Motorola, having abandoned his army and fled alone, had already escaped the search range of the Tianhuo Army and the Governor's Army.
He was now located between the Eastern Sayan Mountains and Lake Baikal. Gazing at the clear lake water, he dove in and enjoyed a refreshing bath.
Afterward, he took out a map, compared it with his location, and once he figured things out, he grinned.
Hiahiahiahia~~
"Just a little further and I'll reach the Kent Mountains. After that, it should be the Great Tang territory!"
My precious, wait for your Emperor to steal you~~
After some daydreaming, he put on his clothes, straddled his motorcycle, and set off towards the Kent Mountains in the south.
The Kent Mountains, also known as the Langjuxu Mountains!
After passing this, wouldn't he enter the Great Tang territory soon?
Having washed off the dust accumulated from his escape, the big motorcycle sped across the boundless grassland.
In less than two days, after circling the Langjuxu Mountains, a system prompt sounded in Motorola's mind.
*Ding! Host detected successful return to the embrace of the motherland. The "Boundless Love" mission is initiating~~*
*The "Boundless Love" mission has been initiated! This mission consists of 10,000 rounds. For each round completed, the host's penis will increase by 0.1 millimeters!*
*Failure penalty: Penis shrinks by 1 centimeter! Please, host, try your best!*
*Mission issued: At a distance of 431.3 meters ahead, a shepherd's mare is experiencing dystocia. Please, host, go and assist in the delivery!*
When Motorola heard the mission description, his entire mind was in a daze!
What did he mean by "return to the embrace of the motherland!"
This Emperor's motherland was still in the hands of those natives at this very moment!
The motherland of this Emperor was across the ocean!
*Ding! Mission deadline is 30 minutes. Please, host, depart immediately. Countdown begins!*
1800!
1799!
1798!
~~~
When Motorola saw the countdown, he didn't care about any motherland or not. He twisted the throttle to the maximum and quickly set off in the direction indicated by the mission tracker.
While on the road, he complained.
"I am the greatest IT programmer of the 21st century, and now I've been reduced to delivering foals for mares. Don't let me find out who wrote this cursed system, or I'll drown them in chrysanthemum tea! wa*p.kanshuwu.net"
*Screeeech~~~*
*Bang~~*
A sudden surge of high-voltage electricity made him instantly lose control of his motorcycle. The front wheel hit a rock, and the bike, traveling at eighty kilometers per hour, instantly became airborne, performed a 2600-degree aerial somersault, and then crashed to the ground.
"Aaaah~~"
"F**k~"
*Ptooey~*
Morolala landed headfirst, his upper body stuck in a pile of horse manure.
When he struggled to pull himself out, he first ran far away, all the while vomiting.
The scene was extremely uncomfortable~~
The system's voice sounded in his mind again: "Idiot! Remember, you owe me thirty thousand points now!"
"Also, a friendly reminder, you have less than twenty minutes left~~"
Motorola wanted to cry. He wiped the horse manure from his face and glanced at the motorcycle lying on the ground. The engine had fallen out!
He decisively retrieved another sidecar motorcycle from his spatial storage, straddled it, and continued on his way.
Following the system's guidance, he finally reached the mission location five minutes later.
Ahead was a horse farm, with more than a dozen herdsmen gathered around. From amidst them, occasional screams of a mare could be heard.
"Get out! Get out!"
"It's..."
Pushed to the side, a herdsman turned around, saw his appearance and attire, and immediately became angry. He kicked Motorola, sending him sprawling to the ground without hesitation.
"The mare is giving birth! Where did this son of a b*tch come from?"
"Don't they know that mares are most easily startled at this time?"
Motorola, clutching his stomach, got up from the ground, his face greenish, unsure if it was from anger or the color of the horse dung he had just come into contact with.
He glanced at the countdown; thirteen minutes remained. "kansh*u la"
Looking at the mission penalty, shrinking one centimeter at a time, how hateful!
"I only have two chances to fail!"
Gritting his teeth, he took out a few gold coins from his pocket and extended his palm to the herdsman.
"I am~~"
Before he could finish, he quickly switched to broken Chinese.
"Me, come for delivery!"
"You, quickly move aside!"
"Otherwise, the mare will die, die, die~~!"
The herdsmen looked at each other, then their gazes settled on the gold coins in his hand.
One of them cautiously took a coin. He looked at the horse manure on it with disgust. He turned his back, unfastened his clothes, and the next moment, the sound of rushing water was heard.
When he turned back, the horse manure on the gold coin had been washed off by Motorola.
The herdsman brought the gold coin to his lips. After thinking for a moment, he felt it was not quite right, so he handed it back to Motorola.
"Bite it and see!"
Motorola: "???"
"It's not okay to bite it just now? You still need to rinse it with urine before letting me bite it?"
"What kind of ghost operation is this!"
Looking at the gold coin, still dripping with yellow liquid and retaining some warmth, and hearing the countdown in his ears, Motorola had no choice but to take it. Pinching his nose, he bit an indentation into it.
"In this backward era, they can only identify gold by biting it. This is so insulting to my dignity!"
Upon seeing the clear teeth marks on the gold coin, the herdsmen's faces lit up with smiles, and they made way for him.
"Sir, please take your time~~"
Motorola excitedly passed through them and approached the mare in dystocia, completely oblivious to the lecherous expressions on the herdsmen's faces!
The mare's hindquarters were greatly distended, red and swollen!
Two hooves were visible at the back, but the foal's head was nowhere to be seen.
Motorola, who had just been congratulating himself on being one step away from completing the mission, was stunned by this situation.
Although he didn't know much about horses, he had heard that animals are usually born headfirst!
"What the hell, is this a breech birth?"
"System, great sir, please guide me, how to deal with this situation!"
*Splash~*
*Slap~*
As soon as he finished speaking, a book appeared out of thin air and fell at his feet. It was clearly titled "Postpartum Care for Mares."
Mare postpartum care, and in English too!
This was quite nice.
Motorola quickly flipped through the contents, finding the section on dystocia in mares and the corresponding solutions.