"Because I love my horse, it knows that, my horse knows that I want to win this race, it wants to win this race, so it runs as much as it can...runs... and we finally won the championship." The horse champion said with a smile.

"You mean horses can decide everything?" Ruibo asked unknowingly.

"The horse racing is not only the skills of the jockey, but also the competition between horse racing, the strength, will, and the determination to win. All this is not something the jockey can tell the horse racing."

Speaking of this, the horse racing champion climbed up from the ground. He looked at the track and said, "I will give you a last piece of advice, run the outside line, don't compete with your competitors for the inside line."

Ruibo was a little confused about the advice of the horse racing champion, which was not consistent with common sense.

The horse racing champion obviously guessed what Ribo thought, and he turned his head and said, "Your horse is the best I have ever seen, and it is very energetic and eager to win. Running on the outside seems to be a lot of distance, but it can allow it to gallop freely."

After saying that, the horse racing champion picked up Ruibo's plate and left.

Looking at his beloved mount, Ruibo seemed to understand what the champion said just now.

His horse was so rebellious that he wanted to rush out of the fence. None of the racehorses around dared to approach it. Only His Highness and the other jockey's horse were indifferent to this, and they were trained to be calm.

...

The noon sun shines on the earth in winter, bringing a hint of warmth to the earth.

As the horn sounded a few times, there was a lot of noise and noise in the stands. Rebow took off his thick coat, and he was jumping around the fence in a silk shirt, doing warm-up exercises, and Eckert was leading the thoroughbred horse around the fence.

The cold wind came in from the collar and sleeves of the shirt, which was indeed quite cold.

Ruibo was warming up while watching the track.

As he expected, the prince also took off his coat, and his thin shirt was swaying in the cold wind.

Through the thin shirt, the strong muscles of His Highness the prince's body could be clearly seen. His chest and shoulders were wide and thick, and he looked strong and powerful.

Ruibo is extremely envious of this strong and beautiful body. Perhaps he will be the same as His Highness in a few years.

As for the other jockey who was considered a favorite to win the championship, he was also wearing a thin shirt. His thin body was a typical jockey figure. The jockey did not have a bun on his head, and it was obvious that he was not a nobleman.

Except for the three of them, everyone else was wearing thick cotton coats. Obviously, they were not so persistent in victory.

There are more and more people, and the competition has not yet begun, and cheers have been coming one after another.

The gong in the center of the stands was very rhythmic, and the sound of the knock became more and more rapid, which was to remind everyone to place their bets as soon as possible.

A large number of attendants were surrounded by, holding purses in their hands, and they were betting for the master. There were so many people in front of the gong.

Several palace guards were holding gold coins in their hands and pouring them into the box placed aside. The elderly court chief stood aside and smiled so much that he couldn't even close his mouth.

The sound of the gongs became more and more rapid, almost connected, and the attendants holding the bets were even more desperately squeezing inside, and they had to complete the master's orders before stopping the bet.

But Rebow knew that he had no time to appreciate his masterpiece, so Eckert led his mount over.

The thoroughbred horse was slightly wet, and its heavy breathing was covered with white mist. The horse seemed to know it was about to go on stage, and it seemed extremely excited. Three horn sounds sounded, and the long and loud sounds were transmitted far and far away. Ruibo rode on the racehorse and came down to the front of the track with Eckert's pull.

Ten horses stood side by side, Ribo was placed in a relatively close position, while His Highness and the jockey were tightly close together.

The jockey bent over and leaned against the horse's back, and he had to lift his hips from time to time, obviously making final preparations.

His Highness the Prince showed the reserve of the royal family. He looked solemn and steady, and was as majestic as a marshal who commanded thousands of troops.

Another horn sounded, and Ruibo turned his mind back and tightened the reins of the horse. Ruibo's eyes were fixed on the commander waving the flag in front of him.

Suddenly, the commander raised the flag in his hand and waved it down hard. Ruibo didn't even think about it, and loosened the reins and put it forward.

His horse flew out like an arrow lost.

In Ribo's feeling, the start was quite successful. He did not hesitate or pause at all, and ran out almost the moment the flag fell, but when he raised his head and looked around.

To his surprise, His Highness and another jockey had already surpassed him by half a horse, and they advanced together at the forefront of the team.

In the stands, people shouted wildly, and the moment they started, the advantages and disadvantages of the horses and riders were fully visible.

No one dared to make a conclusion about the three horses running in the front and chasing closely, but the horses behind were obviously eliminated. They had been thrown far after just half a lap.

The jockey and His Highness the Prince ran in the front, and the two went hand in hand, and the two fought fiercely.

The little heirs of Serthburg followed closely on the outsider on their right back. Whenever they were speeding on the straight road, they would catch up, and when they reached the curve, they would increase the distance.

Riding on the horse, Rebbo lifted his hips away from the saddle, and his body was almost flat on the horse's back. He could clearly feel every beat of the horse's muscles.

He knew very well that his beloved mount was running as much as possible.

However, it is still impossible to get closer to the two horses in front, and it is completely different from the opponents they met during the preliminary round. The two people in front are indeed skilled riders, and their mounts are not inferior to the famous horses they like to ride.

Ruibo felt a little impatient, and he also felt a sense of unwillingness in Aiji. No horse could run in front of it, and it never had the experience of following someone else's butt.

Ribo had forgotten that he and his love riding had run a few laps, but he felt that the two horses in front suddenly accelerated.

This has never happened before. Since the start of the competition, the two horses will gradually slow down in the middle of the competition, and there has never been an acceleration.

Could it be that they try their best to get rid of each other? Or is their horse starting to get up to the point?

Just as Ribo was hesitating, he suddenly felt his mount speed up.

The white mist erupted violently with the heavy breathing.

Aiqi made a sound like a beast, and Ruibo suddenly felt his body pulling upwards, and the wild wind seemed to blow his weightless body into the air.

Rebow didn't dare to pull the reins tightly because it would slow down the Ai Riding speed, and Rebow couldn't hold the saddle tightly. The saddle made of soft leather specially used for horse racing did not have a grasp.

In desperation, Ruibo had to tightly clamp Ai Qi's abdomen, which was a test of his physical strength and endurance.

One inch...two inch...one foot...two feet, the distance got closer and closer, and Ruibo's face was hurt by the splashed mud.

The two horses in front obviously felt the gradual approaching of the pursuers behind them, and they also accelerated their speed.

The three horses were running faster and faster. No one made any noise in the stands. Everyone widened their eyes and leaned forward to stare at the three racehorses running in the front.

"The curve is almost at the last curve." Someone screamed, and everyone stood up straight and raised their toes, as if this could see more clearly the moment when the last curve was decided.

Ruibo also knew that it was the key to victory and defeat. He finally caught up. If he lost this curve, he might not have the strength to chase him again.

But the situation was quite bad for him. He was one horse head behind the two men in front, and he was on the outside, and the curve was really unfavorable for him.

As the curve got closer, Ribo clearly saw that Prince Henride was running in front of him had already set up a stance to snatch the inner lane, and he obviously wanted to decide the victory and defeat with the other jockey here.

Before Ribo could react, his body felt a powerful force about to throw him out of the horse's back. Ribo leaned his body as inward as possible, and he could even feel the body temperature emitted from the two horses and the two jockeys in front.

Everyone could see clearly that at the entrance to the last bend, the three racehorses were tightly close together.

Suddenly, Ruibo felt a piercing pain in his legs. His Highness passed by him. His left foot and His Highness the Prince's right foot were sandwiched between the two horses.

The metal stirrups rub together, and the leather rubs against each other.

Ruibo knew very well that this was not a deliberate collision, but he understood even more how fragile and thin his Highness the strong body made him look.

Ruibo seemed to feel his left leg was torn, and the severe pain made him feel black in front of him.

Rebemon snorted, his face turned pale.

When he recovered from the pain and felt that his leg bone was not broken, he suddenly realized that the prince had come out of the curve.

Now he was advancing with His Highness the Prince, but the jockey was already squeezed behind. Although the distance between the three was only one horse head and the gap was not wide, Ribo was extremely relieved and he finally caught up.

The joy in his heart seemed to smooth out the physical pain. For a moment, Ruibo forgot that his left leg had just suffered a severe blow.

The thoroughbred seemed to have a premonition of victory, and it ran even harder and wanted to keep the last strong enemy far behind.

Rebe accelerated the speed, and the other two jockeys were naturally not willing to fall behind, especially the one who fell in the end.

The result of his struggle with His Highness the Prince just now ended in his failure. This was already unacceptable to him, and what was even more unacceptable to him was that while they were fighting for the first place, the little heir of Sethburg, who was originally behind, would surpass his position and rushed to the front.

The jockey's mood was hard to calm down anyway. The little heir of Sethburgh was not good at curves. This is well known. If His Royal Highness and Heroes had not fought hard with him for the inner circle, this curve would have become a place where the little heir of Sethburgh would have completely failed.

But now it was himself who fell to the end. How could the jockey be willing to do it? He shouted loudly and urged the horse to chase after it.

Hearing the jockey's scolding, Ruibo and His Highness the Prince shouted in unison. The three horses rushed forward like arrows.

I didn't care how unbearable the strong cold wind was pouring into my mouth, and I didn't care that the pain on my feet was weakening my strength at once, making it increasingly difficult to hold the saddle. All of Ruibo's attention was focused on the front.

A court servant in the middle of the runway kept waving the blue flag, which was a dangerous job, because he was likely to be stomped by a running horse, but the waving flag told Rebe that there was the end.

There is no need to save any physical strength. Both the jockey and the horse race put all their strength on this last short section of the track.

"Go..." Almost at the same time, the three jockeys shouted.

Horses raced at unprecedented speed.

All seven judges squeezed in front of the bottom line, and they were so nervous that they waited for the rider to pass.

With a gust of rapid wind, the three-rider race horse flew across the bottom line like lightning.

At that moment, Ruibo's heart seemed to stop beating, but after he crossed the bottom line, his heart beat wildly again.

He didn't know if he had won the victory.

But he knew at least one thing - he was too tired, had overdrawn his strength, and the pain on his feet became unbearable.

As an assistant, Ekter rushed over immediately. When he saw the pants next to Rebbo's left calf were stained with blood, he immediately shouted: "Pastor...whether is there a priest? Let the priest come here."

As he shouted, the court servants hurriedly ran towards the camp in the distance, where there were clergy on duty.

In the stands, the judges gathered there with grief.

They simply cannot be sure of who the champion is.

"You must give me a conclusion." The palace chief shouted in a hurry.
To be continued...