Chapter 119
As a classic decisive battle for the four-year-old horse king, the competition scene was naturally unprecedentedly enthusiastic and everyone was looking forward to it.
Ever since Hell King won the title of Horse of the Season with nine consecutive victories during last year's horse racing season, Hell King and Teng Yunwu, who became famous in one battle, have become the idol horse kings of Hong Kong horse racing fans.
The combination of Teng Yunwu and Ye Tianhui made a brief appearance, but they retired after one battle, becoming the swan song of the Hong Kong horse racing world, which naturally disappointed horse fans.
In disappointment, he placed all his enthusiasm on the King of Hell.
But who could have known that just before the Derby, a series of sensational news came out, shocking everyone. First, it was suddenly revealed that Lin Jianquan was actually the son of the Meng family. This was simply the 8 o'clock sensational TV series "The Struggle of the Rich Young Master". Then it was reported that Lin Jianquan's mother passed away suddenly, and Lin Jianquan experienced the pain of losing a loved one.
Just a few days before the competition, people can't help but worry about the final round of the Derby, fearing that there will be changes in the final round.
Finally, the jockey for the race day was changed to Chen Zongwan.
Major horse racing hosts commented on this, engaging in heated debates and enthusiastic analysis from horse racing fans. The final conclusion was that while Hell King was incredibly powerful and invincible, Chen Zongwan's previous experience with Hell King indicated that he was unable to fully harness and exploit its potential.
In order to achieve the unity of man and horse, Lin Jianquan must fight.
However, Lin Jianquan is in mourning, and his condition is probably greatly affected, so he really cannot play.
Therefore, among the horse racing fans at the scene, those who held up small flags or banners that read "The King of Hell is Invincible" or "The King of Hell Will Win" were actually unsure in their hearts.
They felt heartbroken for the Hell King and continued to bet on him, risking everything to win.
There was even a teenage fan at the scene who shouted, "I want the Hell King to win!"
And amidst this cheering, suddenly, a jockey was seen appearing on the scene.
It was a jockey in a black jockey uniform, walking silently towards the preparation area.
Some sharp-eyed horse racing fans saw from afar that the jockey was thin but stood very straight.
Such a familiar figure!
The horse fans exclaimed in disbelief: "Lin Jianquan, Lin Jianquan is here!"
At first, the sound was quickly drowned out by the boiling crowd, but later, the three words "Lin Jianquan" were like sparks, exploding a little spark, and then quickly spread to a large area. Many people noticed it, and people stood on tiptoe to look over, and some quickly took out binoculars to look.
So people saw that the young man who lost his mother had a slightly pale face, but his expression was extremely calm, so calm that it seemed as if he and the surrounding noise were in two different time and space.
His figure was straight as a cedar, and he was walking towards the King of Hell, towards his warhorse, each step was steady and powerful.
So the horse fans were shocked, Lin Jianquan is back and he is going to compete!
Suddenly, there was a wild cheer in the audience. The horse fans cheered enthusiastically, stood up and shouted with flags, so that the security guards had to come out to maintain order.
The commentator's voice was incredibly excited, almost trembling with excitement: "Lin Jianquan will ride the Hell King. The strongest combination in history will return to the racecourse. Today we'll witness the most competitive scene in the Derby!"
Compared to the excitement of the audience on site, the logistics preparation area was quite quiet.
The jockeys of the other horses looked at each other in bewilderment when they saw this scene.
They originally thought that their opponents were Chen Zongwan and the Hell King combination, so they studied all of Chen Zongwan's game situations and formulated corresponding strategies. Suddenly, Lin Jianquan appeared. Lin Jianquan actually appeared.
Although according to the prior registration, Lin Jianquan was the official jockey and Chen Zongwan was the backup, who would have thought that Lin Jianquan would get up and participate in this race a few days after the funeral!
This inevitably caught everyone off guard.
When Lao Zhou, Sun Jiajing and Jessise saw Lin Jianquan, they were filled with emotion.
They naturally knew that Lin Jianquan and his mother depended on each other. When he first stepped into the racecourse, he fought hard time and time again, all in order to give his mother a better life.
When his mother suddenly passed away, he must have been devastated, and it could almost be said that his spiritual support was gone.
Who would have thought that at the critical moment he would finally stand up and fight again.
Everyone's throat was choked with sobs and their eyes were red.
Sun Jiajing strode forward and patted Lin Jianquan's shoulder encouragingly: "Jianquan."
Lin Jianquan nodded to him, gratitude in his eyes, and then looked at Chen Zongwan.
Chen Zongwan, who was holding the reins of the Hell King, smiled: "You are finally here."
After saying this, he handed the reins to Lin Jianquan and said, "I wish you immediate success. I will meet you at the finish line and wait to congratulate you."
Lin Jianquan pursed his slightly dry lips and said, "Zong Wan, thank you."
They were of similar age and both served under Ye Tianhui. They had secretly competed with each other. The international Grade 1 race on the opening day of the horse racing season was a great opportunity to become famous. Who wouldn't want it?
Now, after going through one game after another, Chen Zongwan suffered a blow after losing a game, and Lin Jianquan also experienced the darkest moment of his life, so the two young men who once competed secretly have matured.
Chen Zongwan chuckled, raised his hand and gently shook Lin Jianquan's shoulder.
Afterwards, he said, "Come on, we must win."
Chen Zongwan certainly knew that the two horses of the Meng family had joined forces with the Indian participating horses to formulate an excellent strategy, determined to attack the King of Hell.
A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. This game is destined to be not easy for the King of Hell.
Lin Jianquan smiled: "Okay, I know."
After saying that, he took the reins of the King of Hell and stroked the King of Hell's face.
The King of Hell became excited since he saw Lin Jianquan, and he jumped with excitement.
The passionate cheers on the field awakened its competitive genes, and its desire to run seemed to jump out of its eyes.
Lin Jianquan: "Let's go, we are going to play."
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The race started and the participating horses entered one after another. Amid the roar of the fans like waves, the horses entered their own gates according to the numbers drawn in advance.
Reporters from major media outlets took photos, spotlights flashed, and the scene was bustling with activity.
Ye Tianhui stood on that high place, looking down at Lin Jianquan's back that was as tall and straight as a green pine.
He was as calm as a sword, sharp and silent. He silently held the King of Hell's hand, like a brave warrior walking alone in the desert under the moon.
At this moment, she knew for sure that the boy who had hidden behind the trash can had indeed grown up, and he was mature enough to face all the storms in his life.
At this time, the game was about to begin, but the flag was waved down, and at the same moment, the starting bell rang.
Then, almost at the moment the bell rang, the foals rushed out of the gate like bullets.
In the VIP seats, everyone held their breath and stared at the situation on the field.
Obviously, everyone knew it well. Everyone knew that this time the horses of the Meng family were determined to defeat Lin Jianquan and avenge their previous defeat, and Ning Jize wanted to severely suppress the arrogance of the King of Hell.
It can be said that everyone must unite and target the King of Hell.
Lin Jianquan suffered the pain of losing a loved one. After stopping training for a few days, it will be interesting to see whether he can get back into shape immediately and whether he can break through the siege under the joint pressure of several masters.
and--
Someone present secretly glanced at Meng Baohui. Meng Baohui had planned and teamed up with an Indian jockey to defeat Ye Tianhui, but in the end, the force became an incredible boomerang and finally hit his own son hard.
Who wins and who loses in the end, this drama is even more exciting.
Everyone looked towards the field and saw that the horses had already galloped out, raising a cloud of dust on the track. Amid the clattering sounds of horses' hooves, the participating foals also began to disperse.
There were four horses rushing into the first formation, namely the Indian horse McGaffick, the Meng family's Bai Er Dede, the Ning family's Lucky Horse, and the Hell King ridden by Lin Jianquan.
The four horses rushed forward almost at the same pace.
The audience on the side could even clearly see that in the flying dust, the heads of the four horses were almost precisely running in a straight line!
The horse fans cheered and screamed, shouting for their horses to cheer on. Some even reached out to try to touch the horses that were rushing past, but all they were greeted with was a vortex of crazy air and a faint smell of sweat in the air.
Even so, it is enough for horse racing fans to cheer, as if they have been struck by luck!
Soon the originally straight line began to split again. It started with some diagonal lines, and then became uneven. The one running in the first place was the famous Indian horse McGaffick ridden by Indian jockey Mohammed. McGaffick was a warrior who swept across India, and his strength was naturally not to be underestimated.
This time it was its first time competing in Hong Kong, where it overcame its difficulties in adapting to the local climate and bravely made it to the finals.
Following closely behind McGaffick is the Hell King driven by Lin Jianquan.
Everyone who sees this scene will of course understand that Hell King's jockey Lin Jianquan is good at strategy. In this kind of long-distance speed race, he will not exert his full strength at the beginning, but will become a follower of the leading horse first, then fight back in the middle, and then maintain his advantage to win the championship in one fell swoop.
This strategy is also the most common on the racetrack, so most jockeys don't want to be the one who takes the lead at the beginning. So Mohammed, who obviously doesn't know how to ride a Chinese horse, just keeps rushing forward foolishly. This is a fool who attracts fire!
No one will cheer for him!
Ye Tianhui watched the scene on the field from afar, looking at the racehorses that were either scattered or gathered. At this moment, the opponent's layout was obviously complete.
The Indian horse Mohammed took the lead and occupied the best position for the sprint, blocking the way of Lin Jianquan in front. Just to the right of Lin Jianquan was the Lucky Horse ridden by British-Chinese jockey Chen Haoyu, and to the left rear was the Desert Traveler ridden by Chinese jockey Steven Lee. In other words, the three horses were encircling Lin Jianquan from the front, left and right, forming an encirclement.
If Lin Jianquan wanted to speed up, he had to break through Mohammed, but Mohammed was running in front and his speed would not be more than a horse length away from them.
As for the two horses on the left and right, it was obvious that they did it on purpose to threaten Lin Jianquan.
In this siege from both sides, the King of Hell was trapped. He was stuck in the herd of horses, with no way forward or backward, and no space at all.
At this time, when three horses surrounded Lin Jianquan, Bai Er De De, ridden by South African jockey Lethabo, had already rushed to the inner track without hesitation and occupied the largest position.
Ye Tianhui looked at the situation and found it was all within her expectations.
In fact, there are only two ways to solve this situation. One way is to take the lead and directly obtain the priority of the first horse. In this way, no horse can stand in front of the King of Hell, and their encirclement cannot be planned.
In fact, the King of Hell also has this strength. If it accelerates, no horse can catch up, but this is obviously not advisable.
If the Hell King charges, the remaining horses will also charge, and everyone will compete. The final result is that the Hell King also has to accelerate with all his strength, and the process of accelerating with a load itself will consume a lot of physical strength.
In a speed race, this kind of acceleration consumption cannot occur a second time. Generally, a horse can only withstand it once, so once it accelerates, it cannot stop and must run forward at this speed.
But for this kind of long-distance race, it is absolutely impossible to let a horse run continuously at full speed. The result of doing so will only be that it will be exhausted before reaching the finish line, and then other horses will reap the benefits.
After all, you only have one horse, but you have more than a dozen opponents. The situation on the racetrack changes rapidly. When you defeat one opponent, there is another one. You never know which opponent is saving his strength and waiting to make a desperate effort to give you a fatal blow.
So to be on the safe side, we can only adopt the second strategy and let them perform their outflanking tactics.
The King of Hell can just take his time to play with them, fight a war of attrition, and then seize the opportunity to break out and take the lead.
At this time, Meng Baohui looked at the situation on the field with some pride.
This siege was naturally a joint effort by everyone, and the goal was to defeat the King of Hell.
After all, defeating the King of Hell is in everyone's common interest, so the Meng family, the Ning family and the Indian horse owner jointly discussed this strategy.
Now three racehorses have surrounded the Hell King, but another horse from the Meng family, Bai Er De De, can compete freely.
So for him, this is called "while the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits". It can be said that three horses are holding back the King of Hell, and it can be said that the King of Hell is holding back three horses in one breath.
Although one of the three horses is your own, it is not a big deal. You can sacrifice one horse to give the other horse a chance to win.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the King of Hell who was trapped in the middle by three horses, and the one riding the King of Hell was actually his own son.
This is a very strange and bizarre thing. Who would have thought that the bloodline born by that woman back then would have reached this point.
In fact, if Lin Jianquan had been more sensible, and had come to him, he would have certainly done his best to support his own son and fulfill his wish.
My own blood!
But now that Lin Jianquan insists on being loyal to Ye Tianhui, don't blame him, his biological father, for being ruthless.
Faced with this scene, everyone in the VIP seats frowned slightly. Everyone could see that Lin Jianquan was trapped. The three horses that trapped him were all top-notch horses, and it would be difficult for him to break out.
At this moment, Ning Jize suddenly spoke up. He smiled and said, "That's all!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Tianhui glanced at Ning Jize indifferently and said, "Yes, that's all."
Ning Jize raised his eyebrows: "Miss Ye, what does this mean?"
Ye Tianhui pursed her lips and smiled, "I heard that Mr. Ning spent a fortune to obtain the bloodline of a Northern Dancer. Rumor has it in the horse racing world that if you have the bloodline of a Northern Dancer, the stable's prosperity will continue for another fifty years. It's such a precious bloodline."
She looked at Ning Jize with regret and sighed, "I thought Mr. Ning would definitely shine on the racecourse this time, but unexpectedly, he was just playing a supporting role and becoming someone else's pawn. If the dancers of the North knew that their bloodline had fallen to this state, I'm afraid they would wish they didn't have this son!"
When Ning Jize heard this, his expression changed slightly.
There was a reason why he agreed to this strategy at that time. He was thinking of wearing down the Hell King first, and then letting his own horse deal with other horses, but now it seems that he made a mistake.
He glanced at Meng Baohui thoughtfully, his eyes full of suspicion.
Meng Baohui was a little embarrassed for a moment, but he pretended to be stupid. He looked at the racetrack instead of Ning Jize.
He didn't want to care about the Ning family. At the critical moment, of course he would rush out and win on his own!
Seeing this, Meng Yinian couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking that if it were an ordinary person, it would be difficult to tell the truth, but Ye Tianhui spoke without any scruples, and was simply trying to sow discord in front of him.
But you can't say anything to her!
At that moment, Meng Yinian could only smile and say, "Speaking of winning the first prize, it also depends on one's own strength. I believe that none of the horses in our Meng family are that strong. Everything depends on Mr. Ning's lucky horse. After all, it is of the bloodline of the Northern Dancer, so it is extraordinary. How can an ordinary horse get the upper hand against it?"
Ning Jize felt a little better after hearing this, but he still had doubts in his heart. He said nothing more and just kept his eyes on the situation on the field.
At this moment on the racecourse, Lin Jianquan was galloping on his horse surrounded by three horses. In a blink of an eye, he had already crossed half the track. The straight track in front ended and was about to enter the curve. This was a key point in the game.
Because after entering the bend, there is a mountain road, which involves frequent and sharp turns. This kind of turn is a test for the jockey. Only by occupying the best position first can you be more likely to win. Once you lose the advantage, it will not be easy to overtake later.
So it is obvious that Lin Jianquan’s opportunities are running out.
All the spectators were staring at Lin Jianquan and the Hell King. Everyone knew that this was the best highlight of the competition, and everyone knew that the Hell King's strength was definitely not that high.
The horse fans screamed wildly and shouted, "Run, run, run!"
People were eager to rush over and drive away the three horses that trapped Lin Jianquan!
No one could accept that a horse as excellent as the King of Hell was stuck in the mud and unable to break free.
A great racehorse should not be defeated by such tactics.
At the same time, the three jockeys who trapped Lin Jianquan also felt extremely uncomfortable.
In order to cooperate and achieve their original goal, they could only follow the Indian jockey. At the beginning, the Indian jockey was running at full speed, which was fine, as they could still follow him. However, now the Indian jockey's speed slowed down.
After the Indian jockey slowed down, Lin Jianquan's speed also slowed down, and even slower than the Indian jockey!
Once Lin Jianquan slowed down, the two jockeys on his left and right had to slow down as well.
The Indian jockey was a quiet man. He felt that the people behind him were slowing down, so after a slight hesitation, he had to slow down as well.
Who knew that once he slowed down, the people behind him suddenly slowed down even more.
There was a look of suspicion on his dark face. He didn't understand what was wrong with these Chinese people, but he continued to slow down.
So people saw that the four best horses present were inexplicably held together and their speed was getting slower and slower.
Because the four of their horses were lying across the track, the horses behind them were also blocked and unable to move forward.
Only the Meng family's "Bai Er De De" horse moved forward unhindered. With the sound of "da da da" hooves, it had left the other four horses far behind, as well as the rest of the herd.
This is too much!
Everyone watched helplessly as the "White Eared Dede" ran forward, running however it wanted, but they themselves were not free and were blocked by the horses in front. They were so angry that they wanted to curse, and some people even cracked their whips and almost hit it.
The two Chinese jockeys who held Lin Jianquan hostage also began to feel tormented. They knew they couldn't go on like this.
If Lin Jianquan doesn't attack, they have to attack too. Are they all going to join in the cheating here?
They hunched over their horses, like ants on a hot pan.
They had never participated in such a difficult race before. It was not right to run, and it was not right not to run.
Everyone in the VIP seats was speechless when they saw this scene. Who would have thought that a serious game would turn into a war of attrition!
Among them, only Meng Baohui smiled. Now his horse was the only one that was far ahead of the others, and he was destined to be the final winner.
He glanced sideways at his son, his eyes full of pride.
However, Meng Yinian felt pessimistic when looking at this situation. He frowned and looked at it helplessly. He did not agree with the method his father used, but there was nothing he could do.
Meng Baohui looked at his son's expression and thought to himself that his son was really ignorant. No matter how he won, the key was to win. Did he still want to lose?
As he thought about this, he looked at the runway again. Unexpectedly, he was also shocked when he saw it. Something unexpected had happened on the runway.
It turned out that the lucky horse was no ordinary horse. As the descendant of a local dancer, it was of noble birth and had been unruly since childhood. Now that it was being suppressed by the jockey like this, it could no longer tolerate it.
The blood of running is boiling, the horse's competitive nature is aroused, and it wants to charge.
However, in front of it was the bumpy big black butt of the Indian horse McGaffick, and next to it was the sturdy Hell King who should not be underestimated. It wanted to rush but had nowhere to rush. In a fit of anger, it actually raised its tail and turned inward suddenly.
Its sudden movement immediately caused the audience to exclaim in surprise, and the commentator was also stunned, and his voice changed.
If he turns like this, he will definitely crash into the King of Hell. If he hits him, the King of Hell will be in danger!
However, at the critical moment, Lin Jianquan tightened the reins and drove the Hell King forward suddenly. He jumped forward in an instant and avoided the collision of the Lucky Horse. The huge body of the Lucky Horse brushed past the tail of the Hell King and crashed into the Aoyou Desert on the side.
There was a cry of surprise from the crowd, and everyone stared with wide eyes.
Everyone in the VIP seats broke out in a sweat.
Fortunately, the horse that was traveling in the desert was some distance away from the lucky horse, and the lucky horse was turning forward at an angle. The rider of the horse that was traveling in the desert managed to avoid it by steering the horse a little, but was narrowly avoided being hit by the horse's butt.
It wasn't a big deal, but the speed was obviously affected and slowed down instantly.
In the blink of an eye, the two horses looked at Hell King again, only to find that it had overtaken the Indian racehorse McGaffick from the right and rushed past, leaving everyone with only a violently shaking horse's butt!
The encirclement plan has failed!
The two jockeys gritted their teeth, ignored everything, and rushed forward.
At this time, the horse trainer had already protested, shouting that Lucky Horse had violated the rules of the race and collided with other horses, saying that it had committed a foul and asked the referee to record it. Some horse fans even shouted loudly for Lucky Horse to be kicked off the field.
Ning Jize looked at this scene and his face turned pale for a moment.
He couldn't contain the Hell King anyway. His Lucky Horse was of Northern Dancer bloodline, so it was definitely no worse than any other horse when charging. But what was wrong with this jockey? He actually let Lucky Horse commit a foul and charge another horse. Wasn't that a waste of time?
However, the referee had already raised the card to record that Lucky Horse had committed a foul and was disqualified.
Seeing this scene, the commentator on the scene suddenly became excited and began to loudly explain the referee's decision. The horse fans cheered loudly. The lucky horse wanted to attack the King of Hell, but he was out!
Serves you right!!
Ning Jize was so angry that his hands were shaking: "This referee is not good enough!"
Everyone in the VIP seats was silent, and no one went over to comfort them.
Just cancel it, it really is what he deserves.
At this time, Lin Jianquan, riding the Hell King, had already rushed forward. He raised his hand and issued a jockey's command in the horse's language. The well-trained Hell King responded instantly. It suddenly accelerated and rushed forward at an explosive speed. It was almost flying!
The commentator went crazy watching this scene and shouted, "The King of Hell is charging! He's going to catch up! He's going to catch up to White Ear!"
The fans at the scene were all stunned. This scene was so shocking. The charging Hell King was like a whirlwind! This was the true power of the Hell King. Dynamic, fierce, crazy, charge!
The Hell King lived up to the applause. It rushed forward like a whirlwind, leaving all its opponents far behind. One-third of the way into the curve, it finally caught up with the Indian racehorse McGaffick. The two horses ran side by side, rushing forward through one curve after another. In front of them was Bai Er Dede, who was originally far ahead.
Lin Jianquan held the reins, ready to rush forward to pass the white-eared horse and take the lead.
He was about to start sprinting and could exert his full strength. This was not difficult for him, however—
The South African jockey Lethabo, who was riding the white-eared Dede, actually stretched out his whip and held it in front of him!
Stop him on purpose?
Want to repeat the same old trick?
At this moment, Lin Jianquan naturally didn't buy his tricks!
He pursed his lips tightly, waited for the right moment, and when he turned behind a hillside, he suddenly kicked out and kicked the South African jockey hard in the thigh!
He had used this trick on someone else before, and almost lost his life because of it.
Now he directly used it on the South African jockey!
There is a blind spot behind this hillside, even the camera can't capture it, so it's absolutely wrong!
The South African jockey groaned after being kicked, and the reins under his hands loosened slightly, and he lost control of the horse. By the time he reacted, the King of Hell had already galloped past him.
But who is the King of Hell? He has always had a violent temper. He has been holding it in until now due to the rules of the competition, and he has had enough!
Now that its owner was going crazy, it also started to go crazy, so the moment it passed the South African jockey, it even raised its hind legs high and kicked directly at the South African jockey's head, and its iron hoof just brushed past Bai Erde's mouth.
The South African jockey was so frightened by this scene that his back felt cold. Amid the neighing of his horse, he pulled the reins hard and managed to avoid the fatal blow!
But after that, he was no longer able to compete with Lin Jianquan, and he couldn't even stop the Indian racehorse McGaffick!
After Lin Jianquan gave the South African jockey a lesson, he and the Indian jockey crossed the mountain road side by side and reappeared in the audience's sight.
Horse racing fans don’t understand why the South African jockey disappeared inexplicably in just a few minutes.
But this is not important. What is important is that the King of Hell has finally taken the lead!
Many spectators stood up, cheered and cheered wildly. The finish line was right in front of them, and everyone shouted loudly.
Lin Jianquan gave the jockey's order and sprinted with all his strength. The King of Hell was encouraged and rushed forward with the force of thunder, a speed that no one could surpass.
Everyone was stunned. The speed at this moment was enough to be recorded in history and break the historical record of Hong Kong!
The Hell King easily overtook the Indian jockey and raced to the finish line.
On the last twenty meters of the horse track, there were only Lin Jianquan and the Hell King riding alone, and no other opponents!
The Hell King's position as the Horse King is undisputed, but he is still charging.
Without any competitors, this is its own stage at this moment.
Amid the sound of horse hooves, the King of Hell galloped calmly and swiftly towards the throne that belonged to him alone, with his four hooves as swift as lightning and a defiant and proud pace.
Once in a lifetime, the four-year-old horse king is a lifetime honor!
Everyone was cheering for the Hell King, and people were screaming wildly and excitedly.
Meng Baohui stared blankly. He didn't understand what had happened to his Bai'er Dede. He was looking up.
He finally saw Bai Erdede running out from behind the mountain path and trying desperately to chase him, but it was obviously impossible and he would never catch up.
So what happened?! Why couldn't White-Eared Dede stop the King of Hell?
And just as he was in disbelief, Lin Jianquan drove the King of Hell across the finish line.
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