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Yes, My Mount Is Fierce – Part 03

The call was… safe. A teacher standing off the course held both arms straight out.

Apparently, it was fine even if the cavalry fell apart, as long as the rider didn’t touch the ground.

While all that went on, we caught up and reached the hurdles.

“Smash through them!” I shouted.

The guy in front, roll number three, understood immediately and nodded.

What a perceptive guy. I’d make sure to learn his name later.

At the hurdles, you got three choices: go over, go under, or knock them down and push through. If you couldn’t jump, then don’t jump.

We knocked the hurdle over, but its legs got in the way and the two in the back couldn’t move smoothly. I didn’t expect hurdles to be this brutal in a cavalry race.

We somehow forced our way past and moved on to the bread grab. This part should be easy. The bread was right in front of