Suddenly, in the middle of the track that was about to start, the ghost began to go crazy......

This jet-black sweaty horse either kicks its ass backwards or leaps high on its two front legs, looking like a black dragon out of water from a distance. The British rider was trapped on horseback, unable to control the horse or jump off, in response to the Chinese idiom "It is difficult to ride a tiger"!

This is a situation that has never been seen before in the Shanghai Racecourse, where riders are strictly inspected before racing with horses to ensure that there are no accidents. The people around them tried to help control the ghost, but they couldn't do anything, and the whole stand was in an uproar, and even the horses around them began to be disobedient.

Everyone around me is saying that this black sweaty mare has performed very well in training last week - docile, composed, calm, and has all the virtues of a thoroughbred. Now she looks like a chaste woman who is unbearable and humiliated, and only thinks about dying with the robbers!

Only Qin Beiyang understands in his heart that sweat and blood are smart. Seven days ago, the ghost was taken away by horse thieves and locked up in the stable of the horse racing hall, and if he did not obey, there were only two consequences - A: beaten and starved, B: betrayed or even crossed the ocean, and then he would never see his master again.

The ghost god can only pretend to obey, obediently let the family ride up, behave very obedient and excellent, and can eat and drink well and participate in a competition. It will be able to look like a horse thief in public—and perhaps then, the owner will see the news and rush to the horse race hall to save it!

If the ghost spreads his hooves and rushes onto the track, the rider hangs upside down on the stirrups and is likely to be dragged to death! It is also the most common horseback riding accident in the Northwest grasslands.

If the master does not come out again, the horse thief will have to die.

The women in the stands closed their eyes one after another, and the men cheered loudly, lest the world be chaotic, and it was better to see the scene of the horse race hall dragging people to death. The bosses of the Horse Racing Club and the horse owners have become ants on a hot pot. The last emergency plan is never used unless absolutely necessary - it is a stab in the heart of the horse, like a sword in the bullring, to save the rider's life.

Just as someone hides a sharp knife behind his back, he slowly approaches the sweaty horse who is crazy and sloppy...... A young man jumped over the stands and was followed by an English mastiff with a red mane. The Indian patrol was about to stop him, but he was knocked out with standard wrestling. He crossed a dozen frightened thoroughbreds and clinged to the necks of sweaty horses bouncing up and down.

The ghost recognized him in half a second.

Qin Beiyang, dressed as a European gentleman, may not be recognizable at a glance. Still, the ghost remembers the smell of his body!

He kicked down the guy who was about to stab the horse to save the man, and the sharp knife was only half a foot away from the ghost.

He came to save the horses, and he also came to save people.

Qin Beiyang used the "Assassin Dao" light skill to fly and ride on horseback. He lifted the stunned rider and lifted the Englishman, who weighed less than 100 pounds, to the ground, unharmed.

Sweaty and bloody jumped twice, and the whole racecourse resounded with its neighing. Although Qin Beiyang was wearing a formal suit and his movements were slightly clumsy, his posture of controlling this black mare won thunderous applause from the audience, and he proved to the world without controversy that he was the master of the sweaty horse!

The Indian patrol has rushed over again to arrest this guy who trespassed on the track. Disguised as an English mastiff, Jiu Color, eyeing the bearded and red turbaned Sikh, actually pretending to bark fiercely, so that the people around him did not dare to get close - in the past two years, he has eaten a lot of spirit stones of the tomb beast, which has also made Nine Colors' ability bigger.

Qin Beiyang wanted to drive the ghost god and rush out of the horse racing hall directly, but seeing that the gate was closed, tens of thousands of pairs of eyes in the stands, and the nine colors could not transform under the bright sun, he could only change his mind and said to the frightened rider in Japanese English: "Hey! Please tell everyone that you stole this horse! ”

"You're Japanese?"

"No, I'm Chinese!"

Such a brave rider turned out to be Chinese, and the British professional rider who stole the horse expressed his amazement.

The British rider was ashamed to admit that he had come to participate in the "Lunar New Year Cup" at the Shanghai Racecourse, but his mount was injured in an accident, and the owner had to fight with a lot of money, so he was ordered to quickly find another good horse. The thoroughbreds in China were all imported from the United Kingdom, and only a handful could be used. The rider heard that there was a good horse in Nanjing, so he made a special trip to Soma, but unfortunately it was not of great use. On the ship back to Shanghai, he accidentally found a sweaty horse and wanted to buy it for 5,000 yuan, but was rejected by Qin Beiyang and others.

At Christmas, the British rider disembarked in Shanghai and quietly followed Qin Beiyang to the inn in Jiujianlou. While his master was out and it was dark at night, he rushed into the stable to steal the horses. The sweaty horse would not obey, but he was proficient in the way of horse taming, dodged a few blows from the stalk, forcibly dragged the ghost out of the inn, and tossed for a long time before reaching the horse racing hall, and did not forget to clear the horse's hoof prints on the snow.

The chairman of the Shanghai Racecourse said to Qin Beiyang: "If you want to leave here freely and not be handcuffed by the patrol, you must ride Catherine the Great to complete the race!" If you are really the owner of this horse. ”

The spectators in the stands have already bet on the sweaty horses, and if they retire, the Shanghai Racecourse will not only have to compensate, but also affect the reputation of the "Lunar New Year Cup".

Qin Beiyang looked at the British thoroughbreds and riders around him - all Europeans, and then looked at the tens of thousands of people clamoring in the audience, and decided to finish the race.

The British rider who saved his life, in turn, helped him change his rider's costume and told him the essentials of the race, but it was very different from ordinary riding. Qin Beiyang's disadvantage is that it is too high, the stirrups of speed racing horses are very high, the legs must be highly curled, those with long legs are extremely uncomfortable, and some people think that women are more suitable for professional riders.

The game was postponed for an hour. The pre-race episode was quite exciting, everyone wanted to see how capable this sweaty horse and the sudden intruder were? There are new spectators entering the market, and Nanjing Road is full of vendors speculating in horse tickets.

Qin Beiyang was ready to stop, dressed as a European rider, as if the world no longer existed, and there was only one man and one horse left.

The town's grave beast Nine Colors suddenly fell out of favor, crouched behind the horse's tail, and stared at the mare's ass with lustful eyes. In the stands, Li Longsheng, Xiaojunwang, Qian Ke, Kaproni, Lao Jin, and Zhongshan all sweated for them.

The race is on!

The railing opened, and fourteen horses galloped out. Qin Beiyang followed the rider's guidance, almost standing on the stirrups, leaning forward with his whole body, and controlling the ghost god to spread his four hooves. The sound of horses' hooves, the gasps of men and horses, the cheers and shouts of the audience, and the sound of the icy wind.

No, the British thoroughbreds are too fast, and the sweaty horses can't catch up at all, and they have just finished a straight line and have fallen to the end.

The course is a one-mile lap long, and if it is a normal one-mile race, the ghost is already at the end of the seat. After all, Qin Beiyang is a novice, and his height and weight exceed the standards of professional riders, making it difficult to give full play to the best speed of the horse. His horseback riding experience came from the Russian Civil War, charging as a red cavalryman wielding a sabre. The only advantage is that the crotch mount is completely trusted by him, and the combination of man and horse is like one, even like a remy horse.

The Lunar New Year Cup is just an exhibition race, and the criteria for horses are relaxed, and in addition to British thoroughbreds, there are also several first-class Arabian hunting horses, which require three long laps, between speed and endurance.

The spectators in the stands were in a frenzy, and the second lap was already halfway in, with the thoroughbreds slowing down noticeably and the Arabians and sweatbloods slowly catching up. Qin Beiyang sweated like rain, and his two long legs were curled up with soreness. By the end of the second lap, the Phantom had reached the seventh and eighth positions.

The last lap.

The audience looked at the black mare driven by Qin Beiyang, trying to overtake several thoroughbreds, but unfortunately the distance pulled down in front was too far, and no matter how good the horse was, the sprinting ability was limited, and the ghost god also showed fatigue.

Just when Qin Beiyang sighed, gunshots rang out in the Shanghai Racecourse.

The piercing gunshots came one after another, and although they came from the stands, they seriously frightened the thoroughbreds who were running without distraction. The white horse, which was always in the lead, the first horse lost its front hoof, which was called a miserable fall, and unfortunately tripped the second horse. The man flipped on his back, and the third horse tried to leap over, but the angle was not mastered, and the rider himself fell off the horse.

On New Year's Day in 1922, the largest Shanghai racecourse in the Far East, the grandstands, the track, people, Mayer, all made a mess!

Don't be distracted in horse racing, even if there is a river of blood in the stands, Qin Beiyang has to run the last half lap with the ghost!

The sweaty horse accelerated. The first three horses had already broken, and although the fourth horse did not fall to the ground, it was so frightened that it lost its strength, and its speed slowed down significantly, giving Qin Beiyang a chance to surpass.

"There is an Assassin ...... on the rostrum"

Although Qin Beiyang didn't look or listen, his sensitive sense of hearing still sensed the cries of many people from the wind.

Assassin?

The heart twitched slightly, but it was definitely not from Taibai Mountain! Continue to speed up the horse and catch up with the thoroughbred, gradually overtaking a horse's head, a horse's neck, and a horse's body......

The sweaty horse ghost rushed to the first place.

In the center of the hormones of Shanghai, the audience and gamblers applauded again, even as stray bullets continued to hit the hapless spectators.

In the box on the top floor of the stands, there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, dressed in a small red coat, wearing a velvet hat, and her skin was translucent white, and she also shouted with joy and screaming, shouting the three words "Qin Beiyang" in Japanese pronunciation.

She is a light.

Saga-Hikari.

On the track directly below the box, in the last hundred feet, Qin Beiyang rode like a black lightning!

Hit the line, which is an invisible line, the line that represents the champion.