Of course, he finally arranged a task for Gao Xianda.

"You will do your best to practice my career in the past two days! If you have time, go to the horse farm to practice horse riding. This time I will go to the battle, in addition to infantry, I will also recruit a cavalry to fight, and you will be guided by you. Although we have fewer horses, the cavalry is also very glorious. The Takeda family is famous all over the world with cavalry, and our Imakawa family's cavalry may not be bad!" Imakawa Yoshimoto said, "As the captain of the cavalry, if you can't even ride a horse well, it will be funny! If you live for me again, be careful to be as good as you!"

If Imakawa Yoshimoto told him about other skills, Gao Xianda might not be able to do it. But if he talks about riding a horse, he would probably not be his opponent if he stacked all of these cavalry together.

So although Gao Xianda did not refute, he still instinctively showed a disdainful expression on his face.

All of this expression was seen in Imakawa Yoshimoto.

Imakawa Yoshimoto said: "Do you have any comments?"

Gao Xianda hurriedly said, "I dare not. Please rest assured, lord. I will practice riding skills these days and promote the name of my Imakawa family cavalry!"

"This is almost the same. I tell you, no matter what, you must go! This is an order! If I find that you are slandering, I will deprive you of the power of your heirs and send you to the temple!" Imakawa Yoshimoto said.

Although Gao Xianda was not very interested in inheriting his name, he did not want to be a monk in the temple. Gao Xianda did not know that Japanese monks were different from Shaolin monks. In his opinion, having no hair was one aspect, and not being able to drink alcohol and eat meat and have sex was simply too painful.

He quickly and firmly said that he must study.

Seeing that Gao Xianda's own threat had worked, Imakawa nodded, "You go back."

After hearing this, Gao Xianda hurriedly stepped out. He didn't want to accidentally say anything to anger Imakawa Yoshimoto.

Imakawa Yoshimoto looked at Gao Xianda's departure back and sighed, "Silly son, you actually disdain for the cavalry? The cavalry is fast! If you win, you can rush over and grab the credit; if you fail, it is more convenient to escape!"

Although Imakawa Yoshimoto was very strict with Gao Xianda on the surface, he was actually quite concerned. He blamed him more because he was disappointed. This time, he arranged this team for his son's safety. But he had no idea that Gao Xianda was actually disdainful of this cavalry because he was good at riding horses.

On one hand, it was the father's order and on the other hand, it was the wife's begging, and Gao Xianda could easily make a decision. Because he felt the difficulty of this copy, he did not think that these ordinary soldiers could kill him in this copy.

Even if a famous general cut him with a samurai sword, it would not cause much harm to him. Even if he tied him up and put him in a pile of ordinary soldiers, these people would collectively stab him with bamboo guns for a day, Gao Xianda might not be able to die.

Mrs. Hayakawa was worried about his safety and did not let him disobey the order. So Gao Xianda comforted Mrs. Hayakawa and went out to study under the banner of his lord.

The horse farm is naturally also located in the town. If there is such a special place to walk horses, Gao Xianda always has to take a look.

"I want to learn riding." Gao Xianda explained his purpose to the owner.

Gao Xianda has become famous in the castle town these days. Everyone knows that this giant riding a tall horse is the son of the lord, His Highness Imagawa.

After all, it is rare for 1.8 meters to be a person, so the owner of the horse farmer knew who Gao Xianda was when he saw him. But he felt quite embarrassed. After all, Gao Xianda was tall and an ordinary Japanese horse was about the same size as a donkey. Even if he could carry him, Gao Xianda could probably step on the ground with his legs stretched out.

Gao Xianda said, "Boss, it doesn't matter. I have my own horse. Just teach me the techniques of riding and fighting." After hearing what Gao Xianda said, the owner of the horse farm led him into the field, where a special coach taught the technique of riding.

The coach was an old man. Although he was dressed very simply, he actually looked like an inner spirit. He looked like a very powerful person.

He seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, but just said to Gao Xianda: "You ride twice and I'll see."

"When will there be such a powerful person in Junfu Town?" Gao Xianda thought to himself.

He didn't dare to be careless. Since he was here to learn, he always had to lower his posture. He did not directly call out the fire clouds, but summoned the meat horse that was brought to the "Iron Saddle" leg armor. He said, "Please give me some advice." Then he rode the meat horse around the field.

The speed of this meat horse is not fast, similar to that of Gao Xianda who does not run at full speed. But even so, it is a meat horse on the grassland, taller than the Japanese meat horse and slightly faster.

Gao Xianda rode a meat horse around the horse farm. The coach had a smile in his eyes, but his face was still very strict, and said, "What's the name of what you are riding? It's slow and unstable at all."

Gao Xianda felt angry when he heard this and said, "Why do you speak like this? It's slow because this horse is like this, and you actually said I was riding unsteadily? Have I fallen off the horse?"

Since learning riding from Fei Yanggu, it was the first time that Gao Xianda was questioned about riding, and he was not angry.

The coach nodded and said, "You are not convinced by this. Then let's try it."

Gao Xianda said: "It's a competition. Are you afraid that you won't be able to do it? What are you going to compete?"

"You are a warrior, not a farmer who drives a car in the countryside. The purpose of riding a horse is not to see the scenery, but to stab the enemy off the horse." The old man said. Then he took out two long bamboo poles from the side. The top of the bamboo poles was wrapped in cotton cloth.

The old man handed a bamboo pole to Gao Xianda and said, "Let's go to the thorns immediately and see who will stab the other person out of the horse first."

Then the old man found a thick leather breastplate for him to put it on, and said, "Wear it, the horse has a great momentum, don't hurt you."

Gao Xianda said: "Why don't you wear it?"

The old man said, "I? No need."

Gao Xianda suddenly felt a sense of heroism, and laughed and said, "If you don't need it, I won't need it!"

"Good boy, don't cry out for pain then!" The old man said, and pulled out a horse. The horse was black all over, a little bigger than an ordinary horse. Although the old man was old, his body was quite light and he got on the horse with a slight slant. It seemed that anyone who loves horses would always have something to put in his hands.
Chapter completed!