Shipin Dalizheng

After the Western Kunlun cavalry left, everyone returned to the parade ground. Amul came up to report, as if he had lost his parents, "Master, the Western Kunlun war horses are too powerful. It seems that each of these horse masters' horses is a little bit worse than others."

Rong Tang turned around and said, "Speak clearly so that everyone can understand."

"The thing is, the warhorses of Western Kunlun are not only individually strong, but also very cooperative and coordinated. Conversely, these horse lords each serve their own masters, are mutually unconvinced, and lack cooperation. That's fine, but according to our calculations, each of these horse lords is only slightly behind the other in ranking."

The first place on this side is slightly worse than the first place on the other side, the second place is slightly worse than the second place on the other side, and so on. If they run together, there are still one or two possibilities for the top five. If they compete one by one, it would be equivalent to losing all five games.

Su He said, "We're still trying to think positively. Pokong is a good warhorse, but he's older than the other horse and is already considered an old one. We're worried he won't be in good shape tomorrow, which would be even worse."

Everyone felt a sinking feeling in their hearts. Pokong was already the strongest among the horses, but it turned out that he still had hidden dangers due to his age.

Nangong Jing sighed, "My father hasn't been on the battlefield for a long time, and Pokong is indeed old. He might not feel any pressure competing with these horses, but once he faces the top warhorses from West Kunlun..."

That way, the chances of winning are even lower.

Rong Tang rubbed his chin and thought for a while, scratching on the ground. Suddenly, he said, "I have an idea. Have you heard of the legend of Tian Ji's horse race in history?"

Several people gave him strange looks, and he knew this imaginary dynasty was different from the history he knew. He coughed and explained, "Prince Yuli and I agreed to a two-horse race. According to normal logic, the first one would play against the first one, and the second one would play against the second one. But we can change the order. When he plays the first one, we play the fifth one, which means the second dog..."

Du Shaokang shouted, "Doesn't that mean we're doomed to fail?"

Rong Tang said, "I haven't finished yet. We're definitely going to lose this round. When they send out the second player, we'll send out the fourth player, Zheng Changning's Xiaobai. Of course, we'll lose this round too. But when the third round starts, Pokong will..."

Nangong Jing's eyes lit up, "It's two places away, a sure win."

Zheng Jiuan also said: "Ling Feng faces the fourth team, and Zhui Yun faces the fifth team. They are two places apart, so they should win for sure."

Rong Tang said, "Best of five games, three wins means there's a high probability of winning. Even if things don't go as planned and we lose in the end, winning two games can save some face and avoid the humiliation of losing everything."

Well, they have already made the worst-case scenario plan based on their prediction of the event, as long as they don’t lose everything, it’s fine.

"Losing the first game might have dampened our morale. We must give it our all."

After cheering each other up and running two more laps, the Ministry of Industry sent people to set up the stage, and they had no choice but to disperse.

Fearing that something might happen, before dawn, Gu Zhongxun sent someone to report that Pokong was ill.

It turned out that Gu Zhongxun felt sorry for Pokong because he was old and still had to compete, so he gave it extra food and some tonic medicine. He had clearly asked the groom at home if there was any problem, but the problem still occurred and Pokong had diarrhea.

Rong Tang felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over his head. He ran to the residence of the Marquis of Zhongqin to see Pokong, who looked listless and obviously could not participate in the competition.

Gu Zhongxun was filled with regret, "Just beat me to death!"

Seeing how uncomfortable he looked, he didn't mean it. It would be useless for Rong Tang to beat him and scold him. The only thing to do now was to change the strategy. Gu Zhongxun would ride his horse to fight against the number one in West Kunlun, Er Gouzi would upgrade and fight against the fourth, followed by Zhuiyun, Lingfeng and Xiaobailong. If nothing went wrong, the winning rate was still half.

The event was held at noon. Everyone entered the venue on time, sitting upright on their horses like dragons. As they walked through the stands one by one, He Daban called out their names to show the solemnity.

"Prince Han has arrived."

"Lord Shuang Earl Rong has arrived."

"The Prince of Zhongqin has arrived."

"Master Zheng from the Dali Temple has arrived."

"General Zheng from Huaihua has arrived."

These people represent the pinnacle of appearance and fighting power among the children of nobles in the capital. They received countless applause and flowers as soon as they appeared, and were very showy.

It is worth mentioning that the other horses were well behaved, but Ergou seemed to enjoy being the center of attention. He took a step forward to accept the cheers, and Rong Tang felt embarrassed.

"You troublemaker, keep a low profile."

He pulled his horse back, and the West Kunlun horse team also came on the field. As expected, Prince Yuli also raced the horse himself, unwilling to be just a member of the stands.

After introducing their respective identities, a funny scene appeared. Prince Yuli and all his men knelt in front of Tang Tiantian and saluted reverently.

Dai Viet Baiguan: "..."

Fortunately, he did not have to kneel before this goddess. The face of Dayue was still more valuable than that of West Kunlun.

Tang Tiantian looked at Rong Tang in slight surprise, and when she saw him smiling brightly at her, she felt relieved a little.

After Prince Yuli and his companions had exchanged greetings, they returned to face Yu Rongtang and his companions. Both sides had been adhering to the principle of competition first, friendship second, and had been quite polite. However, Ergou, for some unknown reason, suddenly sprayed snot at Yuli and his horse, spraying a mist of filth all over Prince Yuli and his horse. This was like Rongtang spitting a mouthful of phlegm at Prince Yuli upon first contact, and the people on the horses froze.

Rong Tang's smile was stiff. "Your Highness, it has a slight cold. Please forgive me."

When Prince Yuli was riding a horse, Rong Tang had not yet been born. He looked like a stubborn stallion with a bad temper. He would be a piece of barbecue in West Kunlun. There was no point in competing with him. It would only lower his own status.

Momo wiped his face with his sleeve, and said with a forced smile, "It's okay."

To say that he was fine wasn't the real deal. The last horse in his team suddenly stood up and kicked Gu Zhongxun's horse hard. Gu Zhongxun couldn't dodge in time, and the horse was trampled, and he fell off.

The West Kunlun cavalry laughed heartily. The general who had caused the trouble pulled his horse back and gave a fake smile, "I'm sorry, it's also sick."

Gu Zhongxun's horse was the weakest to begin with. Now frightened and slightly injured, it had already lost its soul and ran away. Gu Zhongxun was furious, "You..."

No time to speak, let’s chase the horse first.

There was an uproar in the field. A horse was missing before the race even started, which foreshadowed the bad luck of the event.

Rong Tang gritted his teeth and slapped Ergouzi on the head. He was too embarrassed to say that it was the West Kunlun cavalry who was looking for trouble.

Ergouzi snorted indignantly, complaining that his master didn't understand his heart, and that he was just trying to intimidate the other party, to intimidate him!

After beating the horse, Rong Tang shouted to the people around him, "Who can play? Come on!"

Du Shaokang was eager to try, "Who has a good horse? Give it to me and I'll ride it."

There were other horses on the field. There was a noise outside, and a man and his horse slowly came in. It was Tang Fuyun in a black riding suit.

Tang Fuyun was deeply favored by the emperor, and he was generously rewarded with good horses. The horse Talang under his crotch was also a famous horse, but he did not ride it often and was not familiar with the venue.

But at this moment, there was no time to care.

Rong Tang breathed a sigh of relief and was about to let him join the team when he suddenly heard the sound of metal not far away.

Looking ahead, facing the sunlight, a young girl in white clothes sat upright on a white horse...

Ni?

Bald Phoenix raised his eyebrows slightly and greeted, "Is your gender stuck? Can I play?"

Rong Tang smiled with relief, "Others can't, but you can."