The Night On the Shore
Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Let the soldiers of the same squad ride in one carriage. At least they can look after each other." Abel suggested.
"Okay." Devitt nodded and agreed.
The soldiers spread out and stopped in front of the stable that they liked to watch.
Every horse in the stable had beautiful, soft hair and strong tendons.
The fresh grass in the trough seemed to have been picked this morning, giving off a fresh smell of soil.
Claremont followed behind Devitt and walked through every stable. Looking at Devitt's focused expression, Claremont couldn't help but say, "Captain Devitt, do we need to pick for so long? We're just letting them pull us to the beach."
"All of the horses are different breeds, and they're all the best of the best," Devitt replied, "It's such a pity to be raised here to pull a carriage."
Claremont said with a laugh, "How do you know? What if they just want to stay here?"