Marskolov was right at all. When the movie was about fifty minutes, it began to enter the most exciting moment.

Generally speaking, a standard time movie, such as an hour and a half or two hours movie, will have a small climax at this time, and "The Pentium Age" is no exception.

In the mid-scene shot, Smith lay on the railing next to the racecourse, lowering his head and lighting a cigarette. It was before dawn. It was not completely bright, the light was dim, and thick fog was rising. Everything was shrouded in the mist, the huge racecourse, the steps around the racecourse, the fences... Everything seemed so illusory.

Those people and horses passing by the track can only see some of them. They wander fast or slow like ghosts, and can only hear their breathing and running sounds.

Smith took a sip of cigarette, raised her head and stared at the front. There was a thick fog in front, but a look of extremely solemn appeared on Smith's face.

Before this, no one has seen Smith have such a solemn expression.

The mid-scene shot, the fog in front of it. It is extremely quiet and weird.

There was silence, whether in the movie or the big square with more than 100,000 people, it was completely silent in the dead silence.

Next to me, George V stared at the huge screen with wide eyes open, his body stiff and motionless, fearing that if he had movement, he would be noticed by the things behind the thick fog. He placed his hands nervously on his chest, and the beautiful beard on his lips trembled slightly, and his whole body looked like a tight string.

Adolf Chuk almost shrank his body into the chair. He crossed his hands to cover his nose so that he could cover his eyes at any time to avoid seeing some terrifying scenes. He was not very brave. He was obviously even more nervous about such a shot.

Marskolov and Adolf Chuk were completely opposite. The old man leaned forward and almost left his seat. He held his breath, clenched his fists, and kept smashing his mouth, waiting for the final answer in this scene to be revealed.

On the screen, the fog rose and spread as the wind spread. Then, there was a slight sound of something knocking on the ground.

The sound is not loud, but it hits the audience's heart like a drumstick.

Tick, tick, tick, the sound became louder and louder, and finally a heavy breathing sound came. The breathing sound was like the sound made when pulling the bellows. It seemed like a monster was breathing behind the fog.

The huge square was so quiet that it was so panicking that all the audience almost stagnated at this time.

Hoho hoho, a horse neighed tore through the silence, and then broke out from the mist.

Slow motion. The horse is running slowly. To be precise, it is walking close-up. The horse's eyes and big deep eyes are like two clear pools of water in the dark.

Close-up. The horse's mouth, with a loud and breathing vigorously, was covered with white foam.

Close-up. The horse's body, the body that is already soaked. The horse's hooves, four hooves that are tightly clasped on the ground.

In the mid-scene shot, a horse full of maroon slowly walked towards Smith.

Smith's eyes moved with the horse, his face full of fear and excitement, and even the cigarette in his mouth fell.

The excited man was not only Smith on the screen, but when the horse appeared on the screen as a whole, the square suddenly let out a deafening cry.

"can!"

"can!"

"That's canned food!"

The audience is most familiar with this horse. It is short and ugly. It has a huge tail and deep and vicissitudes of eyes. The audience has long remembered this image.

Huh. George V, who had been nervous for a long time, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his face showed a look of disappointment. It was obvious that this king with countless good horses in the manor would not take such a bad horse with no appearance, no shape, no shape, no shape, no shape, no shape, no shape, no shape.

But at this time, the shouts from more than 100,000 people around him forced him to pay attention to this unpretentious horse, not to mention the narration in the movie.

"When Smith first saw the can, he was completely stunned. Before that, he had seen countless horses, including ordinary horses pulling carts, and the best racing horses in the United States, but none of them could see through his heart directly like the horse in front of him. Under the gaze of this horse, Smith felt for the first time that he felt like a naked man standing in front of him, and any thoughts were completely exposed to his gaze."

"This horse is not tall, only five feet, short and ugly. Its body is covered with wounds. It can be seen that it was beaten out by someone at a glance. He is very thin and can clearly see the ribs. Its knees seem to have been injured and become a little twisted. The most eye-catching thing is its huge tail, a small horse, which actually has a broom-like tail, which makes people laugh."

"But at that moment, Smith was stunned. He stared at the horse, like a believer seeing God. For a moment, he felt that he had come to this world, as if it was for the horse, for this encounter."

"He felt that this horse might create an immortal legend."

On the screen, such narration immediately aroused the public's cheers.

“It’s a legend!”

“It is immortal!”

The audience shouted loudly, applauding and whistling at the screen.

Whether it is a well-dressed rich man or a cleaner who has just got off work in dirty work clothes, whether it is a gray-haired old man or a young child, they are all excited by the horse.

On the screen, Can stood in the mist and looked at Smith, each man and a horse, all still. They seemed to be talking with their hearts, spending a full life, and using all their experiences to talk.

Smith, who had experienced countless ups and downs and hardships, saw his own shadow in this horse. He knew this horse better than anyone else and the heart of this horse, although this was the first time he had ever seen this horse.

He was sure that there must be a story on this horse, an absolutely wonderful story.

In the medium shot, the can stand in front of the camera, it stares at the screen with its big eyes open. The camera slowly pushes closer. From the medium shot to the close-up, it turns into a close-up, and pushes all the way to the can's eyes.

Then, the camera transformed, and the screen tone turned around, and a vast green grass appeared.

It was a green grass covered with grass and wild flowers. The sun shone on it and flocks of birds fell.

A little foal was having fun on the grass and ran carefreely.

Everyone knows that this pony is a can.

The narration appears again: "Its grandfather is the best horse racing nail in the West, and its father is the winning general of the Los Angeles Racecourse, but the people on the Racecourse do not treat it differently because of its excellent bloodline..."

As soon as the narrator came out, it immediately led to a huge commotion in the square.

"It turns out that the grandfather of canned food is a nail, and the father is Kardin! My God, no wonder it runs so fast!" Marskolov slapped his thigh.

Although "nails" and "Karting" are not well-known in the American horse racing industry, they are definitely famous horse racing in the minds of Los Angeles.

"Why don't the people on the horse farm look forward to this horse?" George V shrugged.

Before the person next to him explained it to him, the screen answered.

"Take it away!" A man who looked like a horse owner stood next to the horse bar, looking at the cans lying leisurely under the sun, turned around and shouted angrily at the assistant next to him.

Then, some sequences of canned foods were shown on the screen.

The narration appeared: "At six months old, he was sent to Oregon for training, and the trainer who trained it within a month gave up. He had been to Texas, Louisiana, and New York, but all trainers who saw this horse would say a word at the end..."

"It's just a perfectly bad horse 1"

"Good horse!"

"Gun horse!" The horse trainer with different skin colors shouted at the camera. The cans were circling in various horse farms, and the situation became increasingly miserable. The place where they lived changed from the luxurious stable at the beginning to a shed, and finally they were tied to a tree stump and were drenched in the rain.

People whip it with whips, scold it, and even don't give it anything to eat. After a horse trainer riding a can in a game, he was so angry that he swung his stick and smashed it on the knee.

The can was injured. It was locked in a shed.

When it was lying in the shed covered in wounds, looking up at the camera, there was a slander in the square.

"It's so hateful that these bitchies keep!

"How can they do this!? How can they treat a horse like this!?"

"It turns out that canned food has suffered so much! It's not easy to be today!"

The audience cursed the people who tortured the can, sighed and praised, and some old people even lowered their heads and wiped their tears.

But the following shots made many people even more stunned.

A tall, fat man with a fat face led a doctor into the shed. After checking the can, the doctor turned his face and told the fat man: "This horse was originally a useless horse. Now it is even more useless if he is injured in the knee. Why do you keep it in the shed?!"

So, in the pouring rain, the can was limping out of the shed, and then it was beaten and hit into the car. Under the car, the fat man and another bald man were bargaining. The bald man stuffed a stack of pitiful banknotes to the fat man, and the car ran away.

The canned food in the car was on the ground, and a heart-wrenching sound was heard.

The can was taken to Los Angeles, a city that likes horse racing. It was driven away by the owners of the horse farm, mixed with the bad horses and was driven out of the car.

In the following shot, the can is arranged in a wet mud-filled horse shed, eating rough grass, and anyone can beat and scold it when they are upset.

Its mane is kinked together. It is messy and full of scars. When the rough forage is poured down, it will snatch it to eat like other horses...

Seeing such a scene, many people sighed in pain.

Marskolov next to me closed his eyes heartbrokenly, and was angrily afraid of hitting the chair.

"It's too much!" George V's eyes were a little wet, and he turned to his housekeeper and said, "I didn't expect that some horses would be treated like this. I thought all horses would live well. Go back and tell the people on the horse farm that no matter what kind of horses it is, purebred horses or ordinary horses, they are not allowed to beat, scold, torture them."

On the screen, the sad things continue.

Narrator: "They asked Can to be used as a sparring training for other horses, and increased confidence for other horses by losing the game. They forced it to lose the game and let it lose in the final." On the camera, Can participated in the game again and again, and was led out of the game again and again in beating and scolding. Every time it competed, it ran at the end.

As others beat and scold, it just lowered its head, and its eyes were full of vicissitudes. Its eyes became more and more sharp. It lived tenaciously, eating as much as possible, resting as possible, and living as lowly as possible.

"Before three years old, it had already participated in a lot of cheap races, and it struggled on the track every week. Of course, it lost every week. Soon, its temper became as irritable as his grandfather's Nail and his father's Cardin, and it was finally sold for $500, and such a low price, in the eyes of others, was completely reasonable."

Such narration made many viewers jump up in anger.

"Save it!"

“Let it run!”

“Its name is Victory!”

...The audience's roar was deafening.

The next shot brings their business to a sudden end.

Smith stood in front of Howard, staring at Howard with anticipation on his face.

"Which point did you like?" Howard smoked a cigarette and laughed.

"Hot passion." Smith smiled and shrugged.

"I think so too." Howard also laughed, then turned to look at the horse farm. In the distance, the canned food was so angry that it threw a horse trainer off the horse's back. Someone walked over and raised his whip to beat the can. The miserable whine sounded on the horse farm.
To be continued...