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Chapter 137 Friendship First Competition Second(2/2)

Next, the two-kilometer race schedule is the two-kilometer race stage, which is relatively close to the mid-range track. Although the Arabian horse's endurance advantage cannot be fully played, in normal competitions, if there is a very outstanding horse racing, there is a possibility of an uproar.

Three thousand meters, the Arabian horse can compete with each other. Five thousand meters, as long as nothing unexpected happens, the Arabian horse will definitely win!

As a result, the Saudi audience was more promising about the next game!

British thoroughbred horses have suffered consecutive losses in traditional advantageous projects, which is the main reason why Johnson is eager to buy Hong Kong jockeys.

Logically speaking, they should win without any suspense if the schedule of one thousand meters or one thousand six hundred meters.

The chance of winning in the two-kilometer track is more than 80%! This is enough for the British thoroughbred horse to be invincible!

Conventionally, in this game, the British thoroughbred horse should win the most with a winning rate of 6 to 4 or 7 to 3.

But now, they have lost consecutively at the most important scoring point. In the next game, it will be more and more difficult for them to win. What's more important is that the indescribable evil today, and the successive defeats are inexplicable. Is this really a place of miracles that make them unable to win?

Fortunately, the Hong Kong jockey agreed to their request. The condition was to immigrate to the UK, join the British Jockey Association, and give him a million pounds of reward.

Of course Johnson would agree. He would fulfill all the conditions seriously.

But that guy has to live up to his life!

He had been in Arabia for so long, and he knew clearly the character of the Arabs. That guy really wanted money but didn't have his life!

Xiao Qiang sat back under the parasol. Not long after, he saw Su Zheng also returned to his neighborhood and shook his head in secludedly.

Xiao Qiang spoke.

There are too many people in this world who ignore everything for money!

Then, let's play bigger this time!

Two horses arrived at the starting point, and after receiving the signing, both riders stepped onto the mounts.

The atmosphere of the field made both horses a little excited. They kept sticking behind the horse gate, neighing gently, and breathing heavily.

The rider comforted the horses under him so that they would not be too excited.

When everyone was unaware of it, a drop of liquid dripped into the mouth of the British thoroughbred horse.

The British rider on the horse was satisfied to find that under his comfort, the horse race calmed down and no longer seemed so impatient.

The sound of the flute sounded, and the horse gate opened with a bang.

The British jockey urged the mount and the horse raced out, almost in the same position as the Arab horse.

He was a little strange. This speed seemed to be slower. With the explosive power of the purebred horse, he should have rushed faster. But then he thought that perhaps he had tried his best to comfort the horse, which made the horse race lose its excitement, and he was slower.

He felt a little regretful in his heart. But immediately, he put aside this idea.

In the game, the only idea should be how to win. The rest of the reviews should be carried out afterwards!

The audience was surprised to find that after the two racehorses rushed out of the gate, they almost had their heads pressed against the horse's head, and no one was pulled down by the other party!

The Arabian horse they had high expectations actually ran side by side with the thoroughbred horse!

Immediately, the atmosphere in the horse farm was incited to a hot situation! Countless voices were shouting loudly. Carry on the horse racing in Arabic!

Everyone, including the VIPs on the rostrum, stood up.

They clapped and stamped their feet, using various methods to cheer for their riders. Identity is no longer the focus, and everyone is just a simple horse racing enthusiast!

The fanatical atmosphere seemed to have increased the temperature in the horse farm several degrees. It seemed even hotter under the scorching sun in the sandy area.

Xiao Qiang smiled and used a telescope to search for the Hong Kong jockey's every move.

Wait a minute, I see how you react and pay for your stupidity! But,

I will beg Prince Abu to spare your life. I don’t know how many years you look back today and what kind of repentance you will make!

In the telescope, two horses chasing closely, there was a trace of abnormality - the British thoroughbred horse, a little behind!

Its horse body moved little by little towards the rear of the Arabian horse!

The Hong Kong jockey's face was surprised and then he showed anxiety. His hand gently pulled the horse zombie, using only a little force.

The British riders were obviously anxious, and in this Marseille, they used a horse whip to squeeze the horse's hips for the first time.

The horses were most afraid of slender things. Although the horse whip just lightly lit its butt, the purebred horse still neighed and rushed up quickly!

The Hong Kong jockey breathed a sigh of relief.

He did not let go of his control over the horse racing field. He was very experienced and continued to use a little force to let the mount slowly fall behind at an undetectable speed. In this way, if the opponent's horse racing field is weak again, he can drag it behind without being too conspicuous.

After one lap, the Arabian horse was behind the thoroughbred horse, nearly twenty meters away.

This distance is a little longer, but considering that the purebred horse has sprinted harder, it is reasonable to fall a little bit behind.

A sigh came from the Saudi audience.

But as soon as they sat down in disappointment, they found that the distance between the two racehors seemed to have been closer!

Hula, a large group of people stood up again.

No one cheered this time, they all held their breath, afraid that this was their illusion, or a flash in the pan. On the rostrum, members of the royal family and envoys from other Arab countries also watched the venue nervously, not daring to breathe loudly.

The heavy sound of horse hooves sounded in the racecourse. It seemed that there were only two horses here, two racehorses fighting for glory!

The Hong Kong jockey also noticed the opponent's horse racing, which seemed to be a little weak. He lowered the horse speed a little and stopped expanding the gap.

There are still nine hundred meters away from the finish line.

The distance between the two horses was a little closer, and then it stabilized within this gap. Obviously, the Arabian horse could not run any longer.

There are still eight hundred meters away from the end.

The Arabian horses chased after again, narrowing the gap to ten meters!

The shouts finally erupted in a suppressed manner. All Arabs used their maximum volume to cheer for their horses galloping on their side.

Seven hundred meters, this gap has reached five meters!

Six hundred meters, the gap further narrowed, and it was less than three meters!

Prince Abu suddenly threw the telescope in his hand to the ground and cursed: "**Fuck! This Hong Kong jockey is definitely a problem! He dares to stab me in the back from my territory! I want him to die! I want him to throw him into the Persian Gulf to feed the sharks!"

Xiao Qiang didn't need his explanation, because the jockey controlled the speed little by little. He only reduced it a little at a time. But after such a long distance, he himself didn't think so, but to outsiders' eyes, the horse speed of both sides was reduced to a ridiculous level!

Although the speed is not very low on the surface, compared with the previous few games, this speed is almost equivalent to a turtle climbing!

This happens to a horse, it can be said that it is exhausted.

Both horses had this strange situation. If there was nothing wrong with it, no one would believe it!

Xiao Qiang put down his telescope and whispered: "I knew it a long time ago!"

"You know? You know why you didn't tell me! Don't you treat me as a brother?" Prince Abu jumped up and stared at Xiao Qiang angrily. If he hadn't known that Xiao Qiang would have harmed him, he might have just taken out his gun.

"You know Chinese, you should have heard a saying: People die for money, birds die for food! For the sake of greed in your heart, many people do things that are beyond reason and destroy themselves! This is a ready-made example! I know he was bought. So I just made a fuss. I asked someone to find a way to take efficient sedatives for the other party's horse! Look, is this scene very interesting? Two people are humble to each other, and this scene is probably rare to see it in our lives!" Xiao Qiang said leisurely, continuing to use a telescope to look at the form in the field.

Prince Abu looked at him steadily, laughed suddenly, immediately bent down, picked up the telescope from the ground, and pointed it into the field.

After watching it for a few seconds, he laughed and fell: "Yes! You're right! I've seen all kinds of horse racing, including flat races, obstacle races, fancy shows, but I've never seen such an interesting scene! Haha, haha, this competition is really so interesting! I'm not wrong. You guy, although he's like us Arabs in all aspects, is much more cunning than us! Hahaha!"

Xiao Qiang recalled a common slogan in the domestic sports industry and chuckled softly.

Friendship first, competition second!

Isn't this just right? It's a great irony!

Xiao Qiang smiled: "They bribed our jockey. We ripped against their horses. Now it's even! This game will probably not be counted! However, the other party will definitely protest strongly, and you need to deal with it!"

"Disturbation! Bah! I haven't settled the score with them yet, dare to protest against us?" Prince Abu's face was full of ferociousness and suddenly stood up, "I'll go find the crown prince!"

Xiao Qiang put down his telescope and whispered to him: "Can you put this jockey?"

I wish I could tear him to pieces!" Abu was stunned, with an angry expression on his face, "No! I can't let him go! I paid a big price and invited him back! I provided all the food and accommodation! He even dared to betray me! I want him to dry his blood and become a mummy in the desert!"

Xiao Qiang sighed, lowered his head and thought for a while, then looked up and said, "If I promise,

I will definitely win the final victory. Can I use this victory to save his life?”

He looked at the riders on both sides who were already in an awkward situation and smiled bitterly.
Chapter completed!
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