Black Iron Crown

As the horse's movements gradually slowed down, Lumbare also dared to slowly straighten his waist.

In the end, the violent war horse was tamed by him and lowered his proud head.

Lumbare tapped his legs with the horse's belly lightly, and the horse under his crotch led him to a trot.

After being tamed, the war horse seemed much more docile, and no longer struggled. Driven by Lumbare, it slowly walked in front of Leiner.

Lumbare laughed and jumped off the horse, grinning and said to Reiner: "Brother, you should keep your word, right? Should this horse belong to me?"

"Of course!" Reiner smiled and said, "He's yours now!"

"Hey..." Lumbare happily stroked the horse's neck, and helped it smooth the messy mane that was caught before, pressed the horse's face down, and whispered close to its ear: "I will treat you well , you will be my good brother from tonight!"

"You should have a name..."

Lumbare pondered for a moment, then looked at the horse's bright black hair and the red spot on its head, and said, "Call it the Black Dragon! The Black Dragon on the battlefield! Lead me to victory!"

Reiner looked at Lumbare with a smile. For men, war horses and armor are their reliance on the battlefield. War horses in this era are no less alluring to men than luxury cars in later generations.

"A very good name! Correct it!" Reiner patted Lumbare on the shoulder, squinting his eyes and smiling.

"I...can I pick one too?" Little Wend enviously saw Lumbare stroking his horse affectionately, and asked Lalaina's sleeve hastily.

"Don't even think about it!"

Reiner flatly refused, and glanced at Sarang who was next to him with the same longing expression and said, "When you two can beat your Brother Lumbare, I will let each of you pick a horse like this!"

For these two children, Reiner is still not at ease.

Lumbare is also about to be seventeen years old this year, and his body is close to maturity. He can already put on a set of armor and ride the best horse to fight. This is a prerequisite for being canonized as a knight.

And these two children are still growing up, their combat experience is not rich, and they don't even get the title of knight. How could they manage such a violent war horse?

Both of their current mounts are more docile mares.

Male war horses simply cannot let them ride.

Lumbare couldn't help but chuckled when he heard Reiner's words, and then made a muscular gesture to the two children, saying: "It's too early for you to win me!"

Ignoring the loss of the two children, Leiner followed the groom and brought the three of them to another racecourse. The horses here were taller than the war horses Leiner had seen just now. Although they were not as tall as Shire horses, they were already Very shocked.

I saw that the limbs of these horses were thick and thick, especially the front chest and hind legs, which were covered with pieces of muscle. The overall body shape was short and thick, which looked quite bloated.

It is completely different from the black dragon with slender limbs, knotted chest muscles, and slender waist and abdomen that Lumbare is leading, and it looks quite powerful.

The groom pointed to these horses and said to Leiner: "My lord, these are the draft horses we produced this month. They have very strong endurance and load bearing capacity. Their forelimbs are well developed and they have extremely strong pulling ability. They are especially good at Long-distance travel is the transport horse we have cultivated, and a horse should be able to pull a four-ton carriage!"

Reiner nodded noncommittally, but in fact he was quite satisfied. Originally, he thought that the draft horses he bred were all skinny draft horses like those who played riding and hacking before.

As a result, looking at it now, this is still an extremely strong draft horse based on reality.

Seeing that Reiner didn't express any dissatisfaction, the groom led them to the next horse farm.

"Oh my God! This..." Looking at the group of horses in front of him, Wende couldn't help but exclaimed.

"This... is this a horse? Are you sure it's a horse? Isn't this a monster created by magic?" Wende asked the groom with his eyes widened.

Not only Wende, but the other two were also shocked, and even Leiner was shocked by such a strong horse.

"This is at least half a head taller than Sharma!" Reiner's shock was unbearable. He had seen pictures of Sharma many times before.

Although it was just a photo, seeing a strong adult foreigner so petite in front of Sharma, he couldn't help admiring Sharma's figure.

But now, he felt that standing in front of the horse was like a toddler, so insignificant.

This horse was at least 2.6 meters tall, with massive muscles all over its body, and the whole body was extremely thick. Lumbare's tall, strong and excellent war horse, Black Dragon, looked like a donkey in front of these horses.

"My lord, this is a workhorse we have bred. It has a part of the pedigree of a Sharma. After many times of breeding, they have reached this size!"

"Their height is between 2.4 and 2.6 meters, and their weight is about 900 to 1,100 kilograms. If they work hard, they should be able to reclaim 200 acres of arable land every day. If it is normal farming, it is probably the same number!"

The groom proudly introduced the workhorses in front of Leiner.

Lumbare looked at the plow horses in front of him, then at his own black dragon, and murmured, "This is no longer a horse..."

"Very good! Great job! I look forward to your output next month!"

With that said, Leiner took the three of them and left the intermediate racecourse.

It felt that the development speed of its own territory would be faster. At first, he had a headache about how to develop the agriculture of the territory, but now...he didn't think so anymore.

The output of this intermediate horse farm is 10 war horses, 50 draft horses and 80 work horses per month, which means that the annual output is 120 war horses, 600 draft horses, and 960 work horses. match……

This kind of output is enough to cope with the agricultural reclamation on the territory.

...

Time always flies by so fast that it takes a long time to pass without people noticing.

At this time, it was already May 15th in the 23rd year of the empire. The northern border, which had experienced severe cold for a long time, finally began to warm up. The snow gradually retreated under the shining sun, and only some hard bones were still struggling. .

Early spring has arrived.

The melting snow has turned the entire north into a slushy mess, but it has also brought enough moisture to farmland to support this year's farming.

Reiner had just returned from a small forest 20 kilometers outside Mecaron City. His body was covered in mud spots, and he looked in a state of distress, without the dignity of an earl at all.

"damn it!"

It slammed the whip on the table, and then threw the clothes on the ground. The two maids picked up the clothes without saying a word and prepared to wash them. They knew enough about their master, knowing that he was just I'm sulking, so I'm not afraid.

Ryan was very annoyed. In the muddy forest, he fell hard because of the mud, and his body was covered in muddy water. He looked in a state of embarrassment and at the same time exuded a stench...