The distance of twenty miles can be long or short. For many people who are waiting anxiously, this is a long journey. Just waiting for the horse's figure to appear is enough to make people collapse to the extreme.
But for Mr. Chen and the equestrian master named Wu Liang, this distance is definitely a blink of an eye.
"Why is it so fast? Isn't this wrong? Is it different from what was promised!?"
Wu Liangren was a little confused. Looking at the old man's galloping horse in front of him who kept keeping distance from him, Wu Liang was filled with the urge to curse.
He refused before.
Manager Li tried to persuade him to have a horse race with an old man in his seventies or eighties. He felt that he would be a bit unwinnable no matter what.
But first, Manager Li offered the temptation of being able to ride a pure-blooded BMW himself, followed by the so-called declaration of victory, and finally the final conclusion. The reason why Wu Liang took over this competition was of course because
Manager Li offered an irresistible price.
A fresh, complete, blood-stained horse, or pure blood - as long as he can win, the horse is his.
Under such temptation, for Wu Liang, who specializes in equestrianism and lives a very reserved life, even if there is a beautiful woman in front of him at this moment, there is no possibility for him to choose this woman.
Wu Liang, who responded in one breath, finally saw the sweat-blooded BMW he had dreamed of today. Just as Manager Li said, the impact of a pure-blooded sweat-blooded BMW was really terrifying for a poor man.
Just the moment he got on the horse, Wu Liang felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life - but after seeing Mr. Chen's stooped body, one can imagine the guilt in Wu Liang's conscience - one can imagine what
, Damn your guilt, Wu Liang is going to bully the old man today!
However... the excitement I felt when I just got on the sweaty horse was shattered in half a stick of incense after the horse racing competition——
There may indeed be the unfamiliarity of working with an unfamiliar horse, but after all, such a precious horse, and a stingy person like Manager Li, it is really impossible to lend it to him in advance to get familiar with it.
But excluding these irresistible factors, Wu Liang's physical feeling is that this is his most powerful speed in so many years.
However, even at this speed, he was still being thrown further and further away by the old man he had looked down on before, and the not-so-pretty looking horse...
Wu Liang couldn't accept it.
All I can do is exert all my strength and keep waving the whip, stimulating the horse to use all its speed——
Wu Liang's skills are undoubtedly excellent - even though he has only been in contact with this horse for a short time, he has figured out the horse's temperament even in this short time. Under such circumstances, his
The speed is even higher.
Excitement surged into his heart again, and the distance between him and Mr. Chen immediately narrowed——
"Sure enough...this is my real skill..."
Before he finished speaking, he watched helplessly as Mr. Chen flicked his riding crop and easily distanced himself from him.
At this moment, Wu Liang almost broke through his defense... He had a lot of energy left when cooperating with others. It was because he was too weak and did not force others to use their full speed.
Seeing the opponent running further and further away, Wu Liang felt that it was a mistake for him to participate in this competition——
But... one thing has always been strange to Wu Liang. After all, he has been staring at the horse's butt. When the horse's hooves and feet are flying over each other, he can always see sections of metallic light coming from the horse's butt in front.
Coming from the hoof and feet...what is that?
——
"It's coming...the target has been seen!"
After climbing over the first high slope on the road, there is a dilapidated village road... Of course there is a galloping track for horses in the middle of the village road, but other than that, the surrounding ruins have become quite suitable shelters.
Place--
From a distance, when they saw Mr. Chen's figure and Wu Liang, who had arrived a little while later, the Lin family guards hidden in the ruins had already begun to show murderous intent.
The order they received was to kill, and they only knew how to kill. Being raised as dead soldiers by wealthy families, they had to live in the shadows all their lives, but... they enjoyed it.
This time was no exception... Facing an old man, they had no chance of losing.
The dead soldiers, who had already put on black clothes and blended in with the shadow behind the broken wall, picked up the crossbows in their hands.
Tripping the rope?
There was no reason for this, they were quite confident in their archery skills, and Lin Ping had previously ordered that the horse should be kept if possible.
so…
"Remember not to hurt the person behind you!"
"Clear!"
A man who seemed to be the leader of the dead soldiers gave stern instructions, and the crowd around him responded - then, he raised his arms high...
Mr. Chen is getting closer and closer, and it seems that he is still a few steps away from reaching this ancient road in a deserted village——
At this moment, when the man in black's hand was about to fall, he suddenly heard the clean and crisp voice of a strange man:
"Mr. Chen, lie down on the horse and don't raise your head!"
As if it was agreed upon, when he heard this voice, Mr. Chen did not hesitate at all. He lowered his body and pressed his whole body against the horse's back. The horse seemed to be spiritually enlightened and kept rushing forward with its head down.
.
However, the arrow came——
It was not the arrows of those dead soldiers of the Lin family, but an arrow that pierced the wind and clouds from a very far away hillside, shot through the wall, and flew directly to the eyebrow of a man in black who wanted to draw the bow.
An arrow without warning directly took away the life of a dead soldier. At this moment, the leader of the dead soldier was shocked and instinctively yelled:
"We are ambushed! Kill the enemy quickly!"
Dozens of men in black emerged from the ruins of the wall. However, Wu Liang, who had just arrived at the entrance of the village, was stunned by all this.
"Can anyone explain to me...what is going on?"
Wu Liang exclaimed, but no one paid any attention to him. He was still howling. It was the instinctive howling of a person when facing danger. However, this instinct of howling was lost when an arrow was pressed against his scalp.
When I flew over, it was also closed on the spot.
Wu Liang almost peed his pants. He hurriedly followed Mr. Chen's example and clung to the horse's back. With tears streaming down his face, Wu Liang listened to the sound of arrows flying above his head, not knowing that he had already scolded himself.
How many times have you participated in such a competition?
——
The men in black quickly fought back, but... they discovered a huge problem, that is, although the number of enemies killed from the two slopes in the distance was equal to theirs, the opponent's firepower was suddenly outrageous!
What does this mean?
Why would someone hold a crossbow and fire wildly at the place where they were hiding, without even taking the time to reload?
Why is it that someone whose accuracy is so poor can rely on this surprisingly fierce firepower to directly shoot down the wall where a colleague is hiding?
And... why didn't they even see anyone, but whenever someone showed up, they would be directly named... Is the other party good at archery or bad at archery? Are there twenty people or two hundred people?
No one told them the answer - the only answer they knew was that they might have to answer here today.
