Chapter 1224 Speed Storm 5

"Haha, it's interesting that there are still horses that haven't started......"

"Yes, the young man today seems to be the owner of the horse. It's terrible..."

"Yes, I just saw that his horse was very good. Who knows... Alas, it's a pity."

Zhuang Rui's shout just now alarmed the horse owners and trainers who were going to cheer for their horse racing. When they saw the chasing wind running out, everyone whispered.

These people may not be gloating, but they agree that Zhuang Rui is unlucky. If they make mistakes in such an international competition, they will lose the chance to win the championship.

"What if it just starts? The jockey weighs more than 200 catties, and it's strange that he can run first..."

The staff member's words attracted everyone's attention. Before the game, everyone was nervous and no one noticed Timur. Now as soon as they heard this, they immediately asked questions one after another.

You should know that in short-distance horse racing, the role of jockeys should play about 30%, which can be said to be very important.

If you don't have a good jockey, then it means that you use the horse in a 60% or lower state to compete with other people's 100% state horses, which is too bad.

So at this moment, almost all the eyes looking at Zhuang Rui are ridicule and pity. Maybe some mean people are thinking that with Zhuang Rui's appearance, playing horse racing is not promising to go to a hotel in Macau as a duck.

"Grandma, I forgot to tell Zhuifeng that he ran away when he heard the firing gun..." Zhuang Rui was also regretful at this time. Both Zhuifeng and Timur participated in the competition for the first time, and they had no competition experience at all. This kind of mistake should only be borne by Zhuang Rui.

However, he did not pay attention to others at all, but stared at the rushing wind, whispering, "Chasing the wind, come on, fight for your buddy!" In the VIP box of the racecourse, Qin Haoran also looked at the scene that had just happened with a rustic face.

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

Although only two or three seconds later, Qin Haoran saw the wind chasing from the starting point, but his face was still ugly. He did not believe that chasing the wind could be the latter.

You know, the world's fastest record held by the 1,000-meter short-distance race is only 53 seconds, which is just like the human 100-meter sprint. A few seconds can often determine the outcome of the race.

The start is two or three seconds late, which is equivalent to handing over the victory. "No matter how confident Qin Haoran is in his son-in-law, he can't help sitting on the sofa at this moment, and he no longer has the strength to cheer up.

Outside the two boxes separated from the Qin family's box, there is a large luxury box. At this moment, Guo Tai-hyung and Dr. Shu Wen and others are sitting in it. Si Tai and Mr. He, the gambling king are also in it.

"This little guy really doesn't listen to people's advice." I told him earlier that this jockey can't, he just won't listen. Alas, Dr. Shu, you won again this time..."

Guo Tycoon also noticed what happened just now. Although he did not bet on this game, he did not have any horse racing experience, and it is rare for a jockey who has not participated in horse racing to win.

"Hehe, Guo Sheng, young people, always have a little temper, Xiaozhuang people are still good" Wait a minute, don't stimulate him..."

Dr. Shu Wen laughed when he heard the words. Originally, he still had a trace of doubt about Zhuang Rui's chasing the wind, but at this moment, all the doubts disappeared. "You can even make mistakes in the start. Such a horse race has no threat to him.

"I don't know what happened. The No. 12 racer didn't run out, huh? Come out, the No. 12 race is out..."

Although Zhuang Rui's chasing the wind is not the seed player of this competition, the horse racing did not rush to the hurdles, and it is still rare in the horse racing [luck] movement. With the commentators on the scene, he also paid a lot of attention to chasing the wind.

"You can see that this is a pure-blooded horse covered in light gold. It's a majestic horse. Unfortunately, this race will have nothing to do with it..." The commentator's words made more people look at the chasing wind that had just rushed to the fence. At this time, countless telescopes were pulled to the chasing wind and Timur. On the runway.

"I just checked the information. It turns out that the horse will participate in the last race today. I hope they won't make any mistakes, huh? What did I see?!" It seemed to be a change on the field, which made the commentator's originally stable tone suddenly become excited.

"Oh, my God, what did I see? The horse caught up, and the last one started and fell on twelve good horses to catch up. It has reached the concubine's position. Yes, it's the fifth place!" According to the rules of the Macao Jockey Club, for more than ten horses, the fifth place can also get some bonuses If you buy a bet and win, you can almost make a small profit.

"What? Chasing the wind is coming?!" The commentator's words made Qin Haoran on the sofa suddenly sit up straight and look at the screen. He had no time to use the telescope to lock the position of chasing the wind.

"Oh, my God, the No. 12 horse is still accelerating. Yes, it is still accelerating. It is like a loaded bullet, surpassing the horse in front of it. It is now the third place. I promise that there will be a surprise today..."

The commentator's rich ** words are still echoing in the field, and chasing the wind is really running faster and faster. The whole body soared into the air, and the four hooves are almost like not touching the ground, gently flying more than ten meters away.

"There are still 150 meters left, can you really win?" Qin Haoran had no time to refuel at this time, but held his breath, looked at the electronic display screen in front of him nervously, clenched his fists, and trembled slightly.

Even Mr. Qin, who had closed his eyes and rested, opened his eyes now, but he did not look at the live broadcast, but quietly listened to the voice of the commentators on the scene.

"And the last, four-meter, No. 12 horse has reached the second place, but it is still one horse away from the first place. Can it catch up? Can it catch up?! Let's wait and see!!!" In short-distance horse racing, there is already a considerable gap in the horse's body, almost locking the distance of the championship, and even the commentator will not dare to make any judgment.

Chasing the wind later, the feat of surpassing eleven races in a row, so that everyone's attention was focused on it.

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

The jockey, who was in the first place for the time being, also seemed to feel the threat. He kept beating the horse with a whip, and his body almost leaned over the horse's back to reduce the resistance of the wind. He shouted even more, trying to stimulate the horse's final potential.

The horse also fought for its life. When it ran wildly, there was already foam in its mouth. Although its limbs were still strong, the thick nasal breath showed that it had exhausted all its physical strength.

"Half a horse, and 50 meters left. The No. 12 horse really caught up. It's only half a horse. God, let's see how beautiful the horse's movements are. It's like a dance master, interpreting strength and beauty on the runway!" This speaker really has some comments. He The words made the whole audience feel that it seemed that chasing the wind was really like dancing. The strong and beautiful posture drew a beautiful scenery on the runway.

"Go, go beyond!" Qin Hao and Cai had already stood up from the sofa and locked the chasing wind with a telescope.

"How could this happen? It... How can it run so fast???" In another box, Dr. Shu Wen was also dumbfounded. He thought it was a fore-determined game, but suddenly became complicated and confused.

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 he chases the wind for a few more seconds, he will be the first.

"It's gone, it's gone, my God, what did we see? A horse racing horse rushing to the bar at night, complete the Jedi counterattack!"

When the chasing wind surpassed the first-place horse racehorse, the whole field suddenly boiled, which was not only a cold door, but also a big cold game today.

The people who hum the conditions are all checking the information of chasing the wind on the electronic screen in front of them. The champion... seems to be a foreconding.

"No, the speed of the No. 12 horse has slowed down, and the No. 3 horse is driving side by side with it. What's wrong? What happened? Is it that it is out of strength?" The commentator's voice pulled everyone's attention back to the field, but when they first looked over, the two horses had already crossed the finish line.

"What happened in the end? Well, like everyone else, I want to know who won the championship?" At the last moment, no one saw who was the first to rush to the finish line. In the feeling of everyone, it was like two horses rushing through together. Whoever comes first will be judged by the electronic camera.

"In the final stage, the No. 12 horse seems to have a physical problem, otherwise it can be easily won in its state...",......

Oh, it's really lack of physical strength. We all saw that it has fallen to the ground, and its knight has also come down from the horse. Oh, my God... Why is this knight so strong?" While waiting for the results to be revealed, the commentator still focused on chasing the wind, because today's chasing Wind is losing or winning, and it is already famous.

The commentator's words also made the whole audience's eyes on Timur for the first time. Sure enough, this jockey's burly man simply competed with the wrestler.