As soon as Rockefeller arrived, he was defeated by me. Old John Rockefeller's face was ashen and he was very upset when he sat in the seat next to me.

Our group of people talked and laughed, but didn't take them seriously at all.

At 9:3, when a loud music sounded from the racetrack, the scene suddenly became quiet.

"Please enter Mr. Rockefeller's horse racing god!" Herbert Hoover walked to the microphone in front of the rostrum and shouted loudly.

Everyone in the racetrack stood together, focusing their eyes at the entrance.

The final moment has arrived.

The first thing that came out from the entrance was the God of War of John Rockefeller, Old John Rockefeller. The moment I came out from the entrance, I heard a sound of surprise in the square.

"My God! Is this a horse racing? It's just a tank!" George V stood up all of a sudden, looking at the Charles horse in front of him, his eyes almost fell to the ground.

"Andre, although I am mentally prepared, I didn't expect this horse to be so tall! This is not a horse racing! It's simply a winning machine specially created for the racecourse!" Herbert Hoover looked at me and shrugged.

The god of war rushed out from the exit and a neighing sound spread throughout the racecourse. Its whole body has excellent fur color, its four hooves are slender and thick, its head is raised and its mane is majestic, as quiet as a rabbit and moving as a dragon. Such a horse is a person who is not at all good at racing horses, and everyone knows that this horse is definitely the best among horses.

Not to mention that George V and others were extremely surprised, even I was cold all over.

Although I know that the God of War is the best Shire horse, in my impression, this horse may be just a little taller than an ordinary horse, and all my impressions of this horse are from the photos. In the photos, this horse looks so tall.

But when the God of War appeared in front of me, it easily shattered all the similarities I had before. Its huge figure, more than two meters tall, made it look like a king who looked down on everything, and the natural temperament of a victor that he had. Not to mention a horse, even people would be frightened when they saw it.

No wonder the horse racing owners in New York quit the competition after seeing the God of War. It’s not that they want to quit, but because they know that even if the competition starts, the result will be no suspense.

A horse like the God of War. Not to mention running, if you let other horses stand with it, those horses will have no intention of fighting. There is no way to compete with it.

The rider on the back of the God of War is the best rider in the United States. This guy has been in the industry for three years and has never lost. And I heard from Kava that this rider himself is a nobleman.

One man and one horse, galloping back and forth on the track once, which attracted many people to secretly applaud. Mr. Corleon, Mr. Rockefeller. You can choose the markings." As the host of the scene, Herbert Hoover pointed to the two marking hoods held by the staff beside him.

This competition is different from other competitions. In the past, because dozens of horses were running together, the markings were all sorted in advance. This time, because there were only two horses, there were only two markings 1 and 2. In order to show solemnity, of course, you must choose first.

"Mr. President, I have always liked No. 1. I think the God of War wants this good horse." Old John Rockefeller pointed to one of the marks with his cane.

Before he finished speaking, Digans next to me stood up: "Why?! Why should I give it to you No. 1! We also need this number for canned food!"

"Not bad! Why!" Kava and others immediately responded.

In the horse racing industry, labels are still highly valued, and the number No. 1 is naturally loved by many people, after all, you can get a lottery ticket.

We didn’t have any special requirements for labels and didn’t pay much attention to them. We wore all labels when we participated in the competition before, so we didn’t have to choose No. 1 this time.

The biggest reason why Gans and the others reacted strongly was that John Rockefeller, Old Man, was indeed a little arrogant and did not take us seriously.

"Gans, sit down for me!" I gave Gans and others a glance, and these people immediately kept going.

"Herbert, since Mr. Rockefeller likes No. 1, then give it to them." I walked out a very generous gesture.

Hoover nodded and then signaled the staff of the racetrack to go down.

The staff walked off the stage and got on a horse. He walked towards the God of War with the hood with the No. 1 mark. When he was about to walk in front of him, a shocking scene happened.

The God of War suddenly neighed, and the horse under the clan of the racetrack staff fell down and fell on the ground, no matter how hard you pulled it, it would not get up.

Hahaha. Old John Rockefeller and others burst into laughter.

But here we are dead silent.

This God of War is so powerful!

"Mr. Andre, I'm worried that your can will be scared by the God of War too." Old John Rockefeller smiled at me, then picked up a glass of red wine and took a sip, with a very enjoyable expression on his face.

I smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Rockefeller, you don't have to worry about this. Even if your God of War is a tiger, cans will make it bow down and admit defeat."

"Hmph." Old John Rockefeller snorted coldly and turned his eyes back to the racecourse.

"Please ask the representative of DreamWorks Film Company to enter the venue!" Hoover's voice increased a lot. Canned!"

"can!"

The audience began to cheer.

Amid the cheers, the can appeared at the entrance.

It took a slow step, walked to the God of War, and then stopped.

At this time, the cheers disappeared suddenly.

Why?

Because everyone looked at the two horses on the track and their heads became bigger.

The "God of War" of the Charles horse is more than two meters tall, tall and majestic. He raises his tail from time to time on the track, and is arrogant.

As for canned food, it has just reached the other person's belly, and it can easily climb under the God of War's belly. Below the God of War, it is not a horse, it is simply a lamb or a puppy.

In the sun, the God of War was covered in silk and black fur, and the canned ground was as bright as oil. The body of the canned ground seemed to be covered with patches, and its fur was originally deep and shallow, and compared with the God of War, it looked like a beggar.

What makes DreamWorks feel even more unhappy is the expression of canned food.

Rockefeller's God of War was majestic and energetic. He was as excited as if he had taken drugs, and the canned food seemed to have just woken up, with his head hanging down, and stood there weakly, as if he ignored everything around him.

The gap between these two horses stood together was so big that the fans who had previously been confident in canning also lost their previous confidence. "Andre. This time, you are in danger." George V poked me and whispered to me.

I just squeezed out a smile, my heart full of uneasiness.

Mother, if I lose today, I will admit it too! Who makes the opponent so powerful?

On the runway, the God of War seemed to be trying to give the can a warning. When the can approached it, he suddenly turned his face and let out a long neigh of anger.

Everyone was waiting to see the canned food, twitching on the ground like the horse before, but the canned food obviously disappointed them.

Facing the God of War, hesitating in a tuning and demonstration. The canning ignored it. It just turned its head and glanced at the God of War, then turned its butt and shook its huge tail at the God of War.

“Good can!”

"well done!"

The racecourse immediately cheered.

On the rostrum, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, Gans and the others smiled happily.

"How is it possible to scare us canned food? Mr. Rockefeller, can your horse only scream?" Gans's words almost made Old John Rockefeller die of anger.

"This pony is good, Andre. Based on my understanding of horse racing, being able to face such a powerful opponent with a calm mind means that canned food is indeed a rare good horse. This game is really interesting." George V kept talking, and even his hands were shaking excitedly.

It wasn't too late, and the canned food and the God of War were hooded. After greeting each other, the riders began to ride each other on horseback and do warm-up exercises on the track.

The God of War ran about one or two thousand meters on the straight track, and the speed was dazzling.

However, under the instructions of the rider, the canned food was leisurely slept on the track for a while. Then, he took a few steps and ran for hundreds of meters before he lazily returned to the starting point.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today, at the Roosevelt Racecourse, we will usher in the most exciting moment in horse racing history. This is a top duel. It is indeed a horse racing fan like me who can see such a race in my lifetime."

"No matter who loses and who wins in this game, it doesn't matter, because we let all Americans see the joy of running! First, please cheer with me for these two horses and wish them good results!"

Under the leadership of Herbert Hoover, the audience burst into thunderous victory and cheers.

Amid the cheers, I saw the canned food that was just lazy, and suddenly raised my head and raised my ears. The lazy air disappeared from it, and replaced it with a sharpness, a fatal sharpness!

It is a sharp dagger that pierces his life into the other party's heart.

"Please prepare for the rider!" Under Herbert Hoover's instructions, the two racehorses began to make the final preparations.

Then, the audience fell silent, and everyone opened their eyes wide and waited for the exciting moment.

The sound of the wind can only be heard.

Herbert walked to the runway, got onto the podium, and raised his command gun.

The two riders leaned down at the same time. The changes in their bodies made the horses understand that the competition was about to begin.

The four hooves of the God of War kept kicking the ground, and the dust on the ground was rushing around by it, and it was obviously ready to rush out at any time.

The entire body of the canned food is slightly arched, the head is lowered, and the neck is slightly shrunk. This is its standard starting action.

"Prepare!" Herbert raised his command gun and shouted loudly.

Bang!

After a crisp gunshot, the entire racecourse was completely boiling.

At the moment the gunshots, the God of War and the Can rushed out of the starting point almost at the same time. The God of War was so majestic and proud, with his head raised and his chest raised, just like a jet fighter.

The canned food is obviously different from the God of War. It bows its waist, lowers its head, stretches its neck, and has four hooves flying, its whole body tensed, like a bullet fired at a high speed.

The two horses have their own styles, and the God of War is high and the can is restrained, but there is one common result, that is speed!

Since the Roosevelt Racecourse adopts the horse racing standards in the east, the track is much larger than the one in the west. Therefore, we have to go 8 laps in the west. Here, the entire stage has only 4 laps.

"God! Canned food did not adopt the post-support tactic this time! Andre. Do you want to take that kind of assault again??" Herbert Hoover looked at the God of War who was running side by side with the God of War on the runway, stunned.

The assault tactic he mentioned refers to the tactics adopted in the game where cans run and break the ligament: to hit hard from beginning to end.

"Not bad." Looking at the track, I nodded.

"But Andre, this is a bit unfavorable for canning." George V himself was a horse racing man. He said to me nervously: "Sharma is famous for its physical strength and strong endurance. Moreover, this God of War is tall and can keep running. But canning is different. He is small, and he is in good health. If he rushes like this from the beginning, I think it may not be a good choice for it."

"Your Majesty, we have no other choice." Kava inserted his words, and he said to George V in a deep voice: "You also see that the God of War is proud and has never lost the game. If he finds himself in the lead, he will run better and better. We have no other choice. We can only let the canned food feel great pressure from the beginning. Such a horse is like a proud man, although he has strength, but he cannot withstand setbacks. Under pressure for a long time, he will easily collapse. But the canned food is different. It has experienced all kinds of setbacks. As long as it persists to the end, it will definitely win!"

Kava bit her lip with a firm expression.
To be continued...