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Chapter 1224: Swift Storm (5)

"Haha, interesting, there is even a horse that hasn't started......"

"Yes, that young man seems to be the owner of the horse, this is miserable......"

"yes, I just saw his horse very good, who knows...... Alas, alas. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Zhuang Rui's shouting just now alarmed the horse owners and trainers who were originally about to cheer for their horses, and when they saw the wind chasing and running out, everyone whispered.

These people may not be gloating, but they all agree that Zhuang Rui is an unlucky person, and making a mistake in such an international competition is equivalent to losing the opportunity to win the championship.

"What if you start? The jockey weighs more than 200 pounds, so it's strange that he can run first......

The staff's words attracted everyone's attention, and everyone was nervous before the game, and no one noticed Timur.

You know, in sprint racing, the role of the jockey should play about 30 percent, which can be said to be crucial.

If you don't have a good jockey, then you can use 60% or less of the horse to race against someone else's 100% horse, which is a huge loss.

So at this moment, almost all the eyes that looked at Zhuang Rui were ridicule and pity, maybe some mean people were thinking that with Zhuang Rui's body and appearance, playing horse racing designated that there was no future for ducks in a hotel in Macau.

"Grandma's, I forgot to tell Chasing Wind that I ran away when I heard the starting gun......"

Zhuang Rui was also remorseful at this time, Chasing the Wind and Timur were both participating in the competition for the first time, and they had no competition experience at all, and this kind of mistake should only be borne by Zhuang Rui.

However, he didn't pay attention to the eyes of others at all, but stared closely at the rushing wind, and whispered in his mouth: "Chasing the wind, come on, you have to fight for your buddy!"

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In the VIP box of the racecourse, Qin Haoran also looked at the scene that had just happened with an earthy face.

"It's over, it's over, there's no hope at all......"

Although it was only two or three seconds later, Qin Haoran saw Chasing Wind shooting out from the starting point, his face was still ugly, and he didn't believe that Chasing Wind could prevail at all.

You must know that the world's fastest record for a 1000-meter sprint horse is only 53 seconds, which is just like a human 100-meter sprint, and a few tenths of a second can often determine the outcome of a race.

The start was two or three seconds late, which was equivalent to giving up the victory, even if Qin Haoran had great confidence in his son-in-law, he couldn't help but sit down on the sofa at this moment, and he no longer had the strength to cheer up.

Separated from the Qin family's box by two boxes, there is a large luxury box, and at this moment there are Guo Daheng and Dr. Shu Wen and others sitting inside, and the fourth wife and the gambling king Mr. He are also inside.

"This little guy, he really doesn't listen to people's persuasion, I told him a long time ago, this jockey can't do it, he just doesn't listen, alas, Dr. Shu, this time you won again......"

Guo Daheng also noticed what happened just now, although he did not bet on this field, but it is rare to meet a horse with no horse racing experience, plus a jockey who has not participated in horse racing.

"Hehe, Guo Sheng, young man, always a little tempered, the little Zhuang is still good, don't stimulate him later......"

Dr. Shu Wen laughed when he heard this, originally he still had a trace of doubts about Zhuang Rui's chasing the wind, but at this moment, all doubts were dissipated, and even the start could be wrong, such a horse race did not pose any threat to him.

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"I don't know what happened, the twelfth horse didn't run out, huh? it came out, the twelfth horse came out......"

Although Zhuang Rui's chasing wind is not the seeded player in this race, the horse racing did not rush the hurdle, which is still rare in horse racing.

"As you can see, this is a pale golden thoroughbred, such a majestic horse, but unfortunately, this race will not be with it......"

The commentator's words made more people pay attention to Chasing Wind who had just rushed to the railing, and countless telescopes were pulled to the runway where Chasing Wind and Timur were at this time.

"I just checked the information, it turns out that this horse will be in the last race today, I hope they don't make any mistakes, huh? What did I see?!"

It seems that it is a change in the arena that makes the commentator's originally calm tone suddenly become excited.

"Oh my God, what did I see, the horse caught up, the last one to start, the horse that fell in twelfth place caught up, it had already run to fifth, yes, fifth!"

According to the rules of the Macau Jockey Club, the fifth place in a race of more than 10 horses can also get some prize money, as long as you don't buy bets to win, you can almost make a small profit.

"What?!

The commentator's words made Qin Haoran on the sofa sit up straight suddenly, his eyes looked at the screen, and he had no time to use the telescope to lock the location of Chasing the wind.

"Oh my God, horse number twelve is still accelerating, yes, it's still accelerating, it's like a bullet out of the chamber, overtaking the horses in front of it one by one, it's now in third place, I promise, there will be a surprise today......"

The commentator's passionate words were still echoing in the field, and the chasing wind was really running faster and faster, the whole body was in the air, and the four hooves almost seemed to not touch the ground, and it was more than ten meters away with a slight click.

"One hundred and fifty meters left, can you really win?"

Qin Haoran didn't care about refueling at this time, but held his breath, nervously looked at the electronic display screen in front of him, and his hands were clenched into fists, trembling slightly.

Even Old Man Qin, who had originally closed his eyes and recuperated, opened his eyes, but he didn't look at the live broadcast, but quietly listened to the voice of the commentator on the spot.

"In the last 100 meters, horse number 12 has already run to second place, but it is still a horse behind the first place, can it catch up!!?

In sprint horse racing, a horse's body is already quite a big gap, almost the distance that locks the championship, and even the commentator will not dare to make any judgments.

The feat of chasing the wind and surpassing eleven racing horses one after another made everyone's attention focused on it.

It was supposed to be a noisy arena, but at this moment it became strangely silent, and this tense and dramatic scene made everyone hold their breath, waiting for the wind to surpass again.

The jockey, who was in the first place for the time being, also seemed to feel threatened, constantly whipping the horse, leaning almost on the horse's back to reduce the resistance of the wind, and shouting in his mouth, trying to bring out the horse's last potential.

The horse was also desperate, and when it galloped, it was already foaming at the mouth, and although its limbs were still strong, the sound of heavy snorting showed that it had exhausted all its physical strength.

"Half a horse's body, fifty meters away, the twelfth horse really caught up, only half a horse's body, God, let's see, how beautiful that horse's movements are, it's like a dance master, interpreting strength and beauty on the track!"

This commentator really has some level of commentary, and his words made the audience feel it, as if chasing the wind is really like dancing, and the strong and graceful posture draws a beautiful scenery on the runway.

"Go over, go over!" Qin Haoran had already stood up from the sofa and locked on to Chasing Wind with a telescope.

"How so......? How could it run so fast???"

In another box, Dr. Shu Wen was also dumbfounded, and the game that he thought was a foregone conclusion suddenly became confusing.

And with the current momentum of chasing the wind, it is simply unstoppable, the horse in front of him has shown fatigue, as long as the chasing wind lasts for a few more seconds, the first place must be him.

"Over-the-top, over-the-top, oh my God, what did we see? A racehorse that slammed the hurdle late completed the Jedi Counterattack!"

When Chasing the Wind overtook the horse in first place, the whole field suddenly boiled, which was not only an upset, but a big upset.

All those who have the conditions are checking the information of chasing the wind on the electronic screen in front of them, and the champion ...... It seems to be a foregone conclusion.

"No, Horse Twelve has slowed down, Horse Three is on par with him, what's wrong? What's going on, is it his physical exhaustion?"

The commentator's voice drew everyone's attention back to the field, but by the time they looked over, the two horses had already crossed the finish line.

"What the hell happened in the end? Well, like everyone else, I want to know, who won the championship?"

At the last moment, no one could see who crossed the finish line first, and in the feeling of everyone, it was as if two horses were rushing together, and who came first and who came next had to be determined by electronic cameras.

"Horse No. 12 seems to have had a physical problem in the final stages, otherwise it could have won easily with its condition......

Oh, it's really not strong, we all saw it, it's on its knees, and its knight has come off his horse, oh my...... Why is this knight so strong?"

While waiting for the results to be revealed, the commentator still focused on Chasing Wind, because today it is already famous regardless of whether Chasing Wind wins or loses.

The narrator's words also made the attention of the audience focus on Timur for the first time, and sure enough, this jockey is burly and has a fight with a wrestler.