In this era, even in America, which would later dominate the world, industrialization and urbanization had only just begun. The entire California was still filled with the mannerism of the natural wilderness.
Galloping across the open field, Tang Zheng even saw some Indian Natives. They had brightly colored feathers in their hair and held primitive matchlock guns while chasing a herd of deer.
Riding a fine horse and leading eleven others, Tang Zheng charged forward grandly, causing passersby to stop and curiously scrutinize him.
After almost a day, Tang Zheng had already worn out six horses. Although he felt sorry for these steeds, there was no choice; every minute was precious to him now.
As a small town came into view, the mount under him was clearly unable to proceed. White foam was continuously flowing from the horse's mouth, and its run was becoming unsteady.
