There were shouts coming from around the racecourse.

There was a smile on Kava's face.

In the sixth circle, the bullet is still ahead, but the spotted horse is slightly ahead.

On the seventh circle, the spotted horse had already rod on a horse in front, and the distance between it and the bullet was shortened to about 6 horses.

"It's too late, there's still less than a hundred meters away. The 6 horse bodies are not that easy to chase." I laughed proudly.

The bullet on the runway had a mane flying like a chestnut flame. It was extremely fast.

It's not easy to get it right.

"It's started." Just as I was proud, Kava said softly.

"Stand!" On the track, an extremely thin rider on the back of the spotted horse suddenly whipped the horse under his crotch hard. The spotted horse seemed to have been injected with stimulant. The originally drooping ears suddenly stood up, and the front of the neck and body stretched, and suddenly accelerated without any warning.

"Wow!" The person behind the fence exclaimed.

After running 7 laps, the horse was able to accelerate so much, which was beyond everyone's similarity.

"Run! Bullet!" I became a little anxious.

As the spotted horseland accelerated, the distance between the two horses narrowed little by little, and everyone's eyes focused on the finish line.

Twenty meters, fifteen meters, ten meters...

As the finish line approaches, the distance between the two horses is also narrowing.

Everyone's heart was thrust.

At this time, everyone had already forgotten all the bets and everything else in their heads, and they had only one idea, that is, to see which horse can win the final victory.

Five meters, three meters...

At the last moment, the bullet that was originally extremely fast gradually slowed down, but the spotted horse raised its head and stepped forward, and at the last moment it was the first to cross the finish line.

"Impossible!" Faced with such a result, I was stunned.

"How could this happen! God!" The expressions on the faces of many people around me were similar to mine.

"Everyone, the No. 1 spotted horse surpasses the bullet with the advantage of half a horse, and is called today's champion!" The result announced by the old man made most people shake their heads repeatedly.

Kava looked at me proudly and said, "Boss, do you want to know why that spotted horse won?"

"Why?" I asked.

Kava received a dozen money from the registrar and smiled, "That bullet looks tall and powerful, but it lacks stamina. And that spotted horse is different. Don't look bad, but it has good endurance and strong explosive power."

"How can you tell that its endurance is so strong?" I asked.

Kava shrugged: "It's very simple. It's almost a race, and the other horses are extremely nervous, but they lower their heads and only care about eating. Of course they can run if they can eat."

Kava pointed to the thin rider who was receiving the bonus now and said, "See or not. That rider is also the key to victory. It is not OK to have a horse but not a good rider."

I touched my chin and said to Kava, "But I still think that spotted horse is good!"

After hearing what I said, Kava laughed: "Boss, this spotted horse is much worse than my horse."

Kavadi's words made me feel energetic.

A civilian horse racing at Santia Racecourse made me feel the fun of racing. That tension and expectation are something that other sports cannot give.

When you see the horses whizzing past the track and their long manes fluttering in the air, you will feel your heart flying with them.

The winning spotted horse made me understand the truth that "the horse should not behave in appearance". It is really shocking to see a horse that seems to be extremely inferior.

Compared with the tall and handsome thoroughbred horses in the Jefferson Racecourse, the horses here are undoubtedly inferior horses, but for some reason, I always feel that the horses here are more vivid and more interested than the competitions in the Jefferson Racecourse.

At Jefferson Racecourse, you just think it's gambling. The horses on the Racecourse are piled up with money. People walk in and enjoy less ingredients. Most people want to win money.

There is nothing wrong with this atmosphere. Because horse racing is like this, but compared to horse racing in Santia Town, it seems much boring.

At the end of the game, I opened my eyes wide when Kava told me that he had a horse that was much better than the winning spotted horse.

As an Indian, Kava is familiar with horses. He said that excellent horses are definitely not ordinary horses.

"Kava. Let's take me to see your landmas." I patted Kava's shoulder.

Kava smiled and showed her white teeth, saying, "Boss, don't go and see it anymore. The horse will appear on the track for a while."

"Have your horse competed too?" I was shocked.

Kava nodded and said, "I have bought this horse for more than a week. I have been training for this period of time. I ran a game the day before yesterday and won the second place. I don't know if I can win the championship today."

As soon as Kava finished speaking, I burst into laughter.

"Boss, why are you laughing at?" Kava raised her hair and said.

I shrugged and said, "Kava, stop talking nonsense. Although the horses here are a bit good, they are all ordinary land horses. You, a master who is familiar with horses, only runs second place. How is it possible?"

Kava looked at me, not talking, but looked helpless.

"Is there something wrong with the rider?" I asked with a smile.

Kava shook her head and said, "No, the rider is the best rider here.

"That's your horse is not good." I laughed.

Kava scratched her head and said, "Boss, I don't know how to explain it. This horse is a good horse, but running is another matter."

"This is a bit contradictory. Since it is a good horse, why can't you win when you run?" I didn't believe it at all.

Kava said: "Boss, if you don't believe it, you will know after watching the game later."

I nodded and waited for the next game to begin.

As soon as the competition just ended, the people inside the racecourse were a little nervous. They lay on the fence and whispered in a low voice, as if they valued the game very much.

"I came here to see the game." An old man smiled at me.

"What's so good about a game?" I don't understand a little.

The old man touched his beard and patted me and said, "Young man, you can tell at a glance that you are not a person who often comes to the horse farm. Let me tell you that this competition is the top competition for Los Angeles civilian horse racing. The horses that participated were all very excellent and had certain results."

Looking at the old man's excited gaze, I laughed.

After waiting for almost ten minutes, the originally noisy crowd began to calm down.

The original monitor walked onto a high platform next to the horse farm and picked up the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this game is the top race in our Santia Racecourse and the entire Los Angeles City! Let us cheer for the horses entering the field and the riders on them!"

Before the old man finished speaking, a overwhelming whistle sounded from the racecourse.

At the entrance on one side of the racetrack, batches of horses entered the track and found their location in order.

As soon as these horses appeared, I felt that they were obviously different from those racers just now.

Whether in terms of body shape or height, they are incomparable to those horses.

These horses have different colors and different heights. After entering the horse farm, many horses even neigh and you can tell at a glance that they often participate in competitions.

The audience around were all excited, and many people cheered for the horse they liked.

When I ran up, there were 20 horses in total. Each horse was wearing a headband numbered on the dock, and the riders also wore numbered clothes. They wore horse boots and windshields and started warm-up exercises.

I asked Kava which horse was his.

Kava smiled and asked me to guess.

My eyes searched among these 20 horses, and finally stopped on one horse.

This horse was much taller than other horses, and was covered in chestnut-colored horses, as bright as satin, and its mane was trimmed and shaking very beautifully in the wind. Its body shape was perfect, its limbs were strong and powerful, and the fur on its four hooves seemed white, and it looked very beautiful.

This batch of horses with a number of 7 is not inferior to those purebred horses in the Jefferson Racecourse.

"Ladies and gentlemen, first of all, let us cheer for the last champion 'Seater' with warm applause!" As the audience at the racetrack shouted loudly, the audience raised their hands to cheer.

The horse with four hooves was white. It made a loud noise amid the cheers of people.

"Good horse! What a good horse!" I exclaimed repeatedly.

"Of course, the sea dog is the best horse in our Los Angeles in the past twenty years!" The bearded old man next to me was very helpful to me.

But his words made me smile bitterly.

To say that Americans have no education, they are wronged. But they are indeed very unfair in naming them.

Such a horse is actually named "Sea Dog". It is really a waste of resources.

In this regard, Americans are no match for Chinese people at all.

Others would not say it. During the reign of Emperor Taizong of Tang, Gu Ligan sent envoys to offer ten good horses. Emperor Taizong of Tang made a name for it, and called it Ten Ji: one is Tengshuangbai, the second is Jiaoxuecond, the third is Ning Yu, the fourth is Hanging Light Yu, the fifth is Hongboyu, the sixth is Feixiapu, the seventh is Generation of Power Chi, the eighth is Meteor Steam, the ninth is Xianglin Zi, and the tenth is Fenghong Chi.

Other famous horses in Chinese history. Qin Shihuang had seven horses, one was called chasing the wind, the second was called white rabbit, the third was called chasing the scenery, the fourth was chasing the lightning, the fifth is called flying plumage, the sixth is called copper jut, and the seventh is called morning duck.

Others, such as Dilu, Red Rabbit, Elephant Dragon, Jueying, Shocking Sail, Hu Lei Leopard, etc., are fascinating when you hear this name.

Let’s look at the name of the horse in the United States. It’s a good horse with a maroon red body, but its four hooves are all white. It’s so good that such a land horse is called Tengshuangbai, but it’s called a sea dog. It’s really amazing.

Seeing me shook my head, Kava was very curious: "Boss, isn't this horse good?"

"Good, good, but this name is really ugly." My words made the people around me laugh.
To be continued...