When the second lap came around, some of the horses behind could no longer "walk", some jumped up, some ran, and were punished by more than half. There were two or three "walking" horses that cramped, their legs came together, they tripped and fell on the grass, and the riders on the horses were thrown back.
The competition for the top three is getting more and more intense. On the third lap, the first horse head exposed from the hill turned out to be old Harim's curly white hair. The No. 2 and No. 3 behind are also following closely, and they are five or six meters away, and they have two horses.
The rider behind was a little anxious. They pulled out their whips and slapped them on the horse's back, "Drive! Catch up with me, and you won't get first place. I'll skin your horses at night!"
The two horses in the back were beaten and screamed "ßÔßÔ". When they were anxious, they "ran" with two kicks.
The referee on the sidelines saw them, and was just about to blow their whistle and wave their flags to send them off. The assistant next to him reminded him: That is the horse of the new prince, how dare you
Hearing this, the referee put down his flag-waving hand, and saw that the two horses behind were about to overtake.
Old Harim took two puffs of dry tobacco, patted the horse's neck, and said to Curly Bai in a hoarse voice, "Old Bai, it's up to you!"
The old man Harim raised his palm and saw the blood on the palm. It turned out that it was a bloody horse. When the horse exerted its foot strength to the extreme, the blood vessels under the neck burst open, and the skin was sweating like blood.
Curly Maobai neighed like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring. He swaggered out like a "horse stepping on a flying swallow", and finally reached the finish line first by a distance of one body in second place. Excitedly, one of its "renli" front legs jumped into the air, and stayed in midair for more than ten seconds.
Then, with a bang, he fell to the ground and died instantly. This old horse used the last battle of his life to defend its honor as "Pegasus".
The referee awarded the medal to Old Harimu. With tears in his eyes, the old Harimu hung the gold medal on the horse's head, gently stroked its eyelids, and made it close its eyes.
When Chen Erdan and others came over from the banner, they couldn't help sighing when they saw the sacrifice of Tianma Curly and Bai, and couldn't help but think of two ancient poems: "Old man stands on the ground, and his ambition is a thousand miles away." Dead man in his twilight years, full of ambition!
Everyone used a car to transport Curly White's body back to the camp, and waited for time to cremate it.
The next competition is long-distance racing. That is, a race of speed. Harimu looked at the horses he had brought, and found that none of them could compete, so he could only give up this round first.
Not surprisingly, at the end of the racing competition, the riders of the Unig Right League won the top three places, and they proudly stood in front of the rostrum to receive the award, showing off their medals.
Hei Niu was not convinced: "This, this, this is unfair. They have taken all the best pastures, and we don't even have enough pasture for sheep. How can we afford horses!"
Old Harimu sighed and told him not to say anything more.
Soon came the third game, which was also the most enthusiastic "goat picking" game that everyone was looking forward to.
The rule is to circle a hunting ground with stones on the river beach and put a few rams in it. Riders ride horses to catch sheep, and the rider who catches the most wins.
This one seems to be dead again, even for ordinary racing, the Zuomeng has been unable to find a decent horse race, let alone participate in this fierce confrontation "goat" competition. You know, it's not just about seeing sheep catching, it's about competing and scrambling among riders, no less than a real battle.
Old Harim had no choice but to abstain.
At this time, Erdan Chen stood up: "Why don't I sign up and try."
Harimu looked at him: "How do you sign up? Do you have a horse?"
Chen Erdan pushed his motorcycle over with a smile: "There is a horse, but mine is still an iron horse."
This is okay too? Old Harim didn't know if he was joking.
Chen Erdan didn't say anything more, rode his motorcycle, twisted the accelerator, and ran to the registration office with a buzz: "I want to participate in the sheep picking competition."
The inspector didn't look at it carefully, and wrote his name directly, and recorded his tribe. When he took the number cloth and tied it to his horse's back, he realized that he had pushed a motorcycle.
The people around laughed: "What kind of horse are you? Can this race?"
Chen Erdan introduced seriously: "Why can't you participate in the competition? You are riding a horse, am I not riding a horse? Let me tell you, this is an authentic domestic BMW off-road motorcycle, a two-cylinder water-cooled small iron horse. , your horses eat grass, and my horses drink gasoline. However, you didn¡¯t say that horses that drink gasoline cannot compete, did you?¡±
?The examiner couldn¡¯t agree with him, so he had to take him to the rostrum for arbitration: "Chairman, you?, he wants to ride this thing to participate in the competition"
In fact, the inspection point is not far from the rostrum. When Chen Erdan came over on his motorcycle, he was spotted by Huangfu Shaohua who was in the dark. Brother, look, that person is Chen Erdan, who broke my important affairs several times in the capital, and now he ran to the grassland to make trouble."
oh? When Wunige heard that he was Chen Erdan, he set up a pergola and looked down at the inspection office. After looking at it twice, I couldn't help shaking my head: "I thought he was a three-headed and six-armed hero, and he looked very ordinary. What is he doing there?"
Soon the inspector brought Chen Erdan to the rostrum and said that he wanted to sign up for the competition. Wunige also found it novel, but he rolled his eyes and said straightforwardly: "I think what this gentleman said is reasonable. A horse that eats grass is a horse, and an iron horse that eats oil is also a horse. Since he is willing to compete, then Just give him a number and prepare to participate in the following sheep picking competition, and let us all open our eyes."
Chen Erdan went down to get the bib number, and the old man Harimu came to tell him some rules and precautions of the sheep picking competition. Here, Unig quietly called Huangfu Shaohua over, whispered in his ear for a while, and the latter also left in a hurry.
A clearing was surrounded by stones on the edge of the river beach, about the size of four or five football fields, and ten rams were released in it. They didn't know what was going to happen next, they bleated, and ran and jumped on the edge of the river beach Going, gnawing on the grass.
Ten riders were ready. They reined in their horses at the exit and listened to the orders. Nine tall horses kicked their hooves and snorted. There is also a motorcycle, which also starts. Erdan Chen twisted the gas pedal, buzz, buzz - as imposing as the horse racing next to him. It's just that he is much shorter in stature. He is riding on a motorcycle, and the top of his head has just reached the height of a rider's saddle.
A gunshot, the game began.
As soon as the fence at the exit was opened, nine horses and a motorcycle entered the arena with a gust of wind. The goats in the field were also taken aback by the gunfire. They were stunned for a moment, and then saw several horses rushing towards them, and immediately scattered and fled.
Racehorse No. 1, the fastest runner, has soon charged a goat. The goat was frightened, jumped in place, turned around and ran away. The rider on the horse was extremely athletic. He kicked off the stirrup, hooked the horse's neck with his toes, leaned back, and lay head down on the horse's back. He stretched out his hand and caught the goat's hind legs. , the goat bleated and was caught by him in the air. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com