My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 301: You must seize the opportunity given to you!

One lap is about one kilometer.

Moreover, it is a "chain box" shaped straight track with only two bends and no complicated route.

To a galloping horse, it's just a blink of an eye.

Therefore, the first row of horses that were running the fastest actually quickly turned behind the large, chaotic group and had to slow down immediately.

The two boys followed slowly, not far behind.

But the flesh and blood of a horse is very different.

This kind of wild race doesn't have so many rules where the slower runners have to pull over to the side to give way after laps.

But it also has its own set of rules and regulations.

That is, all horses passing by the main stand must hold up the lap number cloth in their hands to show that they have run the third lap, and then they can take the fourth lap number from the pole next to them at the end of the straight.

Showing off and being cool is very entertaining.

But in the eyes of Rang Weidong and Shitou Maoer, since this game is about winning or losing, only the winner has meaning.

Those are just psychological comforts after losing.

So every detail is repeatedly polished!

There is no such thing as divine power from heaven, just like all of Mao'er's skills are the result of him practicing in his hands all the time, even though he is just a thief.

They believe in this.

The biggest advantage is playing at home.

You can practice each step until you are familiar with it.

You’ll know when you run.

He scurried along the outer circle, avoiding the entangled group that was impossible to kill, and sped past the main stand without even glancing at the people holding up their numbers.

Then he put the number cloth in his hand into his bag, grabbed the fluttering cloth strip in mid-air without slowing down, and rushed to the next lap!
Several front-row runners were overtaken by two light-running latecomers at this stage.

The deafening cheers, shouts and curses from the stands were enough to shake off the glaciers on the distant snow-capped mountains.

Wei Dong laughed at this. "It's just like a relay race. Everyone's running speed is about the same. If you practice baton-passing techniques intensively, you can gain some advantages."

Yu Songhai also said something cryptic: "A little advantage here and there will add up to a big advantage."

He covered his mouth and talked more to his father-in-law and brother-in-law.

That's right, as the crowded army gradually spread out, it was like the high blood lipids blocking the blood vessels were being washed away.

The whole track is in chaos!
Those who fell off their horses, those who stumbled and fell to their knees, those who forgot to take their bibs and couldn't collect all twenty bibs, which meant they forfeited, those who were disoriented and ran in the wrong direction...

Just like when a real war breaks out, you realize that anything can happen.

The spectators in the stands were shouting, laughing, and swearing, and were even arguing with the nearby stands. If it weren't for the newly built railings, they would definitely rush down to the track to help.

It's even busier than the riders.

There are no staff, everything is self-service anyway.

At this time, you can see that there are five or six small teams of two or three horses, who are persevering in overcoming the obstacles on the track, fighting for position, accurately displaying numbers time and time again, and getting new numbers, and then becoming outstanding racers that have opened up a gap with ordinary racehorses.

Yu Songhai turned to Rang Weidong and gave him some pointers: "The group in front of Shitou and the others are from the provincial capital. The one next to them is my distant brother-in-law. The group behind them is from the mountainside, and behind them is from the front mountain... Once the competition becomes longer, it will be difficult for an individual to win by relying on a good horse or excellent riding skills. This is truly a test of foundation and teamwork."

Wei Dong also understood: "Shi Tou and the others often practice with your distant brother-in-law and his friends. Isn't this... a true reflection of the difficulty for children from poor families to succeed?"

Yu Songhai chuckled: "Okay, you can see this level now."

Continue chatting over there.

The two guys kept running along the outer lane, getting faster and faster, and soon entered the winning area!

Anyone with a little track awareness will habitually run along the inner circle.

But in fact, this racetrack is not very wide, and its narrow shape minimizes the difference between the inner and outer circles.

So even if the large army spreads out into a spindle shape, the outer path is still the relatively sparsest.

Weidong noticed that Mao'er was shouting from the side with a tin loudspeaker.

I guess few people understood what they were communicating.

Twenty laps may seem like a long time, but it actually went by very quickly. The bosses and followers on the main stand soon saw that the number cloth being held high for display had reached 12 or 13 laps.

There are fewer and fewer players on the field. Not only do they lose confidence in finishing the race after being left behind for two or three laps, but they also jump into the inner field to watch the fun.

Many people simply gave up after missing out on getting the number.

But there are also some people who occupy the track and are in a small team. They will raise the whip and beat people without hesitation!
Isn’t it funny? The place where all the scriptures are chanted and peace is actually the place with the strongest sense of hierarchy and the law of the jungle. If you lose, just get out of here and don’t get in the way.

Especially the family team that came from the provincial capital, with five or six horses, they fought with the momentum of thousands of troops.

They rushed, kicked, and whipped, and they drilled the inner circle through like a tunnel boring machine.

Those who were picked would leave the field in a hurry in shame, or go to the outer circle and try to run the whole course.

So by the fifteenth or sixteenth lap, the two little guys' horses were gradually squeezed into the inner circle, while the outer circle was already filled with various loose horses that had been trapped. Everyone stood up with bated breath, leaning forward to pay attention to these small teams sprinting in the inner circle!

Because it is obvious that after more than ten kilometers of high-speed sprint, the horses have begun to show signs of exhaustion.

There was a team on the mountainside that was following the first echelon. Suddenly, a blue horse let out a long whistle, fell to the ground, and threw the rider out with a tumbling motion!

The skilled man held on to his body with all his might and rolled over on the loose horse racing ground without getting seriously injured, but he still limped away in a hurry.

He didn't even care about his horse, which was foaming at the mouth and tense on the ground.

Then, as if a signal light had been turned on, horses from each team could not withstand the intensity and fell off the field one after another.

There was even an unlucky guy whose horse couldn't avoid the horse lying on the ground, and both the man and the horse were tripped and thrown away.

When the rider flew out, he was like a cannonball and fell heavily to the ground, motionless!
But even so, no one stopped it!
This is indeed a very tough group.

The shouts and cheers seemed to be squeezed out from the throat hoarsely, so manic!

Then, the two little horses became more and more energetic and began to overtake steadily!
What a joke! These burly men on horseback often weigh over 170 or 180 kilograms.

No matter how strong a horse is, its heart and lungs will not be able to bear it after sprinting for more than ten kilometers with such a heavy load on its back.

The two little ones were not even a fraction of their height, and they were riding in that half-squatting, spring-like style with their buttocks not even on the horse's back. They were floating on the horse's back like willow catkins and feathers, and the horse might not even feel its weight.

This naturally makes a world of difference in terms of physical exertion.

Even though there were some thin people in other teams, none of them were as big as these two kids who were about ten years old.

So by the eighteenth lap, Shitou had already protected his little nephew and rushed to the second group.

Even Yu Songhai's father-in-law's brother-in-law was left behind.

Only these two young men held on tightly to the group from the provincial capital and began to overtake them in parallel visibly!

The shouts from the entire circle of stands, as well as the shouts from the hillside behind, reached a fever pitch.

Then no one expected that one of the four or five horses on the other side suddenly slipped to the outside and kicked!
The whip in his hand went straight towards his nephew's head.

Yu Songhai's brother-in-law was so angry that he jumped up and started cursing.

After catching up with the laggards, it doesn't matter if you urge them to move aside and give way. This is the stage of sprinting side by side, and everyone is competing for the championship.

Why use such obviously despicable means?

But Shitou suddenly rushed forward and got in the middle to take the whip!
Then, I don’t know if the whip hit his head or the horse’s head, but the whole audience saw him being whipped, and either one part of the stands suddenly fell silent, or another part of the stands started cursing.

The little yellow horse that had been running effortlessly suddenly fell to the ground!

But the direction of collapse is towards the inner circle partition board.

Now he turned into a meat gate, and slammed the four or five opposing horses into a ball!
Yu Songhai and Rang Weidong couldn't help but jump up suddenly and grabbed each other's hands.

I know very well that Shitou did it on purpose!
He is really cruel despite his young age.

Since you have promised to help us win, you should block the way with your own body!
It's exactly the same as Shen Lao San who would expose his own hands when he disagreed with something.

Because he saw Mao'er in the distance, he was not panicked at all. He held the tin horn and continued to shout at the big red horse galloping past before running towards this side.

In the chaotic situation, the thin figure was also lying on the edge of the crowd.

Curled up motionless under the fence partition.

Weidong was so anxious that he started shaking, and he stood up and wanted to go down.

Yu Songhai held him back: "Don't move now, don't get involved, our identities are always different..."

Weidong finally remembered and raised the telephoto lens in his hand to his younger brother, his hands shaking.

As the adjustable lens locked onto the picture more and more clearly, he actually saw the fingers of the man holding his head, with his thieving eyes peeking outside!
This guy!
Wei Dong finally felt relieved.

Yu Songhai's brother-in-law had already rushed to the fence and shouted loudly!
The other stand should have been built in the provincial capital. It was quite noisy before, but now it is completely silent!

They are fierce and brutal, not cunning and treacherous. Besides, who would have thought that such a young boy would risk his life to crash into a bunch of horses?

There is no surveillance to watch video playback.

Almost everyone saw that their horse leaned out to deliberately block the whip, but ended up "knocking over" the opponent, causing this situation.

The other stands were already going wild with gloating.

This is the home turf of the county town here. No matter how powerful the provincial capital is, it is only a fraction of the strength it faces in all aspects.

Then everyone saw the two or three horses of the brother-in-law at the back, which had a chance to compete for the top three places, but they gave up the jump, came over, bent down, carefully picked up the stone, and handed it to the horse next to them who bent down to take it, and galloped out!

Let Weidong stand up and leave immediately.

Yu Songhai wanted to hold him back: "This moment is very important. Your brother is paying all this so that you can get what you deserve!"

Wei Dong thought to himself, "You don't know what kind of underworld temperament he has." He shook his head and said, "I've never been a big-game player. I'm just helping you and this situation. I believe you can do well."

At this time, Yu Songhai's little nephew, the son of his eldest brother-in-law, looked very imposing as a third-generation leader, and rushed across the finish line far ahead!
The whole audience erupted in thunderous cheers.

Obviously emotional.

(End of this chapter)