.

"General, this horse has a fiery temper and needs to be properly trained."

"However, once tamed, they will be a great asset to the general on the battlefield."

As he spoke, he handed the two hemp ropes used to tether the Akhal-Teke horse to Qin Hao.

"General, I must take my leave. There's still half a firewood left to chop."

After saying that, Su Mu turned and left.

Qin Hao stood still, without saying a word.

His eyes were fixed on the white-haired figure, his mind churning with thoughts.

He was one of the top riders in the Great Qian Dynasty, having trained countless horses and never submitted to anyone.

Today, he was convinced.

At the age of 100, he tamed a saddleless and unbridled Akhal-Teke horse with his bare hands; such horse-taming skills were beyond his own.

"Immediately send someone to investigate this old man's background."

"I must find out what kind of person he was when he was young!"