Faced with the laughter of his ethnic minority compatriots, Zhang Junbao could only smile awkwardly, and then glared at her fiercely when he turned his head to look at Tana.

This little girl is so cunning that she unknowingly led our army into a trap.

"Stinky girl, how can you say no."

"I was just looking for a feeling to practice."

Zhang Junbao put away the smile on his face, and wanted to scare the cunning Tana with a tiger face, but he didn't expect that Tana was not afraid at all, and the cheers around him were louder.

"People's Liberation Army, come one!"

"People's Liberation Army, come one!"

……

The onlookers shouted loudly, and as the sound continued to increase, people nearby also ran over to see the excitement.

Zhang Junbao, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, finally became nervous, he knew that the situation in front of him was more than a simple game.

"Junbao, come on."

"Rest assured and bold competition, the focus is on participation."

Lao Geng and Uncle Xidu also appeared in the arena, looking at Lao Geng's smiling appearance, Zhang Junbao didn't think he was saying what he was talking about.

This old thing must be saying the opposite!

"Squad leader, it's important to participate, I don't know the result, you can't punish me for squatting after you go back."

Zhang Junbao muttered a few words in Lao Geng's ear pitifully, and Lao Geng, who was full of smiles, suddenly paused, and his face directly turned into the background color of the pot, but it quickly returned to its original state.

"Come on!"

Lao Geng patted Zhang Junbao's shoulder hard, turned around and walked back to the crowd, he wanted to be a spectator.

Feeling the pain in his shoulder, Zhang Junbao despised Lao Geng fiercely in his heart, this old guy, knowing that he had to use his arm in the game, and slapped himself twice, he must be sincere.

Standing in front of the starting line again, Zhang Junbao carefully looked at the three weapons placed on the ground.

The sickle-shaped "Seamulebru" has already been tried, but it can't be played at all, and it can be OUT directly.

The chain-hammer-like "Girugenbru" was picked up and weighed, it was much heavier than a grenade, and the flowing belt on it was really unplayable, so it could also be abandoned.

In the end, Zhang Junbao chose "Tulagabu," a round end wrapped in iron sheets, and the wooden handle felt like a grenade in his hand.

The same distance of thirty meters, the same grenade-like weapon, Zhang Junbao's face finally showed a smile.

No one among the veterans of Class 13 knew that although his military training results were average, his ability to skim grenades was recognized by the recruit company.

The recruit company passed the grenade throwing training in 30 meters, 50 meters excellent, and 70 meters full score, while Zhang Junbao's highest record was 71.5 meters!

Zhang Junbao held Tulagaburu in his right hand and shook his arm a few times to make a warm-up exercise.

Squatting down and pulling the horse, twisting his waist and turning around in one go, Zhang Junbao smashed the blue in his hand into three wooden stakes thirty meters away with the most standard posture of skimming grenades.

"Dangdangdang" three dull voices sounded, and three wooden stakes in the distance fell to the ground.

The first time he managed to get a perfect score, the people around him were quiet for a while, and then quickly cheered.

They have already recognized Zhang Junbao!

"Brother Junbao, you have to throw it two more times, your time is running out, there are less than ten seconds."

Tana's mouth appeared beside Zhang Junbao again with a sly smile, and without waiting for Zhang Junbao to react after speaking, she immediately turned around and ran out.

Zhang Junbao then realized that according to Saibulu's rules, he needed to throw three times within 30 seconds to get a perfect score to win.

Seeing that there was not much time, Zhang Junbao directly picked up two Tulaga Puru from the ground, shook his right hand twice, turned around and threw them out.

The two strikes hit the stake and hit them all, and the cheers around them became even more deafening.

Zhang Junbao laughed loudly, revealing his standard eight big teeth, and walked towards Lao Geng.

Spending so much time with veterans, even a good person has turned bad.

What's more, Zhang Junbao doesn't think he wants to be a good person, so he is ready to pit Lao Geng fiercely.

"Squad leader, you ......."

"Come with me and watch the Big Fly race."

Before Zhang Junbao could say anything, Lao Geng directly interrupted him, and then took his arm and walked towards the racecourse in the distance.

Uncle Xidu, Uncle Ali and a few Mongolian uncles who don't know each other are all smiling "hehe", no matter how you look at it, they feel like old foxes.

"Uh......h Call! ”

"Whew......."

“O…… O……！ ”

There were all kinds of howls on the racecourse, and before people could get closer, they could see the sand in the sky swirling and flying in the air.

With the rough howl of a prairie boy and the adoration of a wolf's howl, dozens of athletes are charging on horseback on the racecourse.

From a distance, there is the momentum of thousands of troops.

For a while, Zhang Junbao was a little stupid.

He couldn't help but think of the ancient cavalry, dozens of horses charged with such momentum, so how majestic and mighty was the charge of thousands of horses?

"Squad leader, do we still have cavalry?"

Hearing Zhang Junbao's question, Lao Geng was stunned for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "Yes." ”

"After the cavalry was withdrawn, two cavalry units were left in the Alxa Banner and the Xilin Gol League where we are located, which are less than one battalion in total."

Lao Geng's eyes revealed a heroic twilight sadness, I don't know why, Zhang Junbao also felt a pain in his heart after hearing about the current situation of the cavalry.

The lightning cavalry that once dominated the continent is now almost forgotten.

Now, only in this racecourse can you still appreciate a trace of the cavalry's demeanor, how sad is that?

As the dust on the racecourse gradually dispersed, a camouflage olive green figure looked very conspicuous among the many ethnic costumes.

The emaciated body was like a hemp pole, and sitting on the horse was in stark contrast to the big men with big shoulders and round waists around them.

His swarthy face had been covered in dust, and only his bronzed skin could be seen from his neck.

As if sensing Zhang Junbao's fiery gaze, the knight sitting on the horse turned his head to look at him.

His eyes were as sharp as a sword, as deep as a star, making people dare not look directly at him.

Suddenly, the knight laughed, revealing eight large teeth like Zhang Junbao, and the white teeth were a little reflective in the sun, but they looked extremely energetic.

That's GI!

As the name suggests, Pengfei Grassland, Flying Cavalry!

Although he did not win the first place in the horse race, his strength has conquered everyone present.

He is an amateur rider and is not able to work with horses all day long like other competitors.

He looked very special in the eyes of everyone, because at the venue of this party, he represented the People's Liberation Army.

Maybe after Naadam is over, people won't know his name, but they will remember that there was a black and thin PLA athlete who once won the Mongolian warriors on horseback.

The hospitable children of the prairie respect for the heroes comes from the heart.

When the horse race was over, Uncle Xidu pulled Lao Geng, Zhang Junbao and Da Fei towards his yurt.

It's already time for lunch in the scorching sun.